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

Chapter 810 Smugglers

Inside the transport ship, alarms blared incessantly.

The entire bridge was illuminated by a blinding red light, its brightness fluctuating. Screens of light constantly updated the shield damage rate, the ship's integrity, and the distribution of enemy firepower.

Each time the main gun hit, the entire transport ship would shake violently, as if it were about to be completely torn apart at any moment.

In the center of the bridge, a dozen enormous creatures surrounded the main control platform.

Their shape is very similar to that of giant snails that walk upright.

Its back was covered by a grayish-white spiral shell, and its soft yet robust body supported its entire torso. Several long tentacles extended from its head, each with a flexible eye at its tip, which was now staring intently at the battlefield.

The expressions on everyone's faces were filled with anxiety.

On the light screen, the last layer of shield on the transport ship was as thin as a cicada's wing.

The two level-six experts responsible for escorting the enemy kept attacking, but they were still suppressed by the three level-six creatures on the other side.

The three light assault ships, like hunting hyenas, constantly circled the transport ship, cutting through its shield energy.

If things continue like this—the transport ship will be completely unable to resist after holding out for at most another ten minutes or so.

Finally, a young giant snail could no longer resist and turned to look at the center of the bridge.

"Captain!" His voice trembled slightly, "Reinforcements—when will the reinforcements arrive?"

Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned towards that direction.

In front of the central control console, a large snail, its body clearly much older, stood silently.

His carapace was covered with cracks left by the years, and his eye stalks were thicker than others, constantly scanning the tactical light screens.

Hearing the snail's question, he slowly shook his head: "The distress call—it was sent out a long time ago."

The bridge fell silent.

"However, there has been no response so far, and we suspect that their communications have been intercepted."

He raised one of his eye stalks and looked at the auxiliary ship in the distance that had been hovering on the periphery without participating in the attack.

"Moreover, they have already activated the spatial anchoring device, and the entire surrounding space has been locked down. We—don't even have a chance to launch a final spatial jump and fight to the death."

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire bridge seemed to lose its last trace of warmth.

One by one, the large snails slowly drooped down, their eyes gradually dimming, and despair spread like a tide.

Just then, a young, large snail suddenly raised its head: "Not necessarily!"

Everyone instinctively looked at him.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"If they were truly confident, why haven't they launched a full-scale attack? With their strength, they could easily launch a direct assault, but instead, they've maintained this state of encirclement without attacking."

"This means they must have some concerns! Otherwise, they wouldn't have dragged it out until now!"

These words immediately brightened the eyes of many people again.

"yes----"

"What are they waiting for?"

"Could there really be some turning point?"

Soon, several more large snails hurriedly surrounded the captain.

"captain!"

"Are there any other options?"

The old captain remained silent for a long time, and finally, he simply shook his head slowly: "No."

The bridge fell silent once again.

No one noticed that, in the instant everyone lowered their heads, the captain's innermost eye closed slightly for a moment.

A struggle flickered deep within those murky eyes, as if they were hesitating about something.

Just then, the entire battlefield suddenly fell silent.

To be precise, all the attacks stopped at the same time.

The sudden turn of events caused all the snails inside the transport ship to raise their eyes in shock and surprise, vying to look at the light screen, trying to understand what had happened.

Outside the transport ship, a dark golden figure slowly flew in from the depths of the void.

He simply stood there quietly, and a layer of dark golden solidified law domain spread out like a tide.

Upon contact with the solidified law domain, everything—whether it was the energy torrent fired from the transport ship's main cannon, the beams fired simultaneously from the three assault ships, or the law-based attacks generated by the collision between level six powerhouses—came to a standstill!

All the attacks seemed to hit an invisible wall and then vanished silently.

The entire battlefield was completely silent.

Inside the bridge of the transport ship.

A young snail stared blankly at the figure until it recognized the familiar dark gold patterned robe. Then, it uttered a distorted cry: "The End—The Apostle of the End!!!"

After he broke the silence inside the warship, the entire bridge erupted in chaos.

"The Last Apostle!!"

"They are the apostles of the end times!"

"Oh my god!!"

"Are we going to die?!"

