Chapter 612 - 520: Material Manipulation
Chapter 612: Chapter 520: Material Manipulation
Realizing that the black-robed Sixth Level Wizard before him was not at all comparable to the "ordinary" Sixth Level beings he had encountered before, the last trace of contempt in Augusta’s heart instantly vanished.
In his eyes, there was only pure battle intent.
"If Jeming can withstand this... then so can I!" she silently recited in her heart, and with a tender shout, the vast Spiritual Power within her body poured out without reservation!
Buzz!!!
Centered around her, an invisible yet powerful enough terrifying magnetic field erupted, bending light itself.
Within the field’s range, countless metal fragments that had just scattered across the sky due to the disintegration of a metal mountain were suddenly given life!
Clang! Clank! Boom...
The piercing symphony of metal clashing and colliding filled the space with an overwhelming resonance!
Billions of tons of metal debris, drawn by the powerful magnetic field, surged towards her, gathering and fusing violently as if squeezed by an invisible hand.
In the blink of an eye, a towering metal giant, tens of thousands of meters high, rough in outline and exuding power, rose from the ground, standing upon the wasteland!
The giant’s eyes flared with two brilliant plumes of Energy light, overlooking the tiny black-robed figure below, exuding a stifling sense of oppression.
The Black Robed Wizard looked up at the instantly formed metal colossus, and under the hood, his brow furrowed slightly as he muttered to himself, "Material Manipulation... truly troublesome."
Indeed, the kind of opponent his [Fictional] Law disliked the most was undoubtedly of the Material Manipulation Class.
After all, Material Manipulation Wizards controlled tangible substance entities with complex physical structures and massive mass.
To "define" an invalid outcome requires a more complex interaction of physical Law and Energy to "cover" and "negate," naturally consuming much more than a same-Level Energy confrontation.
What was even more annoying was that Energy attacks, no matter how violent or bizarre in their attributes, are essentially constructed by Spiritual Power witchcraft models.
Once the core structure of the Spiritual Power model is "disintegrated" or "diverted," no matter how much Energy it contains, its threat is essentially removed.
However, once a material entity is disrupted, as long as the manipulator’s Spiritual Power remains, it can be re-congealed, reformed, and mutated at any time to launch a new round of attack!
Unless one can completely "disassemble" or "obliterate" the material from molecular to atomic levels, the required "consumption" just thinking about it gives him a headache.
"Then... force out the main body!" the Black Robed Wizard thought swiftly.
His figure suddenly "disappeared" from the spot.
The next instant, he "appeared" directly at the waist and abdomen of the ten-thousand-meter metal giant, less than ten meters from its rough, cold metal surface.
Raising his right palm, covered with Black Gloves, he gently pressed it against the giant’s metal torso.
Crack!!!
A silent force permeated, delivering the result he desired.
Centered on his palm’s point of contact, the dense metal within several kilometers around crumbled, as if a sandcastle eroded over billions of years, accelerated to its extreme, instantly transforming into the finest metal dust!
A giant cavity over a kilometer in diameter appeared in the metal giant’s waist, slicing it in half!
However, through the dispersing and splattering metal dust, the Black Robed Wizard glanced around, his brow furrowing tighter—the anticipated "control core" or "cockpit" inside the giant’s torso was empty.
"So quick to transfer the main body?" A trace of astonishment flashed through his heart.
The opponent’s precision in controlling the metal giant and ability to transfer itself exceeded his expectations.
Just then...
Woo!!!
An extremely sharp wail suddenly pierced the air, a sound only produced when an object tears through the atmosphere at hundreds of times the speed of sound!
The remaining upper half of the metal giant suddenly twisted, its massive fists, like mountain peaks, ablaze with plasma red from the intense friction with air, violently closed in from both sides toward the Black Robed Wizard at the waist cavity!
The Black Robed Wizard clearly "perceived" that the trajectory of the fists was marked with traces of frenzied acceleration by a strong magnetic field.
This meant the seemingly clumsy physical attack was essentially equivalent to two supermassive electromagnetic railgun shells!
The kinetic energy they contained was enough to pierce the continental shelf.
"Tsk." The Black Robed Wizard clicked his tongue lightly, evidently not planning to withstand this pure physical kinetic strike head-on.
His figure once more became "blurred."
As the metal fists, carrying destructive shockwaves, collided, unleashing a thunderous metallic symphony and a visible annular shockwave, the Black Robed Wizard had already "manifested" in front of the metal giant’s massive head, level with the brilliant white flames in its eye sockets.
With cold eyes, this time he extended two fingers, pointing them like a sword at the metal giant’s brow, silently striking.
Buzz...
An invisible ripple spread outward.
From the point of contact on its brow, the metal giant’s head rippled like a stone dropped in water, collapsing inwardly.
This ripple quickly enveloped the entire head, neck, and even the remaining upper torso.
Rumble!!!
An even more thorough scene of destruction than before unfolded as the waist collapsed.
