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Deep in the void, far from the frontline's artillery fire and energy turbulence, the heavily armed and menacing ship plane floated silently.
Inside its core control room, the scene was a stark contrast to the brutal slaughter outside—a place of absolute stillness.
Only the data and battlefield footage flowing across countless light screens silently told the tale of the war's cruelty.
Two seventh-tier wizards—Commander-in-Chief Merist and Wizard Dixon of the Fate System—were staring at the highlighted war zone images on the main screen.
Beside them hovered a slightly translucent figure.
It was the projection of seventh-tier wizard Obolos, who was supervising the battle from the outside, responsible for information isolation and preventing accidents.
They had clearly seen how Jieming opened the situation with the [Great Light Phase] and the Black Giant, and they had also seen the two sixth-tier wizards, Balthasar and another, struggling to hold the line within the barrier passage.
It was only at the most critical moment that four other sixth-tier wizards arrived in time, stabilizing the teetering battle line.
Wizard Dixon was a middle-aged man who looked quite ordinary, even often wearing a gentle smile on his lips.
Seeing that the situation had stabilized, he lightly clapped his hands, his tone carrying a hint of pleasure: "It seems our luck was not bad."
Merist was a female wizard with a cool temperament and eyes like stars.
Hearing Dixon say this, she and Obolos, who was in his projection state, turned their heads to glance at him at the same time, then expressionlessly turned back, without replying.
Luck?
For a seventh-tier fate wizard, "bad luck" was the strange thing!
The higher a wizard's level, the more terrifying their innate talent and understanding of the laws.
Of those who could step into the seventh-tier realm, which one hadn't once been called a peerless genius?
However, even among this group of geniuses, those who could truly glimpse and master fate system knowledge were still as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, one in a hundred.
From this, the difficulty of mastering fate system knowledge could be imagined, and correspondingly, the abilities of these fate-type wizards were so bizarre and unpredictable as to make one's heart tremble.
They might not be skilled in direct combat, but they could always, in various ways, turn "accident" into "inevitability" and "disadvantage" into "advantage."
Merist scanned the global star map, nodding thoughtfully. "It seems your luck truly paid off. Fortunately, we encountered their returning fleet early and fought a skirmish. Otherwise, if we had executed the original plan, we would have been in a very passive position."
The campaign to annihilate the Triangular Plane Cluster began when a wizard, while attacking a plane, discovered it had long been enslaved by an unknown civilization.
After scouring the indigenous souls and integrating the information, the Star Ring Federation confirmed that the indigenous creatures of this unknown civilization possessed the terrifying ability to absorb and fuse the strengths of other civilizations to achieve rapid self-evolution.
Such a civilization, with its immense potential and threat, was deemed a potential competitor to the wizard civilization. The high command of the Star Ring Federation decided it must be strangled in the cradle, leading to this unprecedented annihilation operation.
However, the lack of intelligence still introduced variables.
According to the initial plan devised by the three seventh-tier wizards, the landing operation was supposed to be far more brutal and direct—relying on the sheer power of the Ship Plane to forcibly shatter the planar barrier of the Giant Spirit Realm and achieve a rapid landing.
Obolos's phantom shadow nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "If we had followed the original plan and rashly connected the ship plane to their plane, we would have been the ones in trouble."
He himself looked like a serious scholar, his voice coming through the projection with a metallic hardness.
"I never expected the Giant Spirit Realm's technology to have advanced to this level—to be able to freely maneuver their fleet in the chaotic void. If that's the case, we need to upgrade their danger rating," Dixon said with a cynical laugh.
Obolos analyzed silently, "Once the ship plane is fixed in connection, the enemy could leverage the resources of their entire plane to launch endless attacks from all directions. At that point, we would be forced into a passive defense, bogged down in a war of attrition."
"Now," Obolos continued, "the ship plane remains mobile, and with me stationed on the outer perimeter, we don't have to worry about being besieged by their main army. Although establishing a beachhead like this is much more difficult and results in greater casualties, it's still better than the predicament the original plan would have put us in."
Thus, Wizard Dixon's claim of "good luck" was no empty boast.
This was precisely why, when the wizard civilization undertook a major mission, no matter how difficult, they had to find a way to assign a fate-type wizard.
These fate-type wizards themselves were the most powerful strategic resource, a guarantee for seeking fortune and avoiding misfortune.
Just then, on the main screen, the battle situation inside the Giant Spirit Realm changed again.
The six sixth-tier wizards who had invaded, after a hard-fought struggle of law confrontation and energy output, finally completed their initial mission.
Four of the wizards joined forces to construct a stable defensive line, holding back the ever-increasing number of enemies around them.
As time passed, the number of level 7 native had now increased to five!
Under their coordinated efforts, the four wizards who lacked rapid mobility found it increasingly difficult to hold their ground.
