Translator: AnubisTL
The newly arrived sixth-tier wizard wasted no words. He, too, began to condense a colossal amount of power.
With his palms containing the contradictory forces of destruction and creation, he tore at the space along the same trajectory Balthasar had ripped open.
Buzz...
Space groaned under the unbearable strain. The originally shrinking rift was forced open once more, even widening slightly.
The wizard flickered and thrust himself into the portal, reuniting with Balthasar.
The two sixth-tier wizards stood side by side amidst the raging torrent of energy and the endless tide of metal.
Yet they did not rashly advance into the heart of the Giant Spirit Realm. Instead, they chose the safest, and most grueling, tactic: hold the line and await reinforcements.
Like two silent reefs, they remained unmoved no matter how the enemy provoked them, enduring the Giant Spirit Realm's unleashed fury.
With their own bodies, they doggedly held the initial gateway—the very threshold to both victory and annihilation—for the Wizard Army that would follow.
Jieming watched the two figures standing tall amidst the relentless bombardment, knowing the most critical moment was at hand.
Whether they could truly set foot in the Giant Spirit Realm to reap its resources and merit points depended entirely on whether these two wizards could hold out until the new reinforcements arrived.
Before Jieming could delve deeper into his subsequent plans, a piercing alarm blared through the Legion Command Network into his mind.
[Warning!]
[Massive enemy units detected approaching at high speed from the flank and rear!]
Clearly, the Giant Spirit Realm had also realized the fatal threat posed by this torn breach in the barrier.
Not only were the defenders within the plane swarming like madmen toward the passage guarded by Balthasar, but even outside the plane, other Giant Spirit Realm fleets still engaged in fierce battles had dispatched large detachments.
These warships, like sharks scenting blood, lunged toward Jieming's "remnant vanguard."
Their intent was to launch a pincer attack from both inside and outside, completely uprooting this deadly "wedge"!
"Prepare to engage!"
Without needing further orders, the remaining wizards suppressed their own exhaustion and once again drove their dwindling cannon fodder units to construct a sparse yet still tenacious defensive line.
Jieming took a deep breath. The Great Light Phase array, which had just been retracted behind him, unfolded once more, though its radiance was considerably dimmer than at its peak.
The internal forge operated at overload, continuously deploying newly produced rune-imbued magical artifacts to fill the gaps in the Great Light Phase array.
In the blink of an eye, the flames of war were reignited.
Energy beams pierced through the void, and the fires of explosions erupted one after another.
Jieming dared not squander his power any longer, controlling the [Great Light Phase] to carry out precise point-strikes and area suppression.
At the same time, he commanded a newly hatched swarm of Patrollers to launch suicidal interceptions, attempting to slow the enemy fleet's advance for as long as possible.
Every passing second consumed his precious reserves, and every moment saw wizards or their creations crumble into ash under the onslaught.
Pressure, like a rising tide, surged over him once more.
Meanwhile, within the Planar Barrier Rift, Balthasar's situation had not improved, even with the arrival of another sixth-tier wizard's reinforcements.
"Get out of our world!"
A roar filled with fury and desperation erupted as a colossal, mecha-like puppet charged forward.
The energy fluctuations emanating from the puppet reached the sixth tier. It wielded a laser greatsword condensed from destructive energy, a weapon belonging to one of the top powerhouses among the Giant Spirit Realm's indigenous inhabitants.
The puppet swung the light sword, carrying an aura that threatened to tear everything asunder, and slashed viciously at Balthasar!
However, the light sword—a blade capable of splitting mountain ranges and evaporating oceans—struck the seemingly thin, invisible shield before Balthasar. It failed to stir even a ripple, as if it had sliced into an endless void.
The pilot within the mechanical puppet—a Giant Spirit Realm being with a slime-like form but an incredibly powerful spirit—felt its pupils shrink in utter disbelief.
What terrified it even more was that merely being near Balthasar, a bizarre and malicious energy fluctuation bypassed its proud force field, directly penetrated its defenses, and began to erode its very life essence!
It desperately burned its own life force, trying to resist this law-based erosion that clung to it like a bone-eating parasite, but its efforts were in vain.
Balthasar didn't even look directly at his enemy. He simply raised his hand casually and pressed down with an open palm.
Crack!
The laser greatsword shattered instantly, turning into a shower of light particles.
Then, without losing momentum, the palm continued its slow descent toward the Mechanical Puppet.
"Damn it!!!"
The native powerhouse let out a desperate and unwilling roar, channeling all the puppet's energy into a single point. Instead of retreating, it charged forward in a final, desperate assault!
Then, Balthasar's palm pressed down lightly.
Boom!
Like a fly swatted away with casual indifference, the massive Mechanical Puppet was sent flying backward at a speed even greater than its initial charge.
The terrifying force caused it to disintegrate mid-air, exposing the violently struggling slime body within.
As Balthasar's power continued to spread, both the resilient metal and the living organism were instantly decomposed, annihilated, and finally completely erased by that invisible, terrifying force.
With a single strike, he had instantly killed an enemy who radiated energy fluctuations of his own level.
