Deep in the void, far from the frontline’s gunfire and chaotic energy currents, the heavily armed planar ship hung silently.
Its core control room stood in stark contrast to the brutal slaughter outside, enveloped in serene quiet.
Only the countless data streams and battlefield images on glowing screens silently narrated the war’s cruelty.
Two Tier-7 wizards—Commander Melist and the fate-aligned Wizard Dixon—stared intently at the main screen’s highlighted warzone footage.
Nearby, a faintly illusory figure hovered.
It was the projection of Oboros, the Tier-7 wizard overseeing external operations, tasked with information containment and preventing unforeseen incidents.
They clearly witnessed how Jie Ming’s Great Radiance Formation and Black Giants breached the line, and how Balsa and another Tier-6 wizard struggled to hold the barrier passage.
At the critical moment, four more Tier-6 wizards arrived just in time, stabilizing the faltering front.
Wizard Dixon, a seemingly ordinary middle-aged man with a gentle smile often gracing his lips, clapped lightly, his tone tinged with pleasure. “It seems our luck is holding.”
Melist, a female wizard with a cool demeanor and starry eyes, glanced at Dixon alongside Oboros’s projection, then turned back expressionlessly without responding.Luck?
For a Tier-7 fate-aligned wizard, “bad luck” would be the anomaly!
The higher a wizard’s rank, the more terrifying their talent and mastery of laws.
Among those who reached Tier-7, who hadn’t once been hailed as a peerless genius?
Yet, even among these prodigies, those who could glimpse and master fate-aligned knowledge were exceedingly rare, one in a hundred.
The difficulty of mastering fate was evident, and correspondingly, the abilities of fate-aligned wizards were eerily formidable.
They might not excel in direct combat, but they could turn “chance” into “certainty,” transforming “disadvantage” into “advantage.”
Melist’s gaze swept the global star map, nodding thoughtfully. “Your luck did play a role. Fortunately, we encountered their returning fleet early and fought an unexpected battle. Otherwise, following the original plan would have put us in a very passive position.”
The annihilation campaign against the Triangular Planar Cluster began when a wizard, attacking a plane, discovered it had been enslaved by an unknown civilization.
Through soul-scouring and information integration, the Star Ring Federation confirmed that this civilization’s natives possessed a terrifying ability to absorb and fuse other civilizations’ strengths, achieving rapid self-evolution!
Such a highly potential and threatening civilization was seen as a rival to the wizard civilization, prompting the Star Ring Federation’s leadership to order its eradication in its infancy, leading to this unprecedented annihilation campaign.
However, gaps in intelligence still brought variables.
Per the original plan of the three Tier-7 wizards, the landing battle was meant to be more direct—using the planar ship’s immense power to smash through the Giant Spirit Realm’s barrier for a swift landing.
Oboros’s projection nodded slightly, his voice deep. “Had we followed the original plan and rashly linked the planar ship to their plane, we’d be the ones in trouble.”
He resembled a stern scholar, his voice carrying a metallic edge through the projection.
“I never expected the Giant Spirit Realm’s technology to have reached this level, allowing their fleets to move freely in the chaotic void—this raises their threat level even higher,” Dixon said with a playful grin.
Oboros analyzed silently. “Once the planar ship was locked in a fixed connection, they could leverage their plane’s resources to attack endlessly from all directions. We’d be forced into passive defense, bogged down in a war of attrition.”
“Now,” Oboros continued, “the planar ship remains mobile, with me stationed on the perimeter, so we needn’t fear encirclement. Though establishing a beachhead like this is far more arduous with greater losses, it’s fortunate compared to the potential quagmire of the original plan.”
Thus, Dixon’s “good luck” wasn’t mere rhetoric.
This was precisely why, in major wizard civilization missions, no matter how difficult, a fate-aligned wizard was essential.
These wizards were a supreme strategic resource, ensuring favorable outcomes.
