Chapter 576: Chapter 492: Confirming the Search Area (2)
A glimmer of understanding flashed through Jeming’s eyes.
"The protagonists of this battlefield have never been us."
Everything the Wizard Legion did—building defensive lines, scouting and hunting, seizing resources, laying down trump cards—in the final analysis was only to add a sliver of "probability weight" to their own Eighth Level Wizards’ chances of victory.
The true deciding move of the war lay high above the skies.
"So both sides are taking the task of scouting out the locations of each other’s trump cards this seriously, and my next focus..." Jeming withdrew his gaze and refocused in front of him, "should also be to search for where the enemy has placed their trump cards."
If Jeming wanted to temper himself, he needed to encounter enough enemies; since both sides attached great importance to where they laid down their trump cards, as long as he kept searching, he would definitely run into an endless stream of enemy attacks.
However, looking for a few hidden points within a region with a diameter of fifteen billion kilometers sounded pretty much like searching for a needle in the ocean.
Fortunately, after thinking for a bit Jeming understood that the actual search range was far from that exaggerated.
After all, setting up trump cards took time, and more than that, required concealment and safety.
The High Tier Wizards would never waste their precious time on long‑distance travel.
At the same time, in order to quickly enter the battlefield once the trump cards were completed, the distance between the deployment points and the main base had to be kept within a certain range.
"Judging from the Alliance Army’s mobilization and response speed these days, their main base should be within ten million kilometers of Nolun Workshop’s main defensive line."
Jeming pulled out the map on his terminal and drew a circle centered on Nolun Workshop’s camp.
"Then this range should be the optimal distance for the High Level Wizards of the Chaos Secret Sect and the Tower of Annihilation to mobilize and respond. In that case..."
Jeming drew another, larger circle outside the first one, doubling the radius.
Since the conventional movement speed for High Tier Wizards was set, the area where the enemy laid down their trump cards would not be farther from their own camp than this distance.
"A search area with a radius of twenty million kilometers... still vast, but at least no longer hopeless."
After thinking a bit, Jeming erased the outermost circle: "In that case, I should prioritize locating their camp, and then, using their camp as the center, I only need to expand my search outward over a radius of ten million kilometers."
In this way the area that needed to be searched shrank by far more than just a little.
As for the precise location of the enemy camp...
Although Nolun Workshop’s side had been suppressed during this period and hadn’t managed to find it, they still had a general direction.
Jeming left the phase space, made a brief calculation, chose a direction, and his figure once again blurred into a faint shadow as he shot forward.
Several hours later.
While streaking through space, Jeming suddenly felt a movement in his heart.
His Scouting Witchcraft detected three gray‑white waves of Energy about three hundred kilometers ahead, rapidly closing in on his position.
"This kind of Elemental Fluctuation... they’re from the Tower of Annihilation." His gaze sharpened slightly.
What concerned Jeming more was that the other side hadn’t changed course after he detected them, and their direction of travel was precisely where he was.
This meant...
"They noticed me earlier than I sensed them." Jeming couldn’t help but frown.
His shortcomings in scouting methods were laid bare at this moment.
He had originally thought his preparations were fairly comprehensive, but after personally entering a Wizard’s battlefield, he realized he had still underestimated how troublesome Wizards could be.
On a battlefield where destiny lines were thoroughly polluted, the Cause and Effect Tracing Technique was more suited for tracking existing clues or covering one’s own tracks.
In terms of active detection and long‑range early warning, he still relied on older technology.
Facing Wizards of the same Level who specialized in scouting, this weakness became especially glaring.
"I’ll have to find a way to patch this up after the war." Jeming noted this matter down in his mind.
In his perception, the three waves came closer and closer, showing no signs of slowing down or splitting up.
"Very confident, aren’t you." Jeming sneered coldly.
Not only did he not retreat, his speed suddenly increased as he shot toward them head‑on!
Since he couldn’t stay hidden, there was no need to hide anymore.
"The target has accelerated... he hasn’t chosen to flee, but is preparing to engage!"