The upper body and head of the ten-thousand-meter-high metal giant disintegrated completely like a missed frame, becoming a vast cloud of metal dust, spanning thousands of kilometers and blotting out the sky!
But the face of the Black Robed Wizard did not look any better. Because in that disintegrating dust cloud, he still could not capture a trace of Augusta’s true form!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
At this moment, several sharp sounds of breaking through the air came from below.
The metallic dust that had scattered from the collapse of the metal giants’ waists and abdomens had unknowingly been remagnetized and reshaped, transforming into seven or eight gigantic metal drill bits, each with a diameter exceeding a hundred meters and a length over kilometers, with spiral patterns at their tips!
Under the acceleration of a strong magnetic field, they projected like super electromagnetic cannons launched from the ground, trailing blue-white electric trails, shooting towards the hovering Black Robed Wizard with tricky angles!
"Troublesome..."
The figure of the Black Robed Wizard flickered several times in the air, dodging the direct impact of the drills with minimal movement amplitude, while a hint of impatience and understanding flashed in his eyes.
This won’t end like this.
The need is to find the true form.
He no longer insisted on destroying those endless metal constructs but instead sank part of his mind into the [Fabrication] Law, activating an application more inclined towards "information probing."
Feedback provided by the Fabrication Law entered his perception: certain areas of the earth below had anomalously concentrated magnetic field strength and disorder.
And the "root" of that magnetic field seemed to be deeply hidden underground, engaged in subtle adjustments and shifts at a very high frequency.
"Ah, hidden underground. Using the earth to shield detection while continuing remote control of the battle." The Black Robed Wizard instantly comprehended, a cold light flashing in his dark red eyes.
Good, found the rat hole.
He ignored those re-condensed, fiercely gazing metal constructs around him.
His figure disappeared abruptly, then suddenly appeared in the air above that area.
While in mid-air, he had raised his fist, the power of [Fabrication] gathering at his fist peak, locking onto that constantly subtly moving underground source of the magnetic field.
With this strike, he intended to "define" that area, along with the manipulator hidden within, as "destroyed"!
However, just as his figure was descending toward the ground...
Suddenly, an anomaly arose!
The previously "anomalously concentrated" magnetic field below abruptly changed in nature.
From a concealed control source, it instantaneously transformed into a powerful suppressive force field covering a radius of several kilometers!
This force field was shapeless and intangible, yet as heavy as a mountain, as viscous as glue, attempting to lock the figure and movements of the Black Robed Wizard firmly!
Simultaneously, the ground below, half-magma-like from the aftermath of the battle between both sides, seemed to come alive!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
Hundreds of super-giant fists composed purely of dark red lava and hard rock suddenly rose from the ground!
Each fist had a diameter exceeding one hundred meters, flowing with scorching magma, exuding terrifying heat and pressure.
They were not waving chaotically but were under exquisite control, like hundreds of giant monks simultaneously launching attacks.
From all directions, forming a cage of destruction almost airtight, they slammed towards the Black Robed Wizard whose figure was slightly stalled after just entering the force field range!
And in the distance, within a giant metal drill bit deeply embedded in the ground just evaded by the Black Robed Wizard, in a narrow space isolated by a precise force field blocking all aura and energy fluctuations.
Augusta was holding her breath and concentrating, her eyes seemingly piercing through the metal shell, staring intently at the area engulfed by the massive lava fists from afar.
Her smooth forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, her breathing slightly rapid due to the intense concentration of spirit and immense consumption.
Upon confirming the critical nature of Jeming’s intelligence regarding the [Fabrication] Law, she had formulated this tactic.
It seemed she was always holding the initiative, controlling the overwhelming material torrent.
But only Augusta herself was aware that she was teetering on the death’s tightrope every instant.
Spiritual Power was consuming like floodgates open widely, the mental strain for complete control over the battlefield and tactical adjustments immense, making her temples throb violently.
Augusta was very aware that if her true form’s location were ever discovered by the opponent, given the unreasonable abilities of the [Fabrication] Law, she probably wouldn’t even have the time to react before being instantly "defined" as dead.
"Hold on... Almost there, Jeming must be almost ready..."
Anxiously calculating the time in her mind, she felt this short confrontation lasting less than a second to be as prolonged as a century.
Previously she quietly wondered, considering what kind of strength an enemy had to possess to drive Jeming, someone so unfathomable, into such a pitiful struggle?
Now facing it herself, she was more puzzled: just how powerful did that monster Jeming have to be to fight evenly, ending up just pitifully, with this guy?!
While she was focused on controlling the saturation bombardment of the lava giant fists, planning whether to continue the offensives or immediately shift her hiding spot...
A voice without any wave, yet sounded directly within the depths of her eardrum, like the coldest serpent suddenly slithering in:
"Well done, found you."
Augusta’s hair stood on end in an instant!
Her black pupils narrowed to the size of pinpoints, boundless chill froze her blood and thoughts instantly!
(The next Chapter will be delayed a bit)