Chapter 660 - 562: Disadvantage
Chapter 660: Chapter 562: Disadvantage
Jeming walked out of the command center and looked up at the sky.
Honestly speaking, when he saw the scene before him, Jeming could hardly believe it, because the battlefield situation was completely different from what he had expected.
Originally, he thought with so many wizard legions, combined with the various super arrays set up by the Ship Plane itself, the information beings would be running to their deaths no matter how frenzied they were.
But what was presented before him was a battle equally matched... no, the wizards seemed to be subtly at a disadvantage!
In the sky, pure white light nearly occupied half of the sky dome.
Those information beings were no longer just passively impacting the arrays.
They began mobilizing all surrounding elements, whether from within the Ship Plane or the endless chaotic void beyond the plane, being orchestrated using information manipulation.
Endless chaotic void, difficult for other civilizations to access, remained burdensome for these information beings, yet also equated to inexhaustible backup energy for them.
The disfigured chaotic elements were forcibly condensed and integrated by them, all elements were compelled into order, then transformed into pillars of blinding white light, reversely bombarding the Ship Plane’s defense array.
Even upon contact with the endless chaotic void, these elemental beings not only didn’t retreat; they expanded swiftly.
Seeing this, Jeming’s pupils contracted slightly.
From the current situation, a considerable number of information beings went straight towards the endless chaotic void.
Weren’t they most devoted to order, most loathing of chaos?
But quickly he understood.
Precisely because they loathe chaos, they want to turn chaos into order.
Those twisted void energies, through their "purification," turned into the purest weapon.
The power of a single information being can’t withstand the elemental shock of a large array.
Yet the problem is, there are too many of them.
And their numbers are ever-increasing.
At the fissure, pure white light cascaded like a waterfall.
Every second, thousands of information beings leapt from within the plane to join the battlefield.
They shattered, revived, shattered again, and revived.
Each revival consumed energy, but the one thing the endless chaotic void wasn’t lacking was energy.
And as their numbers surged, their calculation power was stacking.
Jeming could see that among the scattered information beings, countless subtle information links were forming.
Once they exceeded a certain number, these information beings departing their original plane seemed to construct a temporary network within the group.
Such that they were no longer fighting individually but forming a massive calculation network.
Upon reaching this phase, these information beings no longer required returning to the Information Plane to revive, but could directly revive within the regional network.
That network was slowly analyzing the Ship Plane’s defense array, seeking vulnerabilities, and reverse eroding it.
Jeming’s face grew solemn, the situation evolved too fast, in just the brief moment he observed, the situation before him took a dramatic downturn.
Besides the current front lines, even worse were those cannon fodder units.
On the Ship Plane’s outskirts were originally stationed numerous cannon fodder entities meant for probing and reconnaissance: elemental puppets, summoned beasts, and artificially cultivated war beasts.
At this moment, they were losing control en masse.
Those information beings didn’t even need to attack directly; merely passing by, the souls and brain domains of those cannon fodder creatures turned blank like formatted hard drives.
Then new information was injected, they turned around and started attacking their original masters.
Jeming directly witnessed a hundred-meter-tall elemental giant beast suddenly halt, its eye fire dimmed, replaced by pure white.
In the next instant, it opened its massive maw, spitting scorching magma onto the cannon fodder creature positions behind it.
Screams rang out incessantly.
"Hold the line! Hold the line!"
An angry shout from a wizard came from afar.
But the chaos continued spreading.
Bad news arrived one after another...
"It’s bad! Control hub of Elemental Pool No. 3 has been breached!"
Jeming abruptly turned his gaze to the eastern side of the Ship Plane.
There, a colossal Elemental Pool was flashing frantically with unstable light.
The core hub that should have been steadily outputting energy was now enveloped in a layer of eerie white light.
Although there were wizards constantly attempting to change the situation, it had no effect at all, some wizards even got trapped in silence because their spiritual power couldn’t retreat in time.
A few seconds later, the Elemental Pool reversed direction, and a colossal torrent of elements directly blasted towards the adjacent Sixth Level Defense Array.
Boom!
The Sixth Level Array trembled violently, its surface light shield showing web-like cracks.
Jeming spread the Ruins Armor, blocking the scattered energy fluctuations, he couldn’t help but inhale sharply upon seeing the scene before him.
"This is trouble now..."
This meant the enemy had already breached the outermost defenses, as long as they had enough time, they could turn all the defensive facilities within the Ship Plane into their own weapons.
At this moment, powerful auras rose from the direction of the command center.
Martin moved.
The Eighth Level Wizard hovered in mid-air, his gray-white short hair unmoving in the energy storm.
He didn’t release any lavish witchcraft, he merely raised his right hand and pressed down gently.
Instantly, the state of the entire battlefield changed.
A massive and indescribable force descended from above, like an invisible mountain crushing directly into the network formed by the information beings.
The calculation network that was frantically stacking suddenly stalled.
Following that were the auras of over a dozen Seventh Level Wizards.
Dispersed across various parts of the battlefield, they each performed High Tier Information Type Witchcrafts Jeming had never seen before.
Someone held their hands in a virtual embrace, a twisted glow in their palm continuously expanding, then exploding.
At the instance of the explosion, the information beings within tens of thousands of meters around fell into chaos, their external energy convulsed madly, even revival became intermittent.
Someone raised a hand in the air, drawing a rune, and as soon as the rune formed it turned into numerous light dots, accurately entering the core of each information being.
Then, those cores began to "dissolve."
Jeming watched in amazement.
Purely in terms of effect, each spell these High Tier Wizards cast was far more potent than his Painful Chaos Code.
Their manipulation over information levels, that ease and composure, was a realm he was far from reaching.
With Martin and over a dozen Seventh Level Wizards leading nearly a hundred Sixth Level Wizards to jointly suppress the information being army’s offensive, finally, it was curbed.
Those information beings that were frantically pouring out began retreating, their massive calculation network getting compressed bit by bit.
The commandeered control hubs were reclaimed, the formatted cannon fodder units cleared out.
The battlefield temporarily stabilized.
But the gravity on Jeming’s face hadn’t faded.
He looked up at the sky.
At the fissure, pure white light continued surging forth incessantly.
Though those information beings were suppressed for now, they didn’t retreat; rather, they were regrouping, awaiting new reinforcements to stack calculation power.
And Martin and those Seventh Level Wizards, although powerful, their spiritual power was limited.
Jeming could tell, Martin’s interventions were slowing down.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to accelerate; maintaining that scale of calculation suppression consumed too much.
And those information beings...
They had an entire plane as their backup, limitless revival capabilities, increasingly coordinated teamwork.
If not aiming to annihilate the plane, this battle, as time progressed, was bound to sway to the other side.