Wizard: Become stronger by drawing cards from the potions variety show

Chapter 820

This result immediately attracted widespread attention.

Humans are quite confident in their weapons development.

Thanks to the assistance of AI and the endless inspiration of humankind, they believe that the development of weapons is of paramount importance, at least to have the ability to fight back in the face of danger. Therefore, most projects revolve around offense.

However, under the watchful eyes of millions, the torrent of deep purple energy carrying hope was easily stopped by the other party.

On the foredeck of the alien behemoth, several spider-arm-like metal limbs slowly extended, gleaming with a cold luster. The tips of these limbs lit up one after another, extending inward to form a dazzling band of light.

That destructive deep purple light was actually drawn and deflected by this band of light, and forcibly thrown into the depths of space.

Wherever it flows, whether it's a dense asteroid belt or unmanned aerial vehicles deployed in advance by humans, everything is instantly twisted and stretched, eventually turning into cosmic dust.

These metallic segments did not stop; they continued to extend forward, intertwining left and right, rapidly weaving into a vast net of light that firmly enveloped the deadly black void inside Neptune.

Layer upon layer of beams of light wrapped around it, gradually compressing it into a blazing ball of light, which was eventually drawn back into the cabin by a powerful force field.

Dell's expression was stern, but his voice remained calm: "Don't panic, this is just the beginning, we have a backup plan."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the outer shells of Jupiter, Saturn, and Uranus—the three gas giants on the outer edge of the solar system—began to disintegrate simultaneously!
Inside, the same ominous black core was clearly revealed.

The host immediately exclaimed in surprise, "We actually have three more of these 'weapons'? Why didn't we use them before?"

“Because the risks are extremely high,” Dale explained quickly. “We cannot be certain what impact simultaneously triggering three ‘gravitational tides’ would have on the solar system, especially Earth. Even the most optimistic estimate would be to completely alter the current structure of the solar system, posing a severe challenge to our living environment.”

"Then let's..."

"This is a do-or-die situation. If we succeed, we might still have a chance to heal our wounds; if we fail, we won't need to consider the consequences anymore."

Just as these three black voids began to frantically devour matter and rapidly generate destructive energy, three precise and bright beams of light once again burst forth from the bow of the alien spaceship. The beams struck directly at the core of the three black holes.

In an instant, space was torn open by a huge rift, and the three black holes were swallowed up by the forcibly opened wormhole and disappeared without a trace!
The host turned pale: "Do we... have any backup plans?"

“Yes.” A resolute glint flashed in Dale’s eyes. “As I said before, we have also mastered the basics of wormhole technology. Now, it’s time to reveal our last card.”

Deep within the top-secret underground bases of major powers across the globe, long-prepared mega-devices were simultaneously activated.

These devices, hundreds of meters tall and shaped like some kind of bloated ancient circular ruin, have countless thick metal tentacles hanging from their tops. At this moment, they are greedily drawing in the immense energy gathered from the global energy network.

Dazzling energy surged wildly between the tentacles and the base, converging into a sea of ​​scorching, blinding light.

This "ocean" began to collapse rapidly inward, eventually stabilizing to form a smooth, mirror-like, and deep, stable spatial membrane—this is the stable wormhole portal!

The endless array of combat mechs, which had been lined up and waiting in the base, immediately transformed into a steel torrent and charged into these space tunnels without hesitation.

At the same time, seven enormous portals of light suddenly opened up above the vast, suffocating deck of the alien starship without warning.

The next second, a torrent of steel surged out from it!

……

Noah and Ava stood side by side, gazing up at the majestic portal before them, and took a deep breath.

Despite having imagined it countless times, the tension still surged like a cold tide the moment I actually stepped onto the battlefield.

They were piloting specially designed giant mechs that stood 120 meters tall, with the teleportation portal in front of them at the same height. Looking down, the technicians responsible for security and operation below appeared as insignificant as ants.

They were at the very back of the attacking formation.

Ahead, countless neatly arranged combat mechs were silently and efficiently entering the light gate.

