On the wizard “Ship” plane, the camp’s alarm rang like a death knell, echoing through the cold void.
Jie Ming, Viola, and over two hundred other logistics wizards floated silently in the plane’s sky.
Their figures seemed insignificant before the vast rift tearing through the heavens.
As soon as the alarm sounded, they were summoned back to the “Ship” plane by the commanders.
This was the wizard expeditionary force’s final fallback, their safest stronghold.
Above, through the massive spatial rift torn in the sky, the war raging on the Flamefrost Plane was clearly visible, laid bare before every wizard’s eyes.
At this moment, the battle situation was undeniably dire for the expeditionary force.
An army of billions, composed of molten giants and snow beasts, leveraged their numbers and home-field advantage to relentlessly press the wizards’ battle lines.
The three strategic volcanoes, empowered by the planet’s magma veins, periodically erupted with red light, turning half the battlefield into a thousand-degree inferno.
The intense heat amplified the molten giants’ strength, transforming them into pure liquid magma, nearly immune to physical attacks and most elemental witchcraft.Meanwhile, the surviving snow beasts seized the opportunity to launch assaults with ice-based witchcraft from the other flank, coordinating with the molten giants to fragment the wizards’ cannon fodder regiments.
Unlike the molten giants and snow beasts, who could continuously muster reinforcements from the entire plane with near-infinite reserves, the wizards’ expeditionary force had limited resources.
Their biochemical beasts and golem cannon fodder required air transport, cultivation, and alchemical production. Once depleted, they couldn’t be quickly replenished, relying instead on distant plane workshops for slow resupply.
This was time-consuming and insufficient to quench immediate needs.
By now, the second wave of the war on the Flamefrost Plane had raged for over three days, with millions of corpses piling up on the battlefield.
The wizards’ cannon fodder legions had visibly dwindled by more than half under the relentless tide of attacks.
Despite the absence of elite enemy units, the sheer numerical pressure and strategic disadvantage had already led to casualties among the combat wizards.
The wizards’ battle lines were buckling under the flood of molten giants and snow beasts, and the energy shields outside the camp wailed under continuous bombardment.
Some areas flickered with unstable rune lights, teetering on the brink of collapse, as if they could be breached at any moment.
Yet, the wizards in the rear, witnessing this perilous situation, showed little change in their expressions.
Jie Ming glanced at Viola’s cool, composed profile and the calm faces of the other logistics wizards in the distance, understanding dawning in his heart.
For these wizards, accustomed to plane wars, the current disadvantage and casualties were within the calculations of the high commanders.
This was merely the prelude to the plane war, with a greater storm brewing.
Jie Ming instinctively looked behind him. There, on the barren black scorched earth of the “Ship” plane, a massive cannon barrel now protruded abruptly from the once-flat ground.
“Truly… extravagant. Can that even be called a cannon barrel?” Jie Ming mused inwardly, marveling at its astonishing caliber.
The structure, exceeding a kilometer in diameter, defied all his prior understanding of “cannon barrels.”
At this moment, the terrifying barrel was steadily amassing energy.
Peering into its depths, clusters of eerie, colorful light orbs were rapidly converging at the barrel’s center.
This was a spectacle born from compressing vast elemental energy to its extreme, each increment accompanied by faint hums and spatial distortions, as if the void itself grew uneasy before this power.
The energy was so immense that Jie Ming could clearly sense its star-shattering might.
With the wizards’ destructive power, a single shot of pure offensive witchcraft could likely shatter the Flamefrost Plane into fragments!
But that would destroy the plane itself, which was not the goal of the wizard workshop’s invasion.
Thus, the witchcraft loaded in this barrel was not a purely offensive spell but a targeted destructive one.
Though the two types of witchcraft seemed similar, both bearing the word “destructive,” they were fundamentally different.
Offensive witchcraft was raw physical or elemental destruction, aimed at obliterating all visible matter and energy.
Targeted destructive witchcraft, however, was precise annihilation, not indiscriminate but designed to deconstruct and erase specific targets.
