Chapter 487
More Enemies
Chapter 487 More Enemies
The two wizards from Norren Workshop were stunned for a moment, until Jemin's words, "We can retreat now," echoed in the air, and they snapped out of their daze.
"Thank you so much, sir, for saving my life!"
The female wizard was the first to react, respectfully bowing to Jemin before feeling the excruciating pain in her brain.
In order to maintain the barrier against the violent attack of the Tower of Annihilation wizard, her mental sea had already developed tiny cracks.
The male wizard, who had completely transformed into a tentacle monster, struggled to make a gesture of respect and spoke with difficulty:
"Thank you... for your help..."
His voice was extremely weak, clearly indicating that he was on the verge of death.
Jemin simply nodded calmly without saying a word.
The two wizards exchanged a glance, a knowing look flashing in their eyes.
In the wizarding world, there is no such thing as a helping hand without a reason.
Equivalent exchange is a principle engraved deep within the soul of every wizard.
Without hesitation, the female wizard raised her right hand, pressed her index finger to her temple, closed her eyes, and concentrated.
A pale blue stream of data, composed of countless runes, flowed from her fingertips and condensed in the air into a fist-sized crystal.
"This is my major, the 'Multi-layer Barrier Nesting Optimization Algorithm,' which can achieve the synchronous construction and coordinated adjustment of up to seven layers of barriers with different attributes with limited mental energy."
She pushed the crystal toward Jemin, her tone respectful:
"Although it is only a level 5 technology, it is highly practical in positional defense and small-scale skirmishes."
The male wizard also struggled to raise his tentacles, and similarly condensed a dark red spiritual energy crystal.
“What I have is… ‘Water Element Shaping and Energy Compression Technology’…” He gasped for breath after each word, “It allows water-based magic to maintain fluidity while… achieving an impact force close to that of a solid substance… and… high-concentration corrosive properties…”
Two crystals floated in front of Jemin.
Jemin glanced at it, then raised his hand to accept it.
He didn't say "you're welcome" or "this isn't enough."
Because in the wizarding world, this kind of transaction is the default rule.
You saved their lives, and they gave you their best skills as payment.
fair enough.
Seeing that Jemin accepted the crystal, both wizards breathed a sigh of relief.
The male wizard lowered his head, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes as his body rapidly disintegrated.
"My body... can't hold on any longer."
He looked at the female wizard:
"Help me... bring one back."
The female wizard nodded.
The male wizard closed his eyes, and his body began to mutate again.
One of the tentacles on the right side expanded and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually transforming into a fleshy tentacle about half a meter long, dark red in color, and covered with spiral patterns.
At the end of the tentacle, there remained a soul imprint belonging to a male wizard.
His physical body, however, completely lost all signs of life, turning into a rapidly decaying, desiccated corpse lying on the ground.
The female wizard stepped forward, carefully picked up the tentacle, and put it into a metal tube engraved with runes for preservation and soul stabilization.
After doing all this, she looked at Jemin and bowed again:
"Sir, we're retreating now. Please... please be careful."
Jemin nodded.
Without further hesitation, the female wizard formed a hand seal, and a silver-white spatial portal unfolded before her.
She stepped inside, her figure vanished, and the portal closed behind her.
Only Jemin remained, along with... the rapidly disintegrating desiccated corpse.
Jemin did not leave immediately.
He stood there, looking down at the still steaming lava basin below, his eyes calm, as if he were thinking about something.
The wind blew across the wasteland, stirring up grayish-white dust and making a mournful sound.
"It's the law of suffering... but the direction is a bit different."
Jemin didn't actually care about the two wizards leaving, because his mind was replaying the various curses and illusions cast by the Chaos Cult wizards.
"Senior Viola's Law of Pain leans more towards 'mental torment'—amplifying existing painful memories, implanting false painful illusions, and even directly attacking the pain perception center of the soul."
"And that guy just now..."
Jemin stroked his chin, closing his eyes in thought.
"His law of suffering leans more towards the 'transformation of the body and energy'."
"Transforming painful emotions directly into tangible damage, using the enemy's pain to enhance one's own sorcery, and even using pain as a 'glue' to forcibly fuse different energy systems..."
A hint of interest flashed in Jemin's eyes:
"Interesting. Although my overall level is far inferior to that of my senior, this idea of 'quantifying emotions' is quite valuable for reference."
His gaze shifted to the spot where the wizard of the Tower of Annihilation had last disappeared.
"As for that guy who plays with light and darkness annihilation..."
Jemin recalled the opponent's simple, brutal, yet terrifyingly efficient attack method.
"He has indeed come a long way on the path of 'annihilation of positive and negative energy'. The ratio of light and dark, the degree of compression, the timing of release... are all controlled with great precision. The energy utilization rate of each attack is at least 35%."