The advance team has confirmed that the other side of the portal is the deck of an alien starship!
When the confirmation signal arrived, all the remaining mech engines roared simultaneously, pouring in like a tidal wave of steel bursting its banks.

Noah and Ava exchanged a glance, then, without further hesitation, steered their mechs into the portal.

Inside their mechs, there are eight other elite pilots, each responsible for a different module.

Everyone is highly synchronized with Noah and Ava through neural links, and Noah and Ava are united as one through a deeper "symbiotic link," as if a single will is controlling this behemoth.

This mech, which combines the most cutting-edge technology with the strongest will, is the ultimate weapon of Earth's civilization, undertaking the most critical and dangerous mission.

The AI's voice came through the mech's communication channel. This time, the voice was no longer gentle, but filled with a metallic clang and sharpness:

"Heroes, I wish you all the best."

"All sacrifices and efforts have paved the way for this moment. You are only allowed to succeed, failure is not an option."

"clear."

Noah responded in a deep voice, and the thrusters on the back of the mecha roared to life, transforming into a streak of light as he rushed into the portal.

The scene behind the door was instantly filled with chaos and war.

The aliens clearly hadn't anticipated that the humans could bypass their barriers and open a portal directly into their "living room," initiating a brutal boarding action. This was precisely Earth's core strategy: rather than letting the war rage on Earth, it was better to take the initiative and set up the battlefield on enemy territory!
The aliens on the starship deck mainly fall into two categories:
A species with severely degenerated limbs, leaving only a slender torso, but with an unusually large head that takes up almost half of its body. They are rare, with only two known to date.

They appear to be the "commanders" who control the entire starship, not only controlling the ship's weapons but also conjuring up translucent energy walls or shockwaves out of thin air.

This attack can penetrate the mech's outer shell to some extent, directly harming the pilots inside, and has already caused considerable casualties.

Fortunately, the powerful regenerative abilities provided by the "Undying Cicada" technique allowed the wounded to quickly return to the battlefield. However, this attack also placed a tremendous burden on them, making it unsuitable for frequent use. These aliens clearly held a higher status, often commanding another type of their kind.

The other is exactly the opposite: the brain is extremely small, but the body is unusually tall and strong, and the disproportionate head is like a walnut kernel, deeply shrunken inside the thick, hard shell of the chest cavity.

They are more like pure "combat consumables," with different parts of their bodies directly integrated with various weapon systems, and their ammunition and energy seem to come from their special skeletal structure and acidic blood.

But as the battle continues, they expend enormous amounts of energy. When their ammunition runs out, their entire bodies shrink rapidly, compressing inward into a hard, black cube, losing all life, and then explode violently.

The clash between steel and flesh suddenly intensified on this alien warship.

When Noah and Ava arrived at the battlefield, the human alliance was in a precarious situation.

Despite catching the enemy off guard, despite the portals continuously supplying reinforcements, and despite each mech being piloted by one of humanity's top geniuses and armed to the teeth, unleashing its full combat power upon its debut, it was still difficult to bridge the despairing technological gap.

Aside from causing sporadic casualties in life-or-death situations, most of the time, human mechs simply struggle to survive under the strain of those "small-headed" combat weapons and various automatic weapons, eventually dying from exhaustion.

Worse still, as the battle continues, the enemy is rapidly adapting to human attack patterns.

Their understanding of mech structures is deepening, and their attacks on pilots are becoming increasingly precise and effective. The threat posed by humans is rapidly diminishing.

At this critical moment, Noah piloted the specially made mech and boldly charged into the center of the battlefield.

The midship deck of the starship has been turned into a steel graveyard, with mech wreckage mixed with blood of different colors.

And even more vibrant within the wreckage is the sea of ​​imagery, layered and piled together like a palette.

Amidst this chaos, Noah and Ava's merged will activated all their "thought units" without reservation.

All humanity, whether residing in the rear of Earth or fighting to the death on this alien battlefield, is part of this vast network of thought.

Their cognition and the "imagery" they condense are all under the overall coordination of the thinking unit.

At this moment, everyone's "imagery" was precisely extracted, and like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, it frantically merged into the "All-Encompassing Resonator" mech piloted by Noah.

