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

Chapter 299 What a good luck
Far from the front-line artillery fire and energy turbulence, a fully armed and menacing ship silently floats in the depths of the void.

Inside its core control room, the scene was completely different from the fierce fighting outside; it was utterly quiet.

Only the data and battlefield images flowing on countless screens silently tell the story of the cruelty of war.

Two level seven wizards—Commander Merlister and Dixon, a wizard specializing in fate—are staring intently at the highlighted war zone imagery on the main screen.

Beside it, a slightly ethereal figure floated.

That was a projection of the seventh-level wizard Obolos, who was overseeing the battle from the outside, responsible for information isolation and preventing accidents.

They clearly saw how Jemin opened up the situation with [Great Light Phase] and the Black Giant, and they also saw the two level six wizards, Balsa, struggling to hold on inside the fortress passage.

At the most critical moment, four other level-six wizards arrived in time and stabilized the crumbling battle line.

The wizard Dixon was a middle-aged man who looked rather ordinary and even had a gentle smile on his lips.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, he clapped his hands lightly, his tone tinged with pleasure: "It seems we've had good luck."

Melist is a female wizard with a cool and aloof demeanor and eyes like stars.

Upon hearing Dixon's words, she and the projected Obolos simultaneously turned to look at him, then turned back expressionlessly without replying.

luck?

For a level seven Fate Wizard, "bad luck" would be strange!

The higher the wizard's rank, the more terrifying their talent and understanding of the laws.

Which of those who have reached the seventh level was not once hailed as an unparalleled genius?
However, even among these geniuses, those who can truly glimpse and master the knowledge of destiny are still extremely rare, one in a hundred.

Therefore, it is easy to imagine how difficult it is to master knowledge of fate, and correspondingly, the abilities of these fate wizards are so unpredictable that they are terrifying.

They may not be good at direct combat, but they always manage to turn "chance" into "inevitability" and "disadvantage" into "advantage" in various ways.

Meliste glanced at the entire star map and nodded thoughtfully: "It seems your luck really did come in handy. Fortunately, we encountered their returning fleet ahead of time and fought a skirmish. Otherwise, if we had followed the original plan, we would probably have been in a very passive position."

The reason for launching this annihilation campaign against the triangular plane cluster is that a wizard discovered during an attack on another plane that it had already been enslaved by an unknown civilization.

After scavenging the souls of the natives and integrating the information, the Star Ring Federation confirmed that the native creatures within that unknown civilization possessed the terrifying ability to absorb and integrate the advantages of other civilizations and achieve rapid evolution!
This highly promising and threatening civilization was considered a potential competitor to the wizard civilization. The high command of the Star Ring Federation believed that it must be nipped in the bud, hence this unprecedented annihilation operation.

However, the lack of intelligence still brought about changes.

According to the original plan devised by the three level-seven wizards, the landing operation should have been more brutal and direct—relying on the power of the "ship plane" itself to forcibly break through the dimensional barrier of the Giant Spirit Realm and achieve a rapid landing.

The phantom of Obolos nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "If we follow the original plan and rashly connect the ship's plane with the other plane, we will be the ones in trouble."

He himself looked like a serious scholar, and his voice, coming through the projection, had a metallic, cold quality.

"I never imagined that the technology of the Giant Spirit Realm had developed to this level, allowing its fleet to move freely in the chaotic void—in that case, the danger rating of these guys must be even higher." Dixon laughed cynically.

Obolos silently analyzed: "Once the ship plane is fixedly connected, the enemy can launch attacks from all directions endlessly using the resources of the entire plane. At that time, we will become the passive defender and get bogged down in a war of attrition."

“Now,” Obolos continued, “with the ship’s position remaining maneuverable and me overseeing the perimeter, there’s no need to worry about being surrounded by the enemy’s forces. Although a landing operation to establish a bridgehead like this is much more difficult and results in more casualties, it’s still fortunate compared to the predicament that the original plan might have led to.”

Therefore, the wizard Dixon's statement about "good luck" was not unfounded.

This is precisely why, no matter how difficult, wizard civilizations must always find a way to equip themselves with a Fate-type wizard when carrying out important missions.

These fate-related wizards are themselves a powerful strategic resource, a guarantee of good fortune and protection from misfortune.

Just then, the battle situation inside the Giant Spirit Realm changed again on the main screen.

After a difficult struggle against the laws and the output of energy, the six level-six wizards who had infiltrated finally completed their initial mission.

Four wizards joined forces to build a solid defensive line, resisting the growing number of enemies around them.

