Chapter 476: Chapter 411: The Fourth Cycle
The clarification of the research direction was like injecting a powerful catalyst into the entire Wizard Legion.
To obtain more Reaper Race samples—especially the living specimens in different developmental stages—the advancement of the wizards became unprecedentedly aggressive.
Elite squads continuously penetrated deep into the heartlands of the Reaper Race, with a clear goal of intercepting their cultivation fields and transformation nests.
However, Jeming’s research team was not the only busy unit.
In fact, the entire logistical and development system was running at full speed, with each research team responsible for different tasks.
While Jeming’s team achieved some localized results, other research teams completed their tasks over time.
For example, the "Crystallized Disintegration Ray" specifically targeting the elemental composition of the Reaper Race’s shells was developed, a witchcraft spell that interferes with their shell’s energy conduction, making them fragile like porcelain.
Also, a "Frequency Contamination Field," designed based on the Reaper Race’s communication weaknesses, began deployment at the frontline, effectively disrupting their command network.
Targeted technologies like the intense light blinding rune optimized for their compound eye vision, and ecological blockers leveraging their larvae’s dependence on specific fungal mats, sprang up like mushrooms after rain.
With these combat aids, the advancement speed of the wizards increased once more.
Along with it came more and more intelligence information.
Various battlefield situations and terrain scans, models and data of all kinds of new witchcraft, and a continuous stream of macro intelligence on energy flow, geological structures, and abnormal Law fluctuations across the entire plane.
One could say that the number of Record Crystals stored in Jeming’s Inner Grotto Heaven increased visibly day by day.
The technological superiority began to show its effect.
The defenses of the Reaper Race crumbled step by step.
Their once troublesome united Casting Arrays frequently failed under targeted interference; the elusive Earth Vein teleportation guard insects had their energy nodes marked and destroyed ahead of time.
Even their attempts at launching large-scale counterattacks turned into chaotic charges due to disrupted communication, becoming mountains of corpses and seas of blood under the wizards’ prepared crossfire.
Less than two months into the war, the territory controlled by the Reaper Race had lost more than half, and their civilization overall showed signs of collapse.
On the battlefield, rarer sights began to appear: small units of the Reaper Race throwing down equipment to flee, some breeding grounds even proactively abandoned, leaving behind large numbers of unmoved larvae and resources.
The scales of victory seemed to have completely tipped.
On this day, Jeming had just stored a batch of the latest research results: a partial decoding report on the pheromone coding patterns of high-tier Reaper Race individuals into the corresponding shelf of the Grotto Heaven.
He straightened up, rubbing his temples swollen from handling information for a long time.
At that moment.
An indescribable feeling seized him.
Not a sound, not a vibration, but a more foundational "change"—as if the fundamental tint of the world had been gently nudged.
The strings of the plane’s Law were plucked by an invisible hand, emitting a hum inaudible to mortals but causing the Soul of Transcendents to tremble.
"This is..." Jeming’s pupils contracted suddenly.
Before he could react, a strange pulling sensation surged from all directions.
Material, space, consciousness... everything was being forcibly dragged by an invisible force, flowing backward.
A new round of the time loop began.
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Having just rushed through the spatial rift, Jeming suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, as if someone had struck the back of his head with a blunt object.
But he immediately stabilized his stance—the Primordial Spirit of Divinity Transformation Realm and the Spiritual Power of a Fourth Level Wizard were not merely for show, he recovered clarity almost instantly.
"Captain?" came the inquiry from the squad member behind him.
"It’s nothing." Jeming instinctively replied, then suddenly froze.
Because he felt this scene was quite familiar, as if he had seen it before.
He instinctively raised his head to observe the surroundings, crossing the dark spatial rift, the two thousand of them appeared in a high altitude position at the rear of the battlefield.
Wait... two thousand?!
As the first squad, his team clearly only numbered one thousand!
Jeming’s pupils contracted suddenly, recalling the arrangement made by the Starcaster Wizard Artarius: thirty thousand wizards divided into thirty teams, each loop deploying one new support team.
Therefore, the appearance of these two thousand "reinforcements" only meant one thing...
This was already the fourth loop.
And at this moment, the alert units at the rear of the wizard army had already turned their attention towards them.
"Reinforcements?" A Sixth Level Wizard flew out of the formation, precaution in their voice, "At this point in time?"
Suppressing the strong sense of déjà vu welling up in him, Jeming instinctively took out his terminal.
Light beam projection, Artarius’s command document and the glaring Spiritual Power imprint of the Eighth Level Wizard hovered in the air, instantly dispersing all doubts.
"Verification passed." The Sixth Level Wizard bowed and withdrew.
During the brief interval awaiting the army commander Frost’s arrival, Jeming, aware of having undergone multiple loops, instinctively checked his own status.
Everything else was easy to address, but when his Spiritual Power sank into the Inner Grotto Heaven, Jeming saw three metal plates quietly lying on the ground: 1, 2, 3.
Behind the plates, a mountain of Record Crystals piled up.
The latest batch still held residual energy warmth, which was research data sealed at the last moment of the previous loop.
His gaze swept over the reminders he had left himself, then picked up a Record Crystal specially marked under the metal plate.
Immediately, operations from the previous loop played back in his consciousness like a tidal wave.
When the silver-gray magic robe of Frost flew in from the direction of the command platform, Jeming was fully awake.
He stepped forward and, before Frost could speak, amid the slightly surprised gazes of surrounding wizards, said firmly and decisively:
"Lord Frost, I have important information to report!"
Frost’s gaze fell on Jeming’s face like an eagle, pausing briefly.
Without unnecessary questions or doubts, this Seventh Level commander turned decisively: "In that case... follow me, others proceed to their designated locations according to the command network’s instructions."
On the way to the command center, Jeming had integrated all the information of that special Record Crystal in his Soul.
When the two stepped into the command post isolated by layers of protective devices, Jeming met the scrutiny of the commander’s gaze, said little, but took out a Record Crystal:
"Lord, this is information from the last loop left by you for yourself!"
Upon hearing this, looking at the Record Crystal Jeming handed over, Frost’s eyes slightly narrowed: "Interesting..."