At the same time, an even more terrified scream erupted from the other three assault ships.

Those creatures, which looked like giant lumps of cow's stomach and whose surfaces were constantly wriggling, were so frightened that they all curled up.

"They are the apostles of the end times!"

"Disarm immediately!"

"Immediately! Do not show aggression!"

"Shut down the main gun! Do not lock on!"

"Anyone who dares to aim at me will be killed first!"

Within seconds, all the weapon systems on the three assault ships were locked.

The cannons slowly drooped, the shield power was reduced on its own, and even the fleet formation retreated hundreds of kilometers to show that it had no hostile intentions.

In contrast.

Although the transport ship ceased its attack, its main guns remained charged.

The two Level 6 guards slowly retreated to the front of the transport ship, their expressions wary.

Jemin glanced at the transport ship, his eyes flickered slightly, but he said nothing.

A moment later, a huge projection rose above the pirate fleet, and the image of an old man with a cow's belly appeared in the void.

His voice was hoarse and trembling, but he spoke in perfect, standard wizarding language: "Your Excellency the Apostle of the End, we have no intention of being your enemy."

"This operation is solely for financial gain."

"If you wish to save this transport ship, we are willing to withdraw immediately."

He paused noticeably at this point, then gritted his teeth as if making a decision: "However—there is something on the ship that we hope Your Excellency will allow us to take with us. That thing originally belonged to us."

Jemin raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"

The old man from the Niudu tribe remained silent for a few breaths before slowly uttering four words: "Reflection Prism".

A strange light flashed in Jemin's eyes.

Reflecting prism?

He had never heard of it.

But just from the name, you know it's definitely related to the dimension of reflection.

And involving the dimension of reflection —

Even within the entire wizarding civilization, it belongs to the highest level of regulatory domain.

Any research must go through layers of approval.

Because no one knows whether an experiment might directly open a new dimensional rift.

So here's the question.

How did a small trading guild, whose records aren't even in the Norren Workshop's database, manage to get hold of something like this?

Jemin looked at the pirate fleet: "Where's the prism?"

The elder from the Niudu tribe immediately replied, "According to the intelligence we've gathered, it should be in the second cargo hold of the transport ship."

"Sir, we will only take the reflecting prism; we will not take a single item of other goods. We are willing to pay sufficient resources as compensation and damages—"

Upon hearing this, Jemin slowly turned to look at the transport ship again: "Do you have anything to say?"

After a moment of silence, an aged voice finally came from inside the transport ship; it was the old captain: "Your Excellency—I don't know anything about a reflection prism."

"We are transporting only legal goods, and all goods have complete shipping documents. This shipment was loaded onto the ship at Star Harbour three months ago. Although the owner is anonymous, the paperwork is complete, and it has passed all inspections by another apostle of the end times."

"If there were indeed contraband items hidden in the cargo hold—we had no idea."

"Unaware?" The old man with the cow's stomach sneered.

"The dimensional radiation from the Reflection Prism can only be shielded by three layers of phantom alloy. And your second cargo hold happens to be made up of three layers of phantom alloy partitions."

"If this is what you call being unaware—then I'll kill myself right here and now!"

After these words were spoken, the transport ship fell completely silent.

Inside the bridge, a series of large snails slowly turned their heads, their gazes falling unanimously on the old captain, their expressions gradually becoming complex.

The old captain opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

In the void.

Jemin also fell silent.

However, the reason for his silence was that he suddenly realized that he seemed to have been meddling in other people's business this time.

He initially thought this was a trap set for him, but after hearing what he'd heard—things didn't seem so complicated after all.

This incident seems more like a conflict of interest among a group of smugglers; it doesn't seem like it's directed at me at all.

In that case—Jermin quickly made a decision in his mind.

The prism had nothing to do with him.

Smuggling has nothing to do with him.

This area belongs to the Conflict Starfield, not the jurisdiction of the Star Ring Federation.

Regardless of who is right or wrong, it is not within his scope of responsibility.

He was just passing through, and continuing on his way was the most sensible choice.

Thinking of this, Jemin nodded slowly, just about to speak.

However—at that moment, a sudden change occurred!

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