Chapter 478
Unrivaled
Chapter 478 Unrivaled
To this end, they prepared twenty-seven different forbidden techniques, nineteen sets of chain curses, eleven sets of spatial sealing arrays, and three "Law Collapse Techniques" that required three hundred level-six wizards to activate together.
But now, all those preparations have become a joke.
The pressure from Clark forced them to keep sending more people, which is why the team became so bloated.
Suddenly, Clark raised his right hand and pointed his index finger randomly in a certain direction.
In that direction, the expressions of the seventeen level-seven wizards and more than two hundred level-six wizards immediately changed drastically.
They felt that the space around them had suddenly "frozen".
It is not solidification in a physical sense, but rather "locking" at the level of laws.
The laws they controlled—whether it be "pain," "corruption," "annihilation," or "illusion"—all became obscure and sluggish in an instant, as if forcibly suppressed.
In theory, this situation only occurs when a wizard of the same type uses a countermeasure.
But it is clear that the rules of this group of wizards are completely unrelated, and theoretically it is impossible for them to be countered by such means!
But regardless, it just happened.
Then, a glint of silver light appeared at Clark's fingertips.
The silver light left his hand, transforming into a thin, almost invisible thread that stretched out in that direction.
Wherever the silk threads passed, the space was silently "cut out".
It's like cutting a piece of paper with the sharpest scissors, leaving a smooth, clean cut without any energy leakage.
The seventeen level-seven wizards roared and directed those around them to work together to create a protective barrier.
The shield is stacked with seven layers of different attributes, each layer being enough to withstand a full-force attack from a wizard of the same level.
The moment the silver thread touched the first layer of shield...
The shield burst like a soap bubble.
It wasn't that it was "defeated," but rather that "the legitimacy of its existence was denied."
Then comes the second layer, the third layer... and the seventh layer.
The silver thread passed through all the defenses with almost no resistance, and then "cut" through the seventeen level seven wizards.
No sound.
There was no explosion.
The bodies of seventeen level-seven wizards were simultaneously split in two.
The incision was smooth as a mirror, with no bleeding or internal organs spilling out, because the wound was covered by the force of "existence erasure" the moment it was created.
Their souls tried to escape, but the silver thread trembled slightly, splitting into seventeen finer branches that precisely pierced the core of each soul.
puff.
Like the soft sound of a bubble bursting.
Seventeen level-seven wizards were severely injured in an instant.
The remaining power caused hundreds of level-six wizards in the rear to perish on the spot!
The whole process took less than a second.
It was only then that the other wizards around realized what was happening.
"attack!!!"
A roar erupted.
More than fifty level seven wizards attacked simultaneously.
Curse torrents, elemental storms, conceptual pollution, spatial collapse...
Various attacks, each capable of easily destroying a plane, bombarded Clark from all directions.
But Clark didn't even glance at them.
He simply raised his left hand, palm facing outward, and pressed down lightly.
All the incoming attacks suddenly "froze" in mid-air when they were still 300 meters away from him.
Then, like pencil marks erased by an eraser, it disappeared silently.
It is not being defended, nor is it being neutralized.
It was directly erased by some unknown means.
It was as if those attacks had never been launched.
Seeing this, the opposing wizards present couldn't help but swallow hard.
Because they...didn't understand it!
If you can't understand it, it means it's unknown.
This means that the sixth-level wizard before them possesses academic attainments far exceeding those of the seventh-level wizards in a certain area. And for wizards, academic superiority translates to superiority in combat power!
After completing this action, Clark turned his gaze in another direction.
There, three hundred level-six wizards were working together to activate a massive magic array composed of countless runes.
Deep within the "muzzle" formed by layers of magic arrays, terrifying energy is gathering—the power of "collapse," theoretically enough to threaten an eighth-level being.
Clark tilted his head.
He seemed to have thought about it for a moment.
Then, he stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gently squeezed the giant magic array cannon.
Click.
The cannon's barrel, which was made of magic arrays, developed countless fine cracks.
The wizards controlling the magic circle all looked like they'd seen a ghost, because according to the tests, the damage didn't come from the outside, but from the inside.
The connecting bonds between each rune that makes up the magic circle break simultaneously.
The next second, the entire law transformed into a pile of the most basic elemental particles, which drifted away in the wind.
All three hundred level-six wizards coughed up blood, their faces ashen.
Their soul connection with the magic circle was violently severed, and their souls were injured.
Clark withdrew his hand, his gaze calmly sweeping over the terrified faces of the surrounding enemies.
"continue."
He spoke, and although there was no medium, his voice clearly reached the ears of every attacker.
"Weren't you going to kill me?"
"Let me see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."
silence.
Dead silence.
More than a hundred level seven wizards and more than two thousand level six wizards, yet not one of them dared to step forward.
For the first time, fear appeared in their eyes as they looked at the figure in the center, dressed in a black robe with an indifferent expression.
Inside the control room of Fortress No. 7.
Through the detection array, Jemin "saw" this breathtaking scene on the high-altitude battlefield.
His mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.
Although I already know from Viola that Mentor Clark is very strong, but...
That's ridiculously strong!
How could one person suppress over 130 Level 7 and over 2,000 Level 6?
And they seemed to be handling it with ease, as if they still had plenty of energy left!
Logically speaking, although the power increase between each major level of a wizard is exaggerated, there is a limit. In terms of the pure elemental power amplification multiplier, a wizard of a higher level is basically about ten times that of the wizard of the next level.
Of course, this multiplier will fluctuate depending on the level of knowledge possessed by different wizards.
In terms of mental strength, it's roughly the same multiple.
When combined, the destructive power that a higher-level wizard can unleash is roughly a hundred times greater than that of a lower-level wizard.
But frankly speaking, it's only a hundred times.
If a team of wizards works together well enough, without considering level nine wizards, then about 150 low-level wizards are enough to suppress a wizard of a higher level.
The problem is that the wizards Clark faces are all at least level six, the same level as himself.
On top of that, he also has to face more than a hundred level seven wizards!
In other words, if we disregard the law solidification ability of an eighth-level wizard, Coach Clark already possessed combat power close to that of an eighth-level wizard at the sixth level!
"This is... the strongest genius in the history of the Noren Workshop..."
Jemin muttered to himself.
Then, he took a deep breath and forced himself to refocus.
He didn't need to worry about the battles on his mentor's side.
What he needs to do now is to fight his own battle well.
He closed his eyes again, his consciousness sinking into the turret control system.
On the ninth control panel, the reading representing mental strength quietly jumped by one decimal point at this moment.
He progressed from the intermediate level of level 5 to the advanced level of level 5.
On the battlefield ahead, the cannon fodder of the Chaos Cult and the Tower of Annihilation continues their tireless assault on the defensive lines.
But behind the defensive line, the artillery fire from hundreds of fortresses continued to roar tirelessly.
(End of this chapter)