Meanwhile, the other two wizards were exerting their full power, continuously tearing and solidifying the planar barrier rift that was trying to heal.
Finally, the passage was forcibly expanded and stabilized to a degree that would allow a more powerful being to pass through freely!
Seeing this, Merist's cold gaze turned to Dixon: "Dixon, it's your turn to take the stage."
The three seventh-tier wizards had a clear division of labor.
Merist, commanding from the ship plane, oversaw the entire battlefield and managed resources.
Dixon, with his Fate System Ability, was positioned in the center to provide support and lead the assault on key fortifications, holding the most critical position.
Obolos, meanwhile, roamed the perimeter, ensuring that the wizard civilization's technology and information remained secure from enemy theft. He also guarded against any desperate Lords of the World who might attempt a scorched-earth self-destruction in their final moments.
During their conversation, Obolos's projection suddenly and without warning raised a finger, tapping a light screen that displayed details of a marginal battlefield.
On the screen, the corpse of a recently fallen wizard was being dragged by several oddly shaped Giant Spirit Realm natives using energy chains. They were clearly attempting to pull the body back into the plane for research or intelligence extraction.
With Obolos's remote gesture, the wizard's corpse—along with the natives dragging it—vanished as if erased from existence by an invisible rubber.
In an instant, they dissolved into the finest particles, leaving no trace behind.
This was the information security he was tasked with maintaining.
Although the relevant intelligence had been shared in advance, not every wizard's self-destruct mechanism was effective.
Obolos served as the insurance policy. He alone constantly monitored and calculated the data from the entire battlefield, erasing any incident that could potentially leak a wizard's information.
This minor interlude did not disrupt the trio's discussion.
Dixon nodded, the gentle smile remaining on his face, but his eyes had become as deep as an abyss.
He said no more, simply taking a single step forward.
With this step, he seemed to traverse endless space.
His figure instantly vanished from the ship plane's control room. In the next moment, he appeared outside the Giant Spirit Realm, before the massive, hideous rift in the planar barrier that the sixth-tier wizards had forcibly torn open.
Dixon did not rush in. Instead, he hovered outside the rift, his hands moving elegantly through the void.
Countless runes, shimmering with a strange luster and imbued with the laws of fate and space, flowed from his fingertips.
These runes, as if alive, rapidly embedded themselves into the edges of the planar barrier rift.
The magical formation, hastily established by the sixth-tier wizards under immense pressure, was rapidly reinforced by these runes.
The channel, which had been unstable and leaking energy, solidified at a visible rate under the runes' influence, transforming into a permanently fixed space gate.
Within the plane, the six sixth-tier wizards, who had been enduring crushing pressure, simultaneously sensed the channel's complete stabilization and the familiar, overwhelming presence of Dixon.
Their tense expressions relaxed as the pressure abruptly lifted.
"Since Master Dixon has intervened, it seems the 'fate' of this battle has been sealed," Balthasar exclaimed, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.
Among all the sixth-tier wizards, he had earned the most merit points in this engagement.
Then, as if on cue, they all turned their gazes toward the dense, powerful enemy forces within the Giant Spirit Realm.
Their eyes locked onto the towering, metallic figures—the terrifying seventh-tier existences radiating immense pressure.
A chilling, sinister smile slowly formed on each sixth-tier wizard's face.
At the rift in the planar barrier, the tide of battle had completely turned.
The same seventh-tier beings from the Giant Spirit Realm, who had just moments ago been aggressively attempting to crush the invaders, were now utterly overwhelmed.
Faced with the combined assault of the six sixth-tier wizards who had just freed themselves from other duties, they couldn't even put up a meaningful struggle.
The wizards' methods were both bizarre and ruthlessly efficient: law suppression, soul imprisonment, space blockade...
A barrage of abilities, unheard of by the indigenous beings, rained down with pinpoint precision. In mere moments, these top-tier combatants of the Giant Spirit Realm were completely subdued.
They were rendered incapable of even self-destructing or fleeing. Bound by powerful sealing formula, they were captured like rare specimens—the wizards' first batch of high-end spoils of war—and swiftly teleported to the rear.
This overwhelming, crushing victory had clearly terrified the indigenous inhabitants of this region of the Giant Spirit Realm.
Their once-surging offensive ground to a sudden halt. The massive fleet and mechanical legions began an orderly retreat, contracting their defensive lines and abandoning any intention of fighting the wizards to the death at the rift.
The wizards, however, did not advance recklessly.
Their limited numbers remained their primary weakness. Until the main army arrived, holding the passage was the only prudent course of action.
The six sixth-tier wizards, now joined by the newly arrived Wizard Dixon, held the airspace around the rift as steady as a rock, waiting for the coming torrent.
(End of the Chapter)
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