A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1117: Chapter 1119: War of Civilizations (16)

Long silence, the aftermath of the Heaven-Destroying Planet-Annihilating Orbital Cannon gradually subsides, and among over a hundred wizards, the atmosphere is stiflingly oppressive.

Escape from death!

”We are so lucky, thanks to the great Stigmata Sorcerer of the Oblivion Tower! Thanks to the great Wizard’s Will!”

A female Demon Hunter novice sits on the ground with tears all over her face; heaven knows if she hadn’t happened to fly near Green on a mission and been encompassed within Green’s space cage at that moment, what her fate would be.

This First-Level Wizard covers her face with both hands and cries with joy, her gaze at Green filled with the deepest respect and gratitude.

Lulianmian desperately pushes air out of her lungs, as death nearly brushed her by. In the face of such irresistible magnificent power, a mere Third-Level Great Sorcerer is as insignificant as an ant, utterly meaningless before the orbital giant cannon.

Having obtained the qualification for a First-Level Honor Medal, yet dying on the battlefield, it’s truly unimaginable that her end would be so tragic.

War... end soon!

Elsewhere.

Huff, huff, huff, huff...

High-frequency heartbeats squeeze blood through every capillary, adrenaline floods the system, and standing on the metal floor, Green’s palms are covered with a fine layer of cold sweat.

Just a few breaths away!

Luck?

No, it wasn’t luck at all.

For these low-grade wizards, it might indeed seem like pure luck, but for Green, it was never about luck. It’s the insight from the Face of Truth and seven months of cautious persistence that bought him this momentary chance of survival.

Having narrowly escaped death, Green pays no heed to the low-grade wizards or to Xiao Ba and Leafy, and the three-colored light eyes beneath the Face of Truth quickly gaze into the distance, where Zone 258 and Zone 259 are respectively guarded by himself and the Three-Winds Gather Top Stigmata Sorcerer as the second line of defense.

With a stiff body, Green grips the extreme abyss magic staff tightly, revealing veins as an indication of his inner turmoil.

At this moment, Zone 258’s space fortress has been grazed and penetrated by that beam of magnificent light, the entire space fortress is shattered, fragments are flying and falling everywhere, and the thick metal shell is melted into liquid.

Millions of Demon-Hunting Sorcerers, Slave Legions, Mechanical Puppet Legions have been almost entirely evaporated under the proximity of the mighty beam, with scarcely one in a hundred surviving.

On the other side is Zone 259, guarded by the Three-Winds Gather Top Stigmata Sorcerer.

Compared to the space fortress Green is responsible for, this fortress is relatively better off, as the orbital cannon was farther away and the radiation effect had mostly dissipated by the time it reached the fortress.

Nevertheless, the entire space fortress still shows significant signs of melting, and wizards, slave monsters, mechanical puppet legions, and space airship legions responsible for guarding have fallen and evaporated in large numbers, a truly tragic sight.

Further away, a void fleet far larger than the previous dozen blockade defenses powers forward!

Taking a deep breath, Green quickly retrieves the crystal ball, slightly relieved as the Fifth-Level Stigmata Sorcerer of the Three-Winds Gather Top connects immediately, despite looking terribly disheveled.

”Damn, Oblivion Tower, are you... are you alright?”

The Three-Winds Gather Top is concerned about Green at the first opportunity, and rightly so; after all, the space fortress Green was responsible for has been completely destroyed, and with the orbital cannon’s power of the Metal Destroyer civilization, it’s unimaginable that anyone under the True Spirit of the Wizard World could remain unharmed.

”I’m fine, had some measures arranged beforehand and escaped.”

Green slowly shakes his head, then speaks solemnly, ”Looks like we won’t be able to hold the second line this time. Try to hold them off; if it becomes untenable, retreat to the third line and wait for reinforcements. I’m likely to have new arrangements here.”

”Understood.”

Closing the crystal ball, Green looks at the groups of Stigmata Sorcerers flying out from deep within the base, among them, besides the True Spirit Subordinate Sixth-Level Stigmata Great Sorcerer Heart of the Fortress, are two unknown Sixth-Level Great Sorcerers and over thirty Fourth and Fifth-Level Stigmata Sorcerers, powerful forces.

After briefly observing the situation within the base, Green looks at Xiao Ba on his shoulder.

That fellow Xiao Ba actually ran with Leafy directly to hide in the deepest part of the Moonlake Base!

The metal floor produces crisp ”嘎吧”, ”嘎吧” sounds under the trampling of many, somewhat chaotic, as the groups of urgently gathered wizards on missions glance at Green and others, but without pausing, they rush as fast as they can to the base deeply affected by the orbital cannon damage.

At the core of the base, the important operational part, the logistics base, there is protection from two layers of Holy Tower Level Sorcerer Shields.

With the power of the orbital starship, Moonlake Base can barely defend against the power of the orbital starship only by activating both sorcerer shields and damaging one shield.

The gap between orbital cannon firings is the busiest time for these repair wizards, who must ensure the damaged sorcerer shield is repaired before the next orbital cannon arrives; otherwise, if delayed, and the next orbital cannon destroys the base’s core, the significance of all frontline combat would cease to exist.

Behind the scenes, the base’s rear is also waging a fierce war, the shadows of Black Terminators.

These Black Terminators, hidden and concealed within chaotic battlefields exploiting defense loopholes during war, will do everything in their power to assassinate these repair wizards, disrupt construction progress, and delay until the next arrival of the orbital cannon.

If they can achieve victory through this, the Black Terminators will stop at nothing, regardless of the cost!

Between the first and second sorcerer shields, it’s extraordinarily chaotic, and Green even notices some twisted space-time fissures where unidentified creatures from the distant foreign domain of the radiation grand world drop in.

The collision between the orbital starship and the sorcerer shield energy creates a massive chaotic space-time distortion, and the fleeting and erratic space-time fissures suck in some weak creatures from distant worlds.

These little creatures, mostly at the Second and Third-Level, stare in shock at the vast base created by the wisdom of the wizards, and soon they face the swift eradication by the wizard legions, clearing obstacles and racing against time for the repair wizards.

”Oblivion Tower!?”

The Fortress Heart Stigmata Sorcerer pauses beside Green, puzzled.

”It’s space-time transmission sorcery, Zone 258’s space fortress has been completely destroyed, and I barely escaped back.”

Green speaks solemnly, then asks, ”Is there any task here I can help with?”

Being the True Spirit Subordinate Stigmata Sorcerer of Moonlake Base, the Fortress Heart cannot manage too many front-line matters. Hearing Green’s proactive inquiry, he hurriedly replies, ”Clear all foreign creatures within the base, find and eliminate the Black Terminator presence, protect the repair wizards, and ensure the repair of the sorcerer shield is completed within seven days!”

As he speaks, the Fortress Heart Stigmata Sorcerer waves his hand, assigning two Level-3 Curse Grand Sorcerers to Green.