At that moment, the main screen showed another shift in the Giant Spirit Realm’s internal battle.
The six infiltrating Tier-6 wizards, after intense law confrontations and energy output, completed their initial task.
Four of them united to form a solid defensive line, holding back the growing number of enemies.
Over time, the number of Tier-7 natives had risen to five!
Their coordinated efforts made it increasingly difficult for the four immobile wizards to hold.
Meanwhile, the other two wizards focused on tearing and stabilizing the rift, countering its attempts to heal.
Finally, the passage was expanded and stabilized to a point allowing stronger entities to pass freely!
Seeing this, Melist’s cool gaze turned to Dixon. “Dixon, it’s your turn.”
The three Tier-7 wizards had clear roles: Melist commanded the planar ship, overseeing operations and resource allocation.
Dixon, with his fate-aligned abilities, handled critical breakthroughs and coordination.
Oboros roamed the perimeter, ensuring the wizard civilization’s technology and information remained secure, guarding against desperate last-ditch moves by the plane’s master.
During their discussion, Oboros’s projection suddenly pointed at a side screen showing a peripheral battlefield.
The footage depicted a fallen wizard’s corpse being dragged by energy chains by odd-looking Giant Spirit Realm natives, likely for research or intelligence extraction.
With Oboros’s distant point, the corpse and natives vanished as if erased by an invisible eraser, dissolving into the finest particles without a trace.
This was his information containment.
Though wizards were briefed on self-destruction protocols, not all were effective.
Oboros was the safeguard, constantly monitoring and erasing potential leaks across the battlefield.
This minor incident didn’t disrupt their discussion.
Dixon nodded, his gentle smile unchanged, though his eyes deepened like an abyss.
Without further words, he took a single step forward.
That step seemed to cross infinite space.
His figure vanished from the planar ship’s control room, reappearing outside the Giant Spirit Realm, before the massive, jagged rift held open by the Tier-6 wizards.
Dixon didn’t rush in, hovering outside the rift, his hands gracefully tracing the void.
Countless runes, shimmering with fate and spatial laws, flowed from his fingertips.
Like living entities, these runes swiftly embedded into the rift’s edges.
The hastily constructed arrays of the Tier-6 wizards were reinforced, the unstable, energy-leaking passage visibly stabilizing into a permanent spatial gate.
Inside the plane, the six Tier-6 wizards, under immense pressure, sensed the passage’s full stabilization and Dixon’s familiar, overwhelming aura.
Their tense expressions eased, pressure lifting.
“With Lord Dixon’s intervention, it seems the ‘fate’ here is sealed,” Balsa said, a thrilled smile breaking across his face.
In this battle, he’d earned the most merits among the Tier-6 wizards.
They turned in unison, gazing at the dense, aura-surging enemy forces within the Giant Spirit Realm.
Especially the towering, Tier-7 presences like metallic mountains.
A cold, sinister smile crept across each Tier-6 wizard’s face.
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At the planar barrier’s rift, the situation had reversed.
The once-aggressive Tier-7 Giant Spirit Realm natives, intent on crushing the invaders, barely made a ripple under the combined assault of the six freed Tier-6 wizards.
The wizards’ methods were eerie and efficient—law suppression, soul binding, spatial lockdown…
Abilities unheard of to the natives struck precisely, and within moments, the Giant Spirit Realm’s top forces were subdued.
Unable to self-destruct or flee, they were sealed by powerful techniques, becoming the wizards’ first batch of high-value trophies, swiftly sent to the rear.
This overwhelming dominance deeply shocked the region’s natives.
Their ferocious assault halted, massive fleets and mechanical legions retreating in order, contracting their defenses, abandoning plans to contest the rift.
The wizards didn’t press forward recklessly.
Their numbers were their weakness; until the main army arrived, holding the passage was the wisest choice.
The six Tier-6 wizards, joined by Dixon, firmly held the rift’s surrounding airspace, steadfast as stone, awaiting the flood.