I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 292 The Nest and the New Expedition

The results of a series of tests on the "Shuttle" made Jemin very satisfied.

This "living missile," which prioritizes extreme speed and one-time destruction, perfectly fills the gap in his air assault and rapid strike capabilities.

Next, as planned, he turned his attention to another area that urgently needed improvement—cannon fodder units for naval warfare.

However, compared to the relatively smooth development of air combat units, the design and implementation of naval cannon fodder was exceptionally bumpy.

Ultimately, it took Jemin a full fifty years to finally produce the final version.

At this moment, in the specially designed giant ecological culture tank in the laboratory, there lies a huge, slowly wriggling mass that almost occupies the entire room.

It is a deep, inky black color, and its texture looks like viscous crude oil.

It looks like some kind of giant slime, without a fixed shape, just undulating and flowing unconsciously.

Holding a high-precision biological detector in one hand and activating his all-purpose eye on the other, Jieming used both methods to perform a final scan of the behemoth.

The data stream on the screen was stable and powerful, and all the parameters detected by the All-in-One Eye met or even exceeded his expected design values.

He slowly put down the instrument, turned off the magic, let out a long sigh of relief, and showed a complex expression of relief and accomplishment on his face.

"Finally... it's done."

In fact, the initial concept of developing naval cannon fodder was not particularly difficult.

The problem is that after completing the shuttle mission in a conventional manner, Jemin's researcher's heart, which pursues perfection and the ultimate, kept "stirring" during the process.

Various ingenious ideas and functional additions emerged one after another, leading to repeated revisions of the design goals.

What was ultimately born was far beyond the category of "cannon fodder," evolving into the monster we see before us.

Strictly speaking, this thing can no longer be called a single cannon fodder unit.

It is not a traditional marine combat platform, but a comprehensive one that integrates survival, defense, attack, and production!
Its basic form is this seemingly clumsy black slime-like body.

Its fighting style is flexible and unpredictable; it can separate parts of its own body to mimic various forms of aquatic creatures to attack or harass.

When facing a powerful enemy, it can quickly reassemble its scattered body, causing its size to expand dramatically.

It transforms into a colossal object the size of a mountain, unleashing a powerful physical crushing or energy impact.

Aside from purely physical attacks, this thing's offensive and defensive methods are relatively direct, mainly relying on its internal energy core to fire energy cannons of various attributes and support a strong energy shield.

But the truly terrifying aspect of this creation, which Jemin has been constantly modifying, lies in two points.

Firstly, it boasts an extremely high efficiency in resource conversion and energy extraction.

The extreme scarcity of matter in the Void dimension has led to the evolution of life forms with exceptional survival abilities in this barren environment.

Jemin, on the other hand, combines the decomposition abilities of several representative organisms, allowing the "slime" in front of him to digest all organic matter it can come into contact with to the greatest extent.

Whether it's algae, fish, or even the corpses of enemy units... it can efficiently transform into a nutrient-rich biogel within its body for self-sustaining, growth, or as a reserve of "ammunition."

At the same time, it inherits the energy absorption system of the Black Giant, which can continuously draw heat energy from the surrounding environment and convert it into its own energy.

That deep black color is the outward manifestation of its efficient absorption of all spectral energy.

Secondly, and this is the design that Jemin is most proud of – the built-in biological incubation platform.

Inspired by the lava giant's hatching pool, this thing has been modified to have a miniature, highly efficient hatching chamber inside.

It can infuse the energy and biogel it collects into the incubation chamber, serving as a rapid frontline incubation nest for the "Shuttle"!

This means that on the naval battlefield, the "nest" itself is a mobile "living missile" production base.

It can continuously produce shuttles, whether for air support or underwater attacks.

Although the speed of the shuttle is greatly reduced underwater, its combat power should not be underestimated.

Even more ingeniously, this incubation platform can even temporarily act as an "emergency station" when necessary, providing emergency energy to the Black Giant's core recovered after its self-destruction, accelerating its body reconstruction!

Jemin actually had many more wild ideas in his mind, such as integrating reconnaissance units, adding spatial jump capabilities, and so on.

Unfortunately, limited by the volume of his internal space and the limitations of his own knowledge, he could only regretfully stop at the current "half-finished product".

“Let’s call this thing ‘The Nest’!” Jemin casually gave it a name.

He instructed the laboratory's automated dolls to begin supplying the nascent "nest" with large amounts of basic biomass and pure energy to help it complete its initial growth and stabilization.

