Chapter 632 - 537: The Other Side’s Choice
Chapter 632: Chapter 537: The Other Side’s Choice
Tower of Annihilation, the third tower’s plane community.
It’s chaos everywhere.
Busy wizards are everywhere, teleportation arrays are being activated everywhere, and resources and personnel are being forcibly packed and taken away.
The Magic Net artificial intelligence Felix gave a one-year deadline, which seems generous, but for the complete migration of a massive Wizard Influence, it’s akin to hell mode.
A year is only enough for them to pack and take the core planes, the best population, and the most valuable assets.
As for those marginal planes, peripheral populations, and resources not yet fully extracted, they can only be forced to abandon them.
Of course, the Tower of Annihilation won’t succumb so easily.
Every minute, countless planes are being frantically exploited.
Those collection arrays that should be delicately operated are now all set to maximum power.
Even if it leads to resource waste, as long as they can take away an extra ton of ore before the deadline, it’s a victory.
Amidst this chaos, a figure is bustling about almost without rest.
He is Illusion.
As a Sixth Level Wizard mastering the Law of Fabrication, his abilities are invaluable in such large-scale migrations.
Skip the tedious extraction process and directly "define" the completion of resource collection; bypass the complex transportation flow and directly "present" the state of materials arriving at their destination.
He alone matches the efficiency of tens of thousands of ordinary wizards.
But the cost is also immense.
When Dark Raven found him, he could hardly believe his eyes.
The ever-graceful, always unhurried Illusion on the battlefield is now visibly thinner.
It’s not a metaphor; he is literally thinner: his cheeks are sunken, his eye sockets are hollow, and his originally fitting wizard robe now hangs a bit loose on him.
For a Sixth Level Wizard with absolute control over his body, this condition is almost equivalent to the weakness a mortal experiences after "heavy bleeding."
"What’s wrong with you..." Dark Raven didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Illusion looked up at him, his dark red eyes filled with exhaustion.
But he didn’t speak, just took a deep breath...
The next moment, his entire being seemed to be "refreshed."
The hollow cheeks became plump, the hollow eye sockets returned to normal, and the loose wizard robe was filled out with muscle again.
[Fabrication] —skip the recovery process and directly present a healthy state.
In just a few seconds, he returned to the graceful Illusion.
"What’s up?" he asked, his voice steady, as if the previous weak appearance was just an illusion.
Dark Raven looked at him, sighing inwardly.
He knew clearly that this "skipping the recovery" was just for show. Although the body is restored, the mental state hasn’t been replenished.
But since the other party didn’t want to talk more, he didn’t break it down.
"Lord of Annihilation has given an order," Dark Raven said. "You don’t need to participate in the upcoming resource collection."
Illusion was stunned: "Not need me?"
He subconsciously looked around.
This plane was a small one recently conquered by the third tower’s plane community, with resources not yet extracted.
At this moment, the whole land is filled with busy wizards, activating various collection arrays, racing against time to seize every bit of resource.
It’s not just this plane.
Among the tens of thousands of planes held by the Tower of Annihilation, except for the core planes confirmed to be relocated together, all are currently playing out the same scene.
"Without my assistance," Illusion frowned, "can all plane resources be collected before the deadline?"
"No way." Dark Raven’s answer was crisp, "So Lord of Annihilation means—if resources must be abandoned, let them be abandoned."
Illusion’s pupils constricted.
He heard another layer of meaning in Dark Raven’s words:
"Lord of Annihilation... has already decided on the migration choice?"
Dark Raven nodded.
Migration means leaving this area that has been cultivated for years.
The Star Ring Federation naturally cannot let the two Wizard Influences go unchecked, especially now that it’s crucial for the whole civilization to employ manpower.
So, the Star Ring Federation gave two options:
One is to head to areas deeper within the Wizard Civilization.
It’s safer there, but the endless Chaotic Void has been scoured countless times by predecessors.
Plane resources are extremely scarce, hard to support the development of a massive influence.
The other is to move to areas closer to the front lines.