This unique mech began to undergo a dramatic transformation: its torso contracted inward, its limbs broke, differentiated, and recombined... In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a towering, strange building shaped like a signal tower.

Noah's illusory face slowly rose from the top of the tower and hovered in the air. This was the ultimate manifestation of his own image after the deep fusion of his Myriad Faces Weaver and the "Myriad Resonator".

The translucent face at the top of the tower suddenly opened its eyes the instant Noah and Ava closed their eyes in reality—the left and right eyes shone with completely different expressions.

It suddenly opened its mouth.

A silent yet powerful ripple of thought spread outwards from the tower!
Wherever the ripples reached, rich imagery emerged, each one like a spring, as if ink had been dripped into clear water. Countless shadowy black substances appeared out of thin air, flowing and scattering in all directions.

They resemble flowing water or wisps of smoke; though they share the same color, they present ever-changing textures.

Any alien that comes into contact with this black substance, regardless of its form, seems to have its core of thought grasped by an invisible hand, and its consciousness forcibly dragged into a much larger and more vast ocean of collective consciousness.

Those "small-headed" combat soldiers, the moment they were pulled in, had their consciousness completely washed away and assimilated. They became the foundation, the flowing water, the energy... becoming the nourishment and components of this ocean of consciousness, losing all traces of their own selves.

The consciousness of the "big-headed" commanders was temporarily preserved under some special protection, like a few lone boats barely floating on the turbulent sea, not instantly swallowed by the giant waves. However, this also allowed Noah and Ava to see their number: there were four in total.

These four commanders with their large heads were being severely weakened by each surge of consciousness. As time went on, their demise was only a matter of time.

In their remaining conscious communication, the four alien commanders are rapidly exchanging information:
"This place is extremely dangerous! We must evacuate immediately!"

"There's no time to apply for authorization, use 'that' weapon immediately!"

"No! All weapon systems are locked by unknown rules! Forcing activation will only cause the systems to self-destruct!"

"Then let's use space jump! Leave this airspace immediately!"

"The wormhole parameters are heavily encrypted! We need time to crack them..."

"We're out of time! Let those 'worker ants' die! Use their biological brains as a computing bridge to force our way through! Sacrifices are acceptable as long as we can escape! If we can't escape, it doesn't matter whether we recover or not!"

"...This is a completely new civilization system! Although it's still very immature, this power that can directly distort the underlying rules...is of paramount importance! As long as we can bring this intelligence back, the losses of the entire expeditionary fleet will be negligible, and...we might even receive a reward!"

Just as they were urgently discussing countermeasures, a strange voice, clearly mocking, abruptly interrupted their encrypted communication channel:
"I never imagined that such a large interstellar expeditionary force would have only four little ones as its true commanders?"

The alien commanders were startled and immediately realized that the owner of the voice was the source of this mental storm and their greatest enemy at this moment.

One of the commanders, feigning composure, responded with his consciousness: "I am Ariffin Rifkin Zedisri, the Supreme Commander of this expeditionary force. We have no ill intentions toward your civilization, but seeing how cramped your living space is, we have come to assist in building a wider and better home."

"Hmm?" Noah's consciousness chuckled softly. "Your name is too long, I can't remember it. I'll just call you 'Ari'. If I understand correctly, when you say 'assist,' the prerequisite is that we become a vassal race, right?"

Ari's fluctuation of consciousness was perfectly natural: "Naturally. Unconditional aid does not conform to the universal laws of interstellar travel. Investing in and building up dependent races is our standard procedure."

“Very good.” Noah’s smile widened. “From now on, we’ll have this ‘habit’ too. But before that, we need to take over the entire fleet. Where is your central database? Lead the way.”

“Okay, I’ll do it now…” Ah Ri’s consciousness suddenly froze, followed by a wave of terror, “What did you do to me?!”

Noah's voice carried a hint of regret: "Have you forgotten? Here, you are all just my consciousness."

Before he finished speaking, a milky white, viscous liquid began to seep out from Ari's illusory face.

(End of this chapter)