Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 477 - 22 War Situation

With the Expedition Nest entering the Galaxy World, the war finally ended its probing phase and began its real combat.

Like a sandstorm, the Mayfly Army swept across the land like waves; the previous clusters of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of mayflies had completely vanished.

What remained was an ocean known as the Galaxy Mayfly.

Boom!

A huge crimson storm temporarily blocked the mayflies behind. As Richard flew in the center of the army, his body suddenly staggered.

Fortunately, Delis and Ulysses caught him in time.

Richard felt his lips wet with liquid, and when he touched them, he found fresh blood mixed with brain fluid constantly flowing from his nostrils.

"Don’t use Legion Magic anymore," Delis said in a low voice, "If you keep it up, your brain will break down before your soul does."

Ulysses didn’t say much, but a layer of majestic Holy Light shone upon him; soon after, a Healing Technique from the Divine Arts descended upon Richard.

"What he said is correct; you’d better not use it anymore." Ulysses spoke, "Your spiritual power is already overdrawn, and now you are completely relying on Magic Potions.

If you keep this up, your soul will suffer irreversible damage."

Spiritual power is not something that can be overdrawn lightly. All Magic Potions capable of overdrawing spiritual power essentially burn life.

They satisfy a wizard’s craving for spiritual power by overdrawing the stability of the soul. With every use, the wizard’s lifespan is shortened.

However, theoretically speaking, the long lifespan of ten thousand years is enough for wizards to squander.

Richard wiped the blood from beside his mouth, his expression tired yet somewhat helpless.

"I also don’t want to overdraw my spiritual power, but if we don’t use Legion Magic, can we get past so many mayflies?"

The Expedition Nest continued to release the Mayfly Army, which were more powerful than the Galaxy Mayflies Richard had encountered over the past year.

Even if the Mayfly Generals were killed, these mayflies could still temporarily maintain about fifty percent of the Mayfly Army’s combat strength.

While a fifty percent reduction might not seem like much, it’s enough for the Galaxy Mayflies to buy time. On a battlefield where the Galaxy Mayflies have an absolute numerical advantage, any delay means death.

Delis and Ulysses both fell silent.

Delis wanted to say that they should abandon these White Wizards. But with their strength alone, if they abandoned the army and got entangled with the mayflies, that would surely be a dead end.

Under such circumstances, the choice had become a gamble.

And Ulysses was considering whether to take a chance.

After all, the Galaxy World is a small world with a not-so-small barrier. If he entered, he may not necessarily encounter the Great Wizard and the King of Mayfly.

Their current situation was dire, and if Richard continued using Legion Magic like this, he might lose the ability to become a Great Wizard.

This was something Ulysses could not accept.

But as they were caught in their dilemma, a severe Element disturbance suddenly came from a distance.

"There’s a wizard!"

Delis abruptly looked towards the source of the Element disturbance. Mayflies are sublime in their use of Energy, but when it comes to Elements, they only scratch the surface.

Such a violent disturbance could only mean that a wizard was making a move.

Richard also noticed the Element disturbance and immediately redirected the army towards the source.

Before long, they came upon a White Wizard Army ten thousand strong.

At that moment, this White Wizard Army was entangled with a Mayfly Army a million strong.

"Wow, we’re saved," Richard cheered.

This White Wizard Army had several Three Rings White Wizards; it seemed like a combination of several armies that had withdrawn.

His army of five thousand White Wizards could just fit in for these White Wizards to demonstrate their skills.

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Upon seeing a White Wizard Army of five thousand troops, the army of ten thousand was equally surprised and hurriedly cast Spells to help Richard and his companions joining them.

The two armies met, and Richard immediately issued the order to join.

Let the White Wizards handle the White Wizard Army.

Due to the addition of Richard’s fresh forces, the wizard’s power instantly overwhelmed the Galaxy Mayflies. The Mayfly Generals immediately commanded the Mayfly Army to retreat towards the east.

The commander of the White Wizard Army now had the opportunity to communicate with Richard and others.

"I am Kaf; from which Fortress have you withdrawn?"

As Kaf introduced himself, he subtly sized up Richard. He noticed that the actual commander of this White Wizard Army was this Black Wizard.

"I’m Richard; we’re from Fortresses 394 and 495. Which Fortress are you from, Master?"

Upon hearing Richard’s response, Kaf’s expression changed slightly.

"394, 495? You’ve gone a bit off path. We’re from Fortresses 374 and 464."

"374!?"

Richard was slightly startled, his heart flashing with a terrifying conjecture.

"Master, we haven’t taken the wrong path—the mistake lies with you!"

Throughout the journey, Richard had been following Ulysses’ lead. Although they had to detour a bit to avoid the Mayfly Army, the overall direction was certainly unchanged.