Resources are relatively abundant there, but the danger also increases exponentially—high-intensity civilization attacks could occur at any time, and one might become embroiled in higher-intensity wars at any moment.
For any mature force, these two choices are not good options.
The region they are currently in has been found after countless tests and adjustments, the best balance point, where safety and resources are well balanced, most suitable for the long-term development of the force.
Change recklessly, choosing either side, means great risk.
And from Dark Raven’s words, Illusion heard: Annihilation chose the front line.
"That’s right." Dark Raven confirmed his guess, "So in the new area, you become very important."
He looked at Illusion, his gaze serious:
"The Lord of Annihilation thinks your current strength is still too low and wants to see if you can be upgraded to the Seventh Level. The First Tower has already built you a dedicated laboratory, many Seventh Level Wizards, and even the Lord of Annihilation himself, can follow your command and assist your research."
He paused and asked a crucial question:
"Do you have confidence in yourself?"
Illusion was silent.
He lowered his head, looking at his own hands.
After a long while, he slowly spoke:
"To be honest...I’m not sure either."
His voice was soft, with a rare hint of confusion.
"After being promoted to Sixth Level, I can still continue researching, that’s for sure. But I feel..." He paused, seemingly searching for the right words, "I’ve already reached my limit."
"To complete the extension and deepening of the Law and advance to Seventh Level..." he shook his head, "it’s nearly impossible."
Dark Raven was silent, saying nothing.
Illusion raised his head, looking at the busy wizards in the distance, his gaze complex:
"But whether it works or not, you have to try."
He took a deep breath, and the aura around him became firm again:
"I’m going to the First Tower."
Dark Raven nodded, patting his shoulder:
"Just do your best. Even if you can’t rise to the Seventh Level, try to go further at the Sixth Level. In the new area, the range of enemy civilization you manage to extract can be as extensive as possible. If not, the Lord of Annihilation can also provide you with specially made resources and equipment to temporarily increase your combat power."
Illusion nodded slightly, not saying anything more.
His figure flickered and disappeared from where he stood.
Dark Raven stood where he was, looking in the direction where Illusion disappeared, and sighed softly.
Then, he also turned around and stepped onto the teleportation array he had come from.
...He also had many things to keep busy with.
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Chaos Secret Sect, First Plane.
The scene here was equally chaotic.
Countless teleportation arrays were operating simultaneously, continuously bringing in population, resources, and materials from various planes.
The ordinary people who had just been forcibly removed from their hometowns and transferred were standing bewildered in the square, at a loss for what to do.
In the sky, the Sect Hierarch’s expression was so dark that it seemed as if water could drip from it.
He hovered at the highest point of the First Plane, overlooking the busy scene below, coldly issuing commands:
"Transfer populations from other planes to the Core Plane according to their level of cultural dissemination, giving priority to those with a high level of cultural dissemination. Those illiterate and indigenous people who have not yet been transformed into Wizard Civilization humans—leave them for the Nolun Workshop to deal with!"
"Conduct destructive extraction in all non-Core Planes! At all costs, no matter the expense, extract as much as possible!"
"Not a single resource should be left for the Nolun Workshop!"
"When migrating to the heart of civilization, resources will be exceptionally tight, and these resources are our hope of reemergence!"
Every command was accompanied by a wave of busy people surging about.
The wizards called by name silently took their orders and left.
No one dared to say a word at this time.
The state of the Sect Hierarch’s mood could be seen from the almost tangible low pressure surrounding him; whoever approached him would be unlucky.
The teleportation arrays on the First Plane constantly flickered, delivering batch after batch of people, space after space of resources, to the ever-expanding storage areas.
And those non-Core Planes destined not to be carried along were being frantically extracted by countless wizards.
For some of the smaller planes, they were even directly shattered with super-large arrays, then materials and Plane Origins were extracted from the debris.
Such an extreme collecting process would leave Nolun Workshop with nothing but desolate, abandoned planes for the future.
This is Chaos Secret Sect’s "revenge."
Although they lost the war, and although they are forced to migrate, at least before leaving, they want the victors to gain nothing.
The Sect Hierarch stood high up, gazing coldly at everything below.