After some time, the number of Level 7 natives had increased to five!
With their coordinated efforts, the four wizards, who were unable to move quickly, found it increasingly difficult to hold out.

Meanwhile, the other two wizards exerted all their efforts to continuously tear and solidify the rift in the dimensional barrier that was constantly trying to heal.

Finally, the passage was forcibly expanded and stabilized to a level that allowed even more powerful beings to pass through freely!
Seeing this, Melist turned her cool gaze to Dixon: "Dixon, it's your turn to go on stage."

The three level-seven wizards had a clear division of labor: Meliste was stationed on the ship's plane, overseeing the overall situation and allocating resources.

Dixon, with his fate-related abilities, was responsible for providing central support, attacking strongholds, and holding the most crucial position.

Obolos remained on the periphery, ensuring that the wizarding civilization's technology and information were not stolen by the enemy, and preventing any desperate world lords from resorting to suicidal tactics. During the conversation, Obolos's projection suddenly and without warning raised a finger and lightly tapped a screen to the side displaying details of a certain edge of the battlefield.

In the scene, the corpse of a wizard who has just died in battle is being dragged back into the plane by several strangely shaped natives of the Giant Spirit Realm using energy chains, clearly for research or intelligence extraction.

With Obolos's distant gesture, the wizard's corpse, along with the natives dragging him, seemed to be erased from the world by an invisible eraser.

In an instant, it transforms into the finest particles, vanishing without a trace.

This is the information protection he is doing.

Although the relevant information had been provided in advance, not all wizards' self-destruction methods are effective.

Obolos was that insurance policy; he single-handedly monitored and calculated the data across the entire battlefield and eliminated any events that might leak information about the wizards.

This little incident did not affect the discussion among the three.

Dixon nodded, his gentle smile unchanged, but his eyes became as deep as an abyss.

He didn't say anything more, he simply took a step forward.

This step felt like crossing an endless space.

His figure vanished from the control room of the ship plane in an instant, and the next moment, he appeared outside the Giant Spirit Realm, in front of the huge and ferocious dimensional barrier crack that had been forcibly opened by the level six wizards.

Dixon did not rush in, but hovered outside the rift, his hands moving gracefully in the air.

Countless runes, shimmering with a strange luster and containing the laws of destiny and space, flowed from his fingertips.

These runes, as if possessing a life of their own, quickly embedded themselves into the edges of the cracks in the surface barrier.

The magic array hastily set up by the level six wizards was rapidly strengthened by these runes.

The channel, which was originally unstable and prone to vibrations and energy loss, became stable and solid at a visible speed under the influence of these runes, as if it had become a spatial gate that had been permanently solidified.

Within the plane, the six level-six wizards, who were under immense pressure, simultaneously sensed the complete stabilization of the passage and that familiar, powerful aura belonging to Dixon.

Their tense expressions relaxed involuntarily, and the pressure decreased sharply.

“Now that Lord Dixon has made his move, it seems the ‘fate’ of this place has been sealed.” Balsa couldn’t help but smile with excitement.

In this battle, he earned the most merits among all level six wizards.

Immediately, they all turned their heads and turned their gazes toward the densely packed enemy army with its overwhelming aura inside the Giant Spirit Realm.

Especially those terrifying beings that were as majestic as metal mountains and exuded a level seven pressure.

A chilling smile slowly appeared on the face of each Level 6 wizard.

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At the crack in the dimensional barrier, the situation has already reversed.

Those were the seventh-level beings from the Giant Spirit Realm who had previously been so aggressive, trying to crush the invaders.

With the combined efforts of six level-six wizards who were free to attack, they barely managed to make a ripple.

The wizards' methods are bizarre yet highly effective: suppression of laws, imprisonment of souls, spatial sealing...

Various abilities, unheard of by the natives, landed precisely, and in a short time, these top combatants of the Giant Spirit Realm were all subdued.

They couldn't even self-destruct or escape; they were imprisoned by a powerful sealing spell, like captured rare specimens, becoming the wizards' first high-end spoils of war, and were quickly teleported back to the rear.

This devastating crushing defeat clearly shocked the native inhabitants of the Giant Spirit Realm.

Their previously overwhelming offensive abruptly halted, and the massive fleet and mechanical legions began to retreat in an orderly fashion, shrinking their defensive lines and abandoning their plan to fight the wizards to the death at the breach in the fortress.

The wizards did not act rashly.

Their numbers are ultimately their weakness, and holding the passage is the wisest choice until the main force arrives.

The six level-six wizards, along with the newly arrived Dixon wizard, firmly occupied the airspace around the rift, like a rock, waiting for the torrent.

(End of this chapter)