Compared to the White Wizard named Kaf, Richard would rather trust Ulysses’ guidance.

"Kaf, what Master Richard says is correct," another Three Rings Wizard in the troop spoke up, "Though we’ve detoured, our pace and distance travelled mean we should have arrived by now."

After finishing, he introduced himself to Richard, "I am Avert, Master Richard, I have long admired you."

Richard nodded slightly, and then turned to Kaf with a serious expression.

"Master, your perception has been interfered with."

"It’s not just him."

Another Three Rings White Wizard approached the group and spoke softly,

"Our perceptions have been disrupted as well, or we would have corrected the course earlier."

After speaking, he too introduced himself to Richard, "I am Stark, and if the rumors are to be believed, Master, you are both young and talented beyond measure."

Kaf’s face soured; he was finally becoming aware of the situation. He had been commanding the troop all this time and had overlooked such an important detail.

"This is not the Master’s fault," Richard spoke up, "These Galaxy Mayflies are masters of illusion and spiritual power. At such a tense moment, it’s normal for perception to be disrupted."

Kaf suddenly looked at Richard, "Master Richard, you haven’t been affected?"

Richard nodded slightly, pointing at Ulysses perched on his shoulder.

"My friend can see through illusions and is highly resistant to psychic disturbances. With it leading the way, we’ve avoided many troubles on our path."

Hearing this, Kaf took in a deep breath and then gave a slight bow to Richard.

"Then for the journey ahead, we will depend entirely on you."

Without the correct path, even with an army of a hundred thousand, they would merely be prey for the Galaxy Mayflies.

Richard nodded, but a sense of foreboding flickered in his heart.

What were these Galaxy Mayflies planning with psychic disturbances of this intensity?

...

Inside the Expedition Nest, a vast number of Galaxy Mayflies formed a complex array. Energy, with the Mayflies as nodes, altered in nature or direction of flow.

In the center of the massive array formed by the Mayfly configurations was a bizarre wingless creature, bloated like a lump of flesh with crystals embedded all over, emitting fine but prolonged waves of mental vibration.

And like this array, there were two others within the Expedition Nest, although those were relatively smaller. The entities they contained were not this sort of odd creature.

"These Wizards, as far as we can tell, have found no solution to the Mayfly Mysterious Realm,"

a Mayfly general commented while looking at the bloated crystal creature, conversing with a comrade beside it.

"If the three Kings are successful, all these Wizards will perish here. If our intelligence is correct, this time we can certainly cause the Wizards substantial losses."

The Mayfly general’s caudal filaments flicked animatedly, signaling the Mayflies’ emotional agitation.

The entry into the Expedition Nest signified that the war had officially escalated. Mayfly intelligence operations were naturally underway simultaneously.

Through psychic invasion and Soul Search, they had acquired a great deal of foundational intelligence on the Wizard Civilization.

This intelligence was mixed; to them, the Wizard Civilization appeared a severely malformed civilization.

The diversity of the Wizard Civilization’s power system astonished the Galaxy Mayflies. Various Bloodline modifications and transformations of life forms left them wondering how the Wizard Civilization had not yet splintered.

Within their own kind, even subspecies born on different worlds fought incessantly over racial issues.

In theory, if the Wizard Civilization could maintain such stability, along with the supreme combat prowess of the five Star Realm Masters, their forces ought to be formidable.

Yet, the Wizards’ secrecy around knowledge severely limited the development of their civilization, leading to a significant shortage of true members.

According to the Mayflies’ thinking, Wizards should administer all of humanity uniformly. All age-appropriate children should be trained as Wizards, with the successful ones becoming members of the civilization, and the rest serving as subordinate worker insects, contributing to the Wizard Civilization’s growth.

Knowledge discovered by the Wizards should be shared among all Schools, or at the very least, among all Academies.

But the Wizards did not do this.

To the Galaxy Mayflies, such rigorous secrecy was utterly unnecessary.

The differences in life forms and innate talents made it impossible for the Mayflies to comprehend the current situation of the Wizard Civilization.

However, this did not interfere with their plans to target the Wizards’ vulnerabilities.

They had roughly estimated that there were currently seven million Wizards in the Galaxy World. Devouring them all would deal a heavy blow to the Wizard Civilization in terms of both strength and morale.

But its colleague was not as optimistic.

"Deu, regarding the intelligence on those Wizards, you haven’t read through it all, have you?"

The comrade turned to look at the walls of the Expedition Nest, its gaze seeming to penetrate the darkness and envision the Wizards on the ground.

"Wizards are a contradictory race; they claim rationality for themselves but act with extreme madness in their endeavors. These Wizards could not possibly be unaware of their disadvantages. They must have prepared something in secret, just like us."