After finishing all this, Jemin sat back in his familiar work chair, leaned back, and, for the first time in a long time, drifted into a daze, letting his thoughts wander. He clearly realized that, at this stage, the qualitative leap he could make in his own direct combat capabilities and the composition of his legion had essentially reached the limit given his current resources and knowledge.

With the Black Giant Legion, the Shuttle Air Force, and the "Nest" Navy, a three-in-one cannon fodder system integrating land, sea, and air has begun to take shape.

Magical artifacts, talismans, and various witchcraft techniques have also been updated.

The rest is simply a matter of accumulating quantity over time, as well as making some optimizations and refinements in the details.

This means that for at least the next fifty years, although he still has a vast amount of knowledge to learn, experiment with, and research, his overall combat effectiveness will not see any revolutionary leaps.

So he was a little lost for a moment, and subconsciously considered various tactical combinations, legion ratios, and minor adjustments to his own fighting style.

After an unknown amount of time, a deep sense of exhaustion washed over me.

Jemin offered no resistance, allowing himself to sink into a pure sleep that required no meditation or thought.

Rest is sometimes a part of spiritual practice.

When the dim "sun" of the Erosian plane rose as usual the next day, Jemin had already regained his usual calm and focus, and returned to his life of studying patterns.

Over the next fifty years, Jemin began to systematically and gradually relinquish his various positions at Noren 147 Academy.

He communicated with Dean Avery Knight, explaining that he was about to face a mandatory expedition and needed to prepare and hand over his duties in advance.

The dean expressed his understanding.

Soon, a wizard who had just rotated out from another plane's battlefield and also belonged to the Alchemy Logistics Department was assigned to take over Jemin's job.

The handover process was exceptionally simple—after all, the alchemy school still had no new apprentices.

Their main job is to routinely check and maintain the life-saving items and monitoring systems during the graduation trial held every five years, and occasionally to refine some low-level magical artifacts or potions for other students in the academy.

These administrative tasks were a piece of cake for another experienced alchemist.

Thus, while maintaining his own cultivation and research, Jemin easily completed the handover of his duties and peacefully spent the last fifty years before the forced expedition.

When the deadline finally arrived, Jemin used the interdimensional teleportation array to return to that familiar yet unfamiliar place—the gathering point of the Wizard Civilization Expeditionary Force.

This time, his luck seems to be good.

I had just finished registering when a large expeditionary force was gathering.

After registering, he flew straight to the designated assembly square.

However, when he saw the scene in the square, even with Jemin's composure, he couldn't help but gasp.

Looking around, the entire enormous square was now filled with countless wizards!

Wizard robes of various colors, bizarre magical ornaments, contracted magical pets of different sizes, and war constructs floating in mid-air... all formed an endless sea of ​​people and an ocean of energy glow.

Jemin scanned the area roughly with his mental power and was shocked—the number of wizards gathered here probably exceeded one million!

This number is truly astonishing!
Normally, a medium-sized interdimensional expedition would mobilize around 100,000 wizards.

Even when facing those tough challenges and powerful planes that require breakthroughs, the scale rarely exceeds two or three hundred thousand.

But seeing this scene of a million wizards gathered together... Jemin's heart sank.

This is no ordinary expedition. The Norren Workshop's ambitions this time must be enormous, and they will likely face an unimaginably difficult battle.

He silently found a relatively quiet corner and settled down, quietly pricking up his ears to try and gather information from the conversations of the wizards around him.

"...This is quite a large operation! I've been on five expeditions and I've never seen so many people!"

"We can only say that the target plane is probably very special, but so far, there is still no news."

"However, such a difficult enemy must be quite rich in both military merit and resources."

"...Before that, it's better to think about whether I can survive."

However, the wizards around him seemed to know very little about the specifics, just like him.

But the heavy yet somewhat fanatical atmosphere in the air clearly conveyed a consensus: the expedition that could mobilize such a massive military force from the wizarding civilization meant that what lay ahead was an unprecedentedly tough battle!

In order to increase their chances of survival in the coming brutal war, many temporary recruitment points for small groups have spontaneously formed in the square.

Many wizards loudly proclaimed their areas of expertise in witchcraft and their areas of weakness, seeking complementary partners and preparing to sign temporary combat contracts to form teams to jointly confront unknown dangers.

(End of this chapter)