The witchcraft loaded in the barrel was meticulously crafted to target the molten giants for deep-level destruction!
This was the latest achievement of Master Elwin from Noren Workshop, developed tirelessly over the past ten days.
While both studied molten giants, Jie Ming’s research focused on identifying their weaknesses and devising restrictive techniques.
Master Elwin’s approach was more profound, targeting the fundamental elemental structure of the molten giants for precise destruction.
In simple terms, it was a targeted attack that disassembled the molten giants’ foundational particle structure.
It could penetrate the microscopic layers of their living rock and magma plasma, breaking down their molecular bonds and annihilating them at their essence.
According to Jie Ming’s intelligence, besides Master Elwin’s targeted destructive spell for molten giants, another fifth-level wizard in the expedition had developed a similar spell for snow beasts.
However, due to the molten giant Karamos’s schemes, the snow beasts had suffered heavy losses, so their spell wasn’t needed for now.
Boom…
Soon, the warped light orbs in the barrel reached their peak, transforming into a terrifying beam of vibrant, multicolored energy!
The beam tore through the void with a deafening roar, crossing the spatial rift and hurtling toward the Flamefrost Plane’s battlefield.
As it left the barrel, the beam rapidly expanded, stretching to tens of kilometers as it passed through the rift!
Its radiance instantly enveloped half the battlefield, bathing all creatures in an eerie, pure halo.
A deathly silence fell…
The battlefield’s clamor froze under the sudden assault.
Then, an astonishing scene unfolded!
Within the grand, colorful beam, neither the wizards’ cannon fodder legions, the snow beasts of the Frostshadow Realm, nor even fragile plants or sturdy rocks were harmed.
They stood unscathed, neither melted nor frozen, as if the light were merely vivid natural illumination.
But the molten giants, previously dominating in their liquid state and sweeping all before them, underwent a dramatic change.
The moment they touched the beam, their bodies trembled violently, emitting pained, despairing wails filled with indescribable fear!
Their molten forms collapsed like sandcastles, their flowing magma blood boiling and disintegrating, vanishing entirely within the beam.
They weren’t shattered or burned but disintegrated at the material level into the finest particles, reduced to nothingness!
The near-ten million molten giants vanished from the battlefield in mere seconds!
This sudden, precise strike shocked all the native combatants on the Flamefrost Plane, who had never witnessed such a bizarre and efficient method of annihilation.
But the wizards didn’t pause!
“All combat wizards, full advance! Cannon fodder units, press forward! Annihilate the remnants!” Augustine’s command rang clearly through the magic network to every combat wizard as the beam’s aftershock lingered.
The combat wizards, long prepared, moved like predatory falcons. Seizing the chaos of the molten giants’ evaporation and the snow beasts’ stunned hesitation, they directed their cannon fodder legions into a full-scale assault.
The wizards’ cannon fodder roared thunderously, mercilessly trampling the scorched earth left by the molten giants, targeting the snow beast legions still reeling from shock.
Witchcraft rained down like a deluge, with steel golems and flesh monstrosities charging recklessly.
The wizards’ assault, like an unstoppable flood, swept away the remaining molten giants and snow beast forces in one fell swoop!
Soon, the native armies collapsed entirely.
The once-mighty legions lost all fighting spirit.
Be it the remnants of the molten giants or the snow beast hordes, they abandoned everything and fled in panic toward their origins.
Their formations dissolved, leaving only disorganized, desperate flight.
Outside the battlefield, the typically ferocious monster kings—Karamos and Agron—didn’t blame their routed forces.
They were stunned by the terrifying destructive power of that single beam.
It wasn’t fire or frost, yet it erased millions of molten giants in an instant!
This transcended their understanding of their plane’s natural laws, an incomprehensible force.
Their gazes were heavy with caution, no longer daring to act rashly.
On the “Ship” plane, Viola watched through the sky’s rift as millions of molten giants vanished and the snow beast legions crumbled under the wizards’ iron heels. A faint smile curved her lips.
She turned to Jie Ming, whose eyes also sparkled with awe, and said softly:
“Now, the war enters its second phase.”