Balthasar's expression remained completely impassive, as if he had just accomplished a trivial task.
With another casual backhand strike, he unleashed a wave of invisible force that shattered thousands of fifth-tier enemies into dust.
"Haven't those bastards caught up yet?!" Balthasar roared in frustration.
The shockwave of his voice alone caused the surrounding low-level indigenous creatures to contort and collapse, as if crushed by an invisible hand.
It was clear he had mastered a Law related to sound.
"Master Obolos is already coordinating the deployment. The others should arrive shortly," the sixth-tier wizard who had just arrived as reinforcement said calmly.
By now, Balthasar had completely squeezed through the narrowest point of the rift, and the sixth-tier wizard had taken his place, becoming wedged in the critical node of the passage.
Savoring the exhilarating freedom of his body, Balthasar let out a deafening laugh. "Hahahaha... I'll make you pay dearly for this!"
Despite his words, after launching a few casual attacks, Balthasar remained steadfastly positioned before the plane barrier rift.
He deliberately bore the brunt of the most ferocious assaults, absorbing the pressure for his companions.
"God from another realm, do not get too arrogant!"
A roar, even grander and imbued with terrifying pressure, echoed from the distance.
A Mechanical Puppet, several times larger than the previous one, hurtled through the layers of space like a metallic star, wielding a colossal sword!
The energy level emanating from it had reached the seventh tier!
A truly formidable foe had finally appeared!
Balthasar's gaze sharpened, and he dared not let his guard down.
The level 7 mechanical puppet swung its greatsword, channeling the native power of the Giant Spirit Realm. Where the sword light passed, space itself was sliced open into pitch-black fissures.
Balthasar's palms flew in a blur, transforming invisible sound waves into the sharpest blades and the sturdiest barriers, clashing violently with the sword light.
Each exchange unleashed a terrifying energy aftershock capable of annihilating everything, blasting outward in all directions.
Nearby low-level indigenous warships and giant beasts were instantly vaporized or shattered into metallic dust at the mere touch of the dissipating energy.
As the churning torrent of energy subsided, the figures of the two combatants emerged.
Balthasar's energy shield flickered violently, and the edges of his wizard robes were frayed, leaving him looking somewhat disheveled.
However, the level 7 mechanical puppet facing him was in even worse condition. Several of its massive mechanical arms had been snapped off, and its heavy armor was covered in a spider web of cracks. One of its leg components had been completely disintegrated by the sound wave law, severely hindering its movement.
The wizard civilization, with its deep understanding and efficient application of laws, could often fight across tiers.
Though Balthasar was only sixth-tier, his mastery of sound-based spells held a natural advantage over civilizations like the Giant Spirit Realm, which relied on precise mechanical structures and energy conduction.
After just a brief clash, this seventh-tier indigenous being had suffered a crushing defeat.
Yet, Balthasar and his companion's expressions didn't improve; instead, they grew even more grim.
In the distance, three more seventh-tier auras, each as powerful as or even stronger than the first, were rapidly closing in on the battlefield!
"Invader! Your corpse will become the most dazzling trophy in my divine hall!" the damaged level 7 mechanical puppet roared, its spirit waves radiating arrogance.
The two sixth-tier wizards remained silent, their eyes filled with grim determination as they held the breach.
Beyond the plane, wizard legions in other regions seemed to sense the crisis here, and their offensive suddenly intensified.
They were trying to draw more enemies away from the outside, indirectly relieving the pressure here.
At this critical moment...
Buzz!!!
A powerful spell fluctuation, completely different from the Giant Spirit Realm's power or Balthasar and his companion's, surged from the other end of the barrier passage!
Immediately after, the rift—which had been continuously healing under the Giant Spirit Realm's rules—was forcibly pried open by a cold and void force.
A colossal head, seemingly composed entirely of writhing shadows, slowly emerged from the rift.
This head was so immense that its diameter exceeded ten kilometers.
Its features were blurred, with only two points of ghostly light serving as eyes, scanning the battlefield.
It first looked at Balthasar, whose mental power was somewhat disordered, and spoke in a voice that acted directly on the soul, possessing a metallic, grinding quality:
"Balthasar, you've worked hard."
Then, the two points of ghostly light turned toward the continent below, covered in steel and warfire, with a hint of scrutiny and curiosity.
"So... this is the Giant Spirit Realm?"
As he spoke, the shadow giant reached out and grabbed the edge of the rift, forcing his massive body through.
After the shadow giant, the barrier passage shook violently as one powerful sixth-tier wizard's aura after another was forcibly "squeezed" in!
Soon, including Balthasar and the first reinforcement, the number of sixth-tier wizards gathered here reached six.
This was already nearly half of the high-end combat power of this plane expeditionary army!
The remaining high-rank wizards didn't want to come, but they had to maintain the Law Solidification Domains. Being able to dispatch six was already their limit.
Balthasar looked at the reinforcements who had arrived one after another, then turned to the Giant Spirit Realm natives, who were so stunned and terrified by the continuous appearance of powerful enemies that their offensive had even slowed down. A grim smile appeared on his face:
"Next... it's your turn to run!"
(End of the Chapter)
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