Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 621: Chapter 528: A Simple and Brutal Trump Card

The light screen in the room hasn’t completely shut down yet, tactical images and data analysis suspended in mid-air.

Clark walked to the main console, casually closed a few light screens, then turned to look at Jeming.

"We just received the intelligence information you submitted for this mission." His voice was as calm as always, but the next words left Jeming stunned.

"Well done. Winning against ’Illusion’ was truly unexpected."

Jeming blinked, before he could react, Viola gasped beside him.

"Wait, wait!" Her voice almost cracked, "Illusion?! Not another Sixth Level Wizard, but Illusion? And actually ’won’?! "

Jeming turned his head, seeing the words "unbelievable" written all over Viola’s delicate little face.

Her silver-gray eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, losing all her usual elegance and composure.

Not just her.

A few Seventh Level Wizards still standing in the corner of the command room also turned their heads when they heard, their eyes falling on Jeming.

Jeming felt somewhat uncomfortable being watched, but he guessed that Illusion should be that Sixth Level Wizard using the Fictional Laws.

He coughed lightly and asked softly:

"That... is ’Illusion’ famous?"

"Famous?" Viola practically blurted out, "More than just famous! Do you know who that guy is?"

Jeming shook his head.

Viola took a deep breath, seemed to try hard to organize her words, but finally decided to explain in the most straightforward way:

"In terms of combat prowess alone, he’s not considered top-tier among Sixth Level Titled Wizards. But that’s because the Fictional Laws he masters are naturally less effective than those specializing in destruction."

She paused and continued:

"However... listen carefully! In any other domain, facing any low-level target, this guy’s efficiency is absurdly high!"

Jeming blinked: "Well... I’m relatively clear about that, after all... Illusion uses the Fictional Laws."

"No! You have no idea what this entails!" Viola said resolutely.

"What I mean by ’target,’ isn’t just low-level enemies, but low-level civilizations! For instance, when our workshop conquer other civilization planes, if the other side has beings above Sixth Level able to control Plane Origin, we can only rely on the army’s gradual advancement, logistics broadening, Wizards defeating one strong enemy and fortress after another to ensure they don’t resort to mutual destruction. But if it were Illusion..."

She looked at Jeming, speaking slowly:

"He can skip all intermediate conquest processes, rely on the special nature of Fictional Laws, skip the control process, directly seize Plane Origin, then—clearing the field."

Hearing this, Jeming froze.

"You’re saying..."

"I’m saying!" Viola interrupted him, "While other Sixth Level Wizards need the Wizard army to slowly grind against enemy armies, defensive systems, and local Laws, Illusion can directly ’define’ the conquest result."

"His efficiency in conquering planes is ridiculously fast. Tower of Annihilation owes at least half its current size to him."

After she finished, she looked at Jeming with a newfound, almost reverent gaze:

"This guy is terrifyingly strong against enemies below his power level, and you actually defeated him head-on."

Viola was silent for a full three seconds, then asked in an extremely complicated tone:

"Jeming, be honest... Are you now stronger than me?"

Jeming opened his mouth, not yet thinking of how to answer, a barely audible light cough came from next to him.

Clark’s gaze lingered on Viola for a moment, thoughtfully nodding:

"Makes sense."

Viola suddenly felt alarm bells ringing.

"After the war, you’ll receive my guidance with the ’Starfall’ Living Plane—As your senior, I can’t let your junior overtake you!"

Viola’s face instantly turned green.

"Mentor! I didn’t mean that! I mean..."

"Yes." Clark already looked away, his tone as calm as discussing the good weather today, "I know. But I think you’re right, it’s time to give you more responsibilities."

Viola opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only glaring fiercely at Jeming.

Jeming innocently spread his hands, indicating this really wasn’t my fault.

After the brief interlude, Viola decisively changed the subject, asked a question Jeming was also concerned about:

"Mentor, how’s the situation now?"

Clark was silent for a moment before slowly speaking:

"Basically... both sides have shown their cards."

Jeming’s heart sank: "Shown cards? Our trump cards have been discovered too?"

Clark looked at him, slightly nodding:

"The workshop’s cards need to be arranged separately. But in this process, a Seventh Level Wizard encountered their wizard behind enemy lines. Although they managed to retreat, their intentions should have been guessed by the other side."

Jeming was silent.

This is indeed one of the worst scenarios.

Once the trump cards are known by the other side, their deterrent and practical effects are severely diminished.

But he was more curious about another matter: What kind of trump card could require a Seventh Level Soul Element Wizard’s action to find, and made Viola say "even if discovered, it can’t be stopped"?

"Viola said earlier that the opponent’s trump card was discovered, but can’t be stopped at the current stage." Jeming looked at Clark, "Why is that?"

Clark didn’t answer directly, he turned around and operated at the main console.

A huge light screen slowly unfolded in front of the three.

"You should know the purpose of our trump card arrangement, right?" Clark asked.

Jeming pondered slightly: "Is it to create an advantage for the Eighth Level Wizards’ showdown in the final stage?"

Clark’s lips slightly curled up, revealing a satisfied smile.

"Being able to see this is quite impressive."

As he spoke, he adjusted the image on the light screen.

Displayed on the screen is a gray and white desolate plain.

The sky is a leaden gray, the earth is an endless layer of dead rock, with no signs of life—standard abandoned plane scenery.

"This is the image recorded by the Magic Network Terminal," Clark explained calmly, "from a reconnaissance wizard who successfully infiltrated behind enemy lines."

The image moved forward. The camera passed through the wasteland, over several low hills, and then...

The wizard on screen stopped.

Not far ahead, the scenery showed no obvious differences, but the markings on the screen indicated to Jeming that it was an extremely skillful spatial isolation barrier.

The reconnaissance wizard took a deep breath, stepping over that boundary.

In the next moment...

The wasteland disappeared.

Replaced by a giant array covering the entire field of view.

The array’s intricate lines spread, interweaved, and layered across the ground, each line flowing with a cold, soul-freezing faint light.

At the crucial nodes of the array, more than fifteen Seventh Level Wizards sat cross-legged.

They were focused, eyes closed, surrounded by rings of law of various colors.

Around these Seventh Level Wizards were nearly a hundred Sixth Level Wizards.

They were distributed in specific formations, continuously inputting energy into the array, assisting the Seventh Level Wizards in maintaining a technique structure that was unimaginably large.

And at the center of all this...

Above the array, about two thousand meters in the air, quietly floated a gigantic light cluster over a thousand meters in diameter.