Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 460 - 5: Mayfly Subspecies (Extra Update)

Richard’s body was streaked with arcs of electricity that wriggled like living creatures. They flickered with a ghostly blue light, exuding an aura of destruction.

The energy beams of the Mayfly Army filled the fortress with scattered energy, creating an excellent battlefield for the Radiant Giant Battle Body.

Richard pointed a finger skyward as the fluorescence on his body suddenly intensified. A dragon-like bolt of lightning shot out from his fingertip, instantly engulfing a corner of the Mayfly swarm.

Following that, Richard, like the Thunder God himself, kept firing thunderbolts at the Mayfly swarm.

Each thunderbolt, thick as a bucket, could take out hundreds of the lower Mayflies.

Richard alone wielded more firepower than an entire hundred-person squadron of White Wizards!

The Fortress Commander watched the scene, feeling his throat dry up.

"Is his magic power inexhaustible?"

Sensing the alteration of the enemy, the Mayfly General at the center of the swarm immediately responded.

The massive swarm of Mayflies began changing formation, with numerous Mayfly troops detaching from the main structure. Like floating cannons, they fired towards Richard.

Their task was to cover the core transformation.

But what Richard was waiting for was this moment of their formation change.

Question: What kind of method can quickly destroy a Mayfly Army’s combat power?

Answer: A decapitating strike.

Then, what kind of spell could bear this responsibility?

Answer: Only a spell with astonishing penetration power could strike a fatal blow.

The next moment, there was a loud boom. The fortress layer, which only melted into a hole when hit by high-energy rays, now displayed a shallow depression nearly ten meters in radius.

Richard, like a demon god breaking its seal, forged ahead against the Mayflies’ beam attack, breaking through their defenses.

His body’s arcs of electricity converged, and he fiercely swung a punch towards the Mayfly swarm.

Buzz!

A brilliant aurora burst from his fist, like a meteor cutting through the night sky, instantly piercing through the Mayfly swarm.

The Mayfly General, protected by thousands of Mayflies at the center, instantly turned into nothingness.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

Both the wizards on the fortress and the Mayflies in the sky paused in their movements at that moment.

"Now it’s much easier."

Richard muttered tiredly, lightning sparking again on his body. With the Mayfly General, their commander, gone, the massive Mayfly swarm of a hundred thousand was no longer a threat.

A vast Thunder Net spread out from Richard at its center, raining Mayfly bodies like water.

A meteor in the sky, noticing Richard’s prowess, cut a beautiful arc directly away into the distance, showing no intention to cover its kin.

Watching this scene above the fortress, the remaining Mayflies began to retreat.

But Richard did not stop there. He stretched his arms as if drawing a bow, and a Thunder Bow slowly formed in his hands.

One after another Thunder Arrow flew like shooting birds, continuously bringing down the Mayfly swarm.

Until they flew beyond the range of Richard’s spiritual power detection.

Richard landed on the ground, his form gradually returning to normal. He looked somewhat weary and his spirit was drained.

The fight might have looked effortlessly stylish, but it had drained nearly all of Richard’s strength. Now, both his spiritual power and his cells’ life energy were at very low levels. Only his magic power remained intact due to the control of radiation.

Richard pulled a change of clothes from his pocket; unlike Hulk’s pants, his clothes didn’t grow or shrink with him.

After getting dressed, he put on his armor piece by piece.

The entire process passed in complete silence atop the fortress.

Soon, Richard donned his Single Soldier Armor, and a slightly weary voice came from within.

"Regroup. Commander Sir, I have some questions for you."

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The Fortress Commander took a Magic Potion from someone next to him and carelessly sprinkled it on his wounds. The Undead Wizard assisting him waved his Magic Wand, and small buds of flesh began to grow from the wounds.

The Fortress Commander came up to Richard and solemnly performed a Wizard’s Salute.

"I am Sorin, the Commander of Fortress Nine, thank you, Master, for your substantial help."

Richard’s voice sounded a bit dull through his armor.

"It’s my duty, but I have some questions for the Master."

The two entered the fortress, passing by Alchemy Wizards carrying various materials. The destroyed cannons had to be fixed quickly; otherwise, the fortress could still be in danger of collapsing once Richard left.

"The Master must be wanting to ask about that group of Mayflies," Sorin said.

Richard nodded slightly, "Indeed, such Mayflies weren’t present in the information provided by the headquarters."

"This is normal, there are many different types of Mayflies in the Star Realm. The swarms of Mayflies inside the Star Realm, they say, are so numerous that they could cover the entire Galaxy World. God knows how many types of Mayflies are in there."

Listening to Sorin’s news, Richard felt a slight sinking in his heart.