Among the three Wizards from the Tower of Annihilation, the one in the middle held a constantly rotating gray‑white crystal sphere in his hand; on the surface of the sphere, Jeming’s rapidly approaching phantom was reflected.
"Raise your guard. He dares to charge three of us head‑on... either he has an ambush set up, or he’s extremely confident in his own strength." The Wizard on the left spoke in a low voice. "Send a signal, have nearby squads move toward this area."
The one in the middle unhesitatingly took out his Magic Network Terminal and sent out a brief distress message.
But they did not retreat; instead, they began casting various defensive Witchcraft on themselves, and accelerated toward their target.
In the eyes of these three Wizards from the Tower of Annihilation, they were of the same Level, and a three‑to‑one numerical advantage was very real.
Even if the enemy truly possessed some extraordinary means, it would not be difficult for them to stall for a bit and wait for reinforcements.
Thus, with this tacit understanding, the distance between both sides rapidly shrank.
Soon, the distance between the two sides had shortened to one hundred kilometers.
For a Fifth Level Wizard, this was already very close; if most offensive Witchcraft were cast at this distance, an ordinary Fifth Level Wizard simply wouldn’t be able to dodge!
"Do it!" the Wizard from the Tower of Annihilation barked harshly.
The three of them simultaneously mobilized their Spiritual Power, and annihilating Energy of interwoven gray‑white and pitch‑black began to gather...
But Jeming moved even faster.
He only lifted his right hand and pointed with his index finger into the air.
In the stunned gazes of the three opposing Wizards, the surrounding air and light began to distort.
A point of dark‑gold radiance quietly appeared at his fingertip, then transformed into a slender beam of light that shot out soundlessly.
As the beam traveled, it rapidly expanded; by the time it struck the location of the three, it had widened to more than a hundred meters.
Pop!
With a sound as light as a bubble bursting, the defenses of the two Wizards it hit shattered in an instant.
The seemingly harmless radiance instantly engulfed their bodies.
After the dark‑gold light faded, there was no trace left where the two had been—just as if they had been erased from existence.
The third Wizard’s pupils contracted sharply at the sight, and he tried to flee in terror.
However, Jeming had already begun preparing Spatial Magic as he released the Fire Extinction Divine Light.
The very instant the Fire Extinction Divine Light ended, he cast Space Jump; his figure, ghostlike, appeared before the terrified Wizard.
Then, a punch!
A simple, unadorned punch blasted out.
Where the fist passed, the air was compressed into a visible conical ripple; riding on the Space Distortion left by the recent Space Jump, fine spatial fissures flickered in and out of existence around his fist.
The Wizard only had time to cross both arms before his chest, as gray‑white annihilation Energy frantically condensed along his arms, forming a shield saturated with highly compressed obliterating power.
Fist met arm‑shield.
Crack!
The black arm‑shield shattered inch by inch like fragile glass; the annihilating Energy tried to erode Jeming’s body, but could not break through the protection of his Ruins Armor at all.
The momentum of the punch did not fade, continuing forward, punching through his protective Energy and into his chest.
The Wizard’s body arched violently, then his entire form exploded into a bloody mist.
Jeming mobilized Elemental Energy and casually wiped out the Soul that was trying to escape.
Jeming drew back his fist and flicked his hand, scattering the clinging blood mist.
"A pity I can’t get any intel out of these people." There was a trace of regret in his tone.
Even during coordinated warfare, the prohibition from the Star Orbit Arbitration Court remained in force.
Conducting Soul Search or memory plundering on Wizards without authorization, once discovered, would be deemed an act of stealing another Wizard’s knowledge, and might even draw direct intervention from the Sanction Court.
He didn’t dare take that risk.
"However..." Jeming raised his eyes toward the direction the three had come from. "Since there’s a patrol squad here, it means this direction is correct."
Up ahead, he should already have entered the outer scouting ring of the enemy camp.
His figure once again faded, blending into the environment as he continued his Stealth approach toward that unknown region.
(Been a bit busy these two days, so there’s only this one Chapter today.)
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