This data is already quite good. After all, the energy that annihilates each other is too volatile and difficult to control. Only a level six wizard can achieve 100% energy utilization.
"pity……"
Jemin shook his head:
"That last move, 'Energy Overload,' was clearly an incomplete technique. Forcibly injecting two conflicting energies into the body may seem powerful, but it is full of flaws. The energy flow path is chaotic, the frequency of the law resonance is unstable, and it doesn't even achieve the most basic 'energy cycle self-consistency.'"
"If he had another fifty years, perhaps he could perfect this technology and turn it into a stable means of explosive power. But now..."
"The skill level is still a bit lacking."
As he pondered, Jemin casually raised his left hand, fingers spread, and gently clenched it in the surrounding void. *Buzz...*
An invisible wave emanated from him.
Space began to "freeze".
It is not solidification in a physical sense, but rather "anchoring" at the level of laws.
Within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, all spatial folds, layers, cracks, and jump nodes were forcibly smoothed and fixed by a domineering force.
It's like a crumpled piece of paper that's been ironed until it's smooth and shiny.
And as space solidifies...
"Uh!"
A muffled groan came from the void about three hundred meters to Jemin's left.
Suddenly, a figure "squeezed" out of the space.
It was a wizard wearing a dark green robe and a wooden mask on his face.
At this moment, he was awkwardly maintaining a half-formed spatial jump posture, but his body was like an insect trapped in amber, firmly "locked" in place by the solidified space, unable to move.
His eyes were filled with horror.
Seeing that Jemin made no further moves, he suddenly unleashed his power and broke free from the frozen space.
It was only then that Jemin seemed to snap out of his thoughts.
He slowly raised his head and glanced at the wizard who had been forced out.
Then, his gaze turned to the distant surroundings, casually sweeping over the seemingly empty gray-white wasteland, the jagged rocks, and the low mounds.
A cold smile curved his lips.
"Come out, everyone."
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly traveled to every corner within a ten-kilometer radius.
"Isn't it tiring to watch the show from the shadows?"
The moment the words fell—
The dark green-robed wizard, forced out by the solidified space, couldn't help but take a step back.
When he realized it, he found that he had done it instinctively.
The aura emanating from the gray-robed wizard in front of them was terrifying.
That's not about pressure in terms of energy intensity.
Judging from my perception, the other party was indeed only at the peak of level five, the same level as me.
Rather, it's a deeper sense of oppression.
It's like a mouse facing a cat, a rabbit facing an eagle, or an ant facing an elephant.
It was a biological instinct that told him: he could not be defeated by force, he could not be resisted.
As Jemin spoke, the surrounding "environment" began to change.
Three figures slowly rose from behind the rock.
On the side of the mound, the air distorted, revealing four wizards.
Further away in mid-air, where there was nothing before, five or six floating figures appeared one after another, like ripples on water.
There were thirteen people in total, all of whom were level five wizards.
They wore different styles of sorcerer robes—some belonged to the Chaos Cult, and some to the Tower of Annihilation.
At this moment, everyone stared solemnly at Jemin in the center, their eyes filled with vigilance, fear, and disbelief.
They didn't witness the whole process, but they at least observed Jemin dealing with the energy giant that was the wizard of the Tower of Annihilation in his final moments.
From the dark golden light that instantly killed his peers, to how he effortlessly forced out his companions from the spatial interlayer, and to his terrifyingly calm attitude in the face of being besieged by thirteen wizards of the same level, all of these things point to one thing.
This guy... is very strong!
Jemin glanced briefly at the thirteen people.
Their mental strength ranges from mid-level to peak of level five.
As for elemental fluctuations, they are quite complex, and it seems that each element has its own strengths.
But none of them could pique his interest.
Jemin was very clear about his position.
In terms of accumulated "wizard knowledge," he was indeed at the bottom of the list among level five wizards.
After all, the time he truly focused on the wizarding system was only about a thousand years at most.
And most level 5 wizards are old monsters who have lived for three or four thousand years or even longer.
But in terms of "actual combat effectiveness"...
A hint of indifference flashed in Jemin's eyes.
With the otherworldly knowledge provided by the Great Dao Library, as well as the talismanic artifacts and modified spells he developed himself...
Ordinary level 5 wizards were no longer enough to attract his attention.
Just like now.
These thirteen wizards were well hidden and each had their own unique methods.
But in the face of Jemin's "Causal Reflection Technique," their positions were as clearly visible as a campfire in the dark.
The entire plane's destiny line has indeed been corrupted, making large-scale causal predictions difficult to conduct.
However, this was merely using causal tracking to detect "information residue" within a small area and to trace the locations of a dozen or so wizards of the same rank...
too easy.
(End of this chapter)