"Are all these Mayflies from the same race?"

"Pretty much."

Saying this, the two arrived at a room that was tightly secured.

Sorin opened the room, and a highly orderly laboratory appeared before Richard’s eyes.

In the lab, several White Wizards were dissecting a Sun Mayfly that they had just encountered. Besides the dissection table where the Sun Mayfly lay, the entire lab also held a large number of specimens.

These specimens were placed on shelves on the other side of the lab in bottles and jars, filled with different Mayflies’ bodies and organs.

These Mayflies generally looked the same, but they had significant differences in detail.

"All these Mayflies belong to the same Star River Mayfly race. However, they seem to belong to different tribes among themselves. During battle, these Mayflies always fight alongside their own kind and even if isolated, they are reluctant to join other tribes.

Moreover, there seems to be some conflict among these Mayflies."

Sorin led Richard to a shelf and pointed to two Mayflies placed together on the shelf:

"When these two tribes of Mayflies meet, they even fight each other."

Richard closely examined the two Mayflies. One had a larger head size with a chitinous outer shell and wide, large wings on its back. The other was smaller in size and more resembled the Galaxy Mayflies that Richard had seen.

"Which of these two is more formidable?" Richard asked.

"The smaller one is more formidable," Sorin replied. "The smaller one has obviously greater combat strength than the bigger one, but it has worse adaptability.

From our experiments, when facing different environments, the bigger one can adapt quicker, while the smaller one dies very fast.

Once they lose their group, the smaller Mayflies almost lack the ability to survive in the wild."

Richard stroked his chin, "It sounds like the bigger one tends more towards individuality, while the smaller one tends more towards collectivism."

"Right, Master also has some research on biology," Sorin complimented.

Richard smiled, but unfortunately his expression was completely obscured by his armor, and Sorin could see nothing.

"It’s not much of a study."

Speaking, Richard glanced at the dissected images hanging on the wall and turned to Sorin, "Commander, I have an impertinent request.

For my sake, and for the safety of my teammates, I need all your research on Mayflies."

Richard finished speaking, already prepared to bleed a great deal financially.

If he wanted Mayfly specimens, Sorin would have certainly prepared a batch for him generously. But now Richard was asking for research results, which indeed seemed a bit like taking advantage of Sorin’s kindness.

Yet to Richard’s surprise, Sorin agreed immediately.

"No problem, I’ll organize it and give it to you shortly."

Richard was slightly stunned; Sorin’s response was somewhat unexpected.

Sorin sensed his puzzlement and sighed, "This is a battlefield of civilization’s war, where wizards are perished fortress by fortress.

Holding onto knowledge at this time can cost lives."

The impacts of civilization war on wizards are enormous.

In past Plane Wars, wizards always confidently believed they could conquer worlds. So, on the battlefield, they would still consider their future.

But it’s different in civilization wars.

In civilization wars, wizards don’t even know if they can win, and under such conditions, they prioritize the present.

Magic Potion side effects? Think about surviving first; spells harming the body? Survive first; other wizards using one’s research to achieve remarkable results without one’s benefit? Still, survive first.

All of this has to wait until they survive to see.

If they don’t survive, all is void.

Upon hearing this, Richard remained silent, and after following Sorin around the lab, he took the research materials and returned to his team.

At this moment, the squad had arrived at the fortress gate.

According to the research data from Fortress Nine, these subspecies of Mayflies are as numerous as subspecies within the Wizard World.

These subspecies of Mayflies all have special abilities, like the Sun Mayflies they had just seen. This kind of Mayfly’s ability is high-heat rays, which can heat the target to extremely high temperatures in a very short time.

However, according to the records at the fortress, although these subspecies of Mayflies have special abilities, their combat capacities are actually not as good as the Galaxy Mayflies.

Galaxy Mayflies’ control over energy is so impressive that even Plastic Energy Wizards marvel at it. If not for special tactics, ordinary Black Wizard squads encountering a swarm of Galaxy Mayflies are bound to die.

"Are Galaxy Mayflies really that strong?" Richard murmured to himself.

But thinking about it, it made sense. Initially, his companions were all top members of the Three Rings Wizards, with the legendary old wizard Delis as the main strength.

Even so, only he and Delis "survived" under the self-destruction of the Mayfly swarm.

Richard passed the materials to his squad for reading, while he himself studied the map.

According to the mission details, they needed to depart from Fortress Nine and then pass through Fortresses One-Ninety-Two and One-Ninety-Three to reach their final destination—Fortress One-Ninety-Four.

During this journey, they had no support. If a battle occurred, they had only themselves to rely on.

The only good news was that the distances between these fortresses were not very far and could be used as shelters and supply points.