Translator: AnubisTL
In the high-altitude battlefield, the brilliant and lethal flashes of clashing laws still illuminated the sky, but the tide of battle had already turned.
The twelve sixth-tier wizards, with their exquisite mastery of laws and absolute control over the combat rhythm, had completely suppressed the Level 7 Experts from the Giant Spirit Realm, who far outnumbered them.
Although victory was only a matter of time, the sudden appearance of over a dozen seventh-tier auras rapidly approaching from the distance added a new variable to this clash of high-end combat power.
Dixon, who had been observing from the sidelines, shook his head slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with his subordinates' "efficiency."
He stopped waiting. Slowly raising his right hand, he pressed it down seemingly casually toward the Level 7 Experts from the Giant Spirit Realm, who were locked in a fierce struggle below, roaring in fury.
There was no earth-shattering energy explosion, no manifestation of laws that distorted space.
But the moment his palm descended, the movements of the dozens of Level 7 Experts from the Giant Spirit Realm, who were locked in a fierce battle with the sixth-tier wizards, froze in unison!
At the forefront, the operator of the largest mechanical giant—an Old General of the Giant Spirit Realm, a veteran of dozens of interplanar conquests—felt the surrounding scenery suddenly blur and distort!
The familiar metallic sky, the fiery explosions, the powerful enemies...
Everything faded away in an instant, replaced by a bizarre world of grotesque, indescribable colors.
Is this... a mental attack? An illusion? The Old General's internal alarms blared. His vast experience immediately alerted him to the wrongness of his situation.
He attempted to activate the mechanical puppet's built-in anti-interference modules and soul stabilization devices, only to be horrified to find that all readings returned as "Normal."
Yet his senses screamed that he was in a completely unfamiliar environment!
How is this possible?!
In his understanding, all illusion-type abilities had an upper limit to their energy level. It was nearly impossible for one to affect the soul perception of an expert of the same rank.
Unless...
Before he could finish the thought, a distorted figure slowly coalesced from the chaos ahead, finally taking shape—it was another "him"!
The same armor, the same weapon, even the same soul fluctuation!
"Cheap tricks!" the Old General roared, driving the puppet forward to slash with its sword.
However, when the blades clashed, he felt an incredibly real, massive recoil that made the puppet's arm joints groan under the strain!
It's not just a simple illusion?! His heart jolted in shock.
The real sensation, the real energy feedback—this completely transcended his understanding of illusion magic.
Then, one after another, distorted phantom shadows emerged from the chaos.
He recognized them—they were the powerful foes he had personally slain throughout his long career of conquest, top-rank existences from different planes and civilizations!
They surged toward him, bearing the resentment and madness of their former lives!
Sensing that familiar and lethal threat, the Old General dared not be negligent. He instinctively unleashed his full power, wielding his greatsword to meet the onslaught.
Each strike was heavy and devastating; each move was fraught with danger.
It was as if he had returned to the brutal battlefields of old, facing an enemy force several times his own size alone.
"No! I can't be trapped here!" The long-forgotten shadow of death loomed over his heart.
With a roar, he burned his own life essence, trading it for an explosion of power beyond his limits!
Crack...
Under the force of this limit-breaking power, the strange world around him shattered like a mirror, piece by piece!
He felt his soul lighten, as if he had broken free from some shackles and finally "returned" to reality.
Looking ahead, he saw the enemies seemed to be suffering from a backlash. Their movements had slowed significantly, and their auras were in disarray.
"What a golden opportunity!" the Old General rejoiced inwardly.
Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime chance, he drove his puppet forward, transforming into a destructive streak of light. With a giant sword that carried the resolve to sever all in its path, he slashed ruthlessly at the nearest sixth-tier wizard!
Puchi!
A flash of sword light passed, and before the wizard could even react, his head flew high into the air.
First kill!
And it was the first kill of an enemy powerhouse!
The Old General's spirits soared. He pressed his advantage, his sword light crisscrossing the battlefield as he cut down several more "injured" wizards!
Afterward, he followed the spiritual information leaking from these wizards as they collapsed, tracing it back to their "World Coordinates."
What followed was a natural progression.
He led the armies of the Giant Spirit Realm on an expedition to that "Wizard World."
With the prestige he had gained from slaying powerful foes, he swept through the world like an unstoppable force, easily enslaving it.
There, he discovered countless rare, high-level resources, and his strength advanced rapidly. Eventually, he even reached a level comparable to the great "Kog"!
After a series of "arduous" battles, he finally defeated "Kog" and became the new Lord of the World of the Giant Spirit Realm!
With authority in hand, all bowed before him...
In the real world, high in the sky.
Dixon looked down expressionlessly at the dozens of massive mechanical puppets, frozen in place as if paused.
The energy glow on their surfaces had dimmed, and their internal soul fluctuations had become steady and dull, even emitting rhythmic energy snores like those of a deep sleep.
He shook his head slightly, his voice tinged with a hint of imperceptible disappointment. "The level of resistance is unexpectedly poor. The Soul Barriers seemed solid, but their interiors are riddled with loopholes and ravines of desire. Most couldn't even penetrate the second Dream Realm; the strongest one only struggled to reach the seventh..."
He waved his hand, instructing Balthasar and the other sixth-tier wizards, who were also somewhat stunned, "Seal them up. These specimens are of no use to me. They're yours."
The sixth-tier wizards immediately stepped forward gratefully, skillfully casting various Binding Witchcraft to completely seal the Level 7 Experts of the Giant Spirit Realm, who lay defenseless, immersed in their beautiful dreams.
With the high-end troubles resolved, Dixon turned his gaze toward the Giant Spirit Realm's earth below before the remaining enemies could arrive.
His brow furrowed slightly.
Just as the battle in the skies was settling, a sudden and drastic change struck the massive metal city below and the wider battlefield!
As if erupting from the ground or manifesting directly from the void, a new enemy force—no less numerous than the previous legion—abruptly appeared on the flanks and rear of the wizard legion, which was still mopping up stragglers and consolidating its positions!
These new foes were even more bizarre in form: some resembled flowing liquid metal, while others were semi-transparent energy beings.
The majority, however, were elite mechanical units covered in optical camouflage, having been hidden in stealth all along.
The moment they appeared, they launched a fierce surprise attack on the caught-off-guard wizards!
In an instant, the wizard ground forces, who had just gained the upper hand, were plunged into a sudden, chaotic melee.
The sounds of explosions, the roar of spells, and the screech of tearing metal once again echoed through this steel jungle.
Dixon's gaze turned cold. It seemed this landing operation was far from over.
(End of the Chapter)
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