Wizard: Starting with Dealing with Magical Plants

Chapter 343 The Observer's Attack

Three days flew by in a flurry of experiments and simulations.

Luo Lin's eyes were bloodshot, but he was in a strange state of excitement.

The table was piled high with parchment covered with data and rune sketches.

In a specially made small crystal dish next to it, a miniature array, outlined by pure spiritual power and containing flowing silver starlight and complex geometric runes, was slowly rotating, emitting a stable and calming fluctuation.

The prototype of the "Starlight Settlement Array" is complete!

Next comes the most dangerous step: grafting and activating this array of mental energy onto the marked interface deep in the wrist!

Once you start, there's no going back.

If successful, it will create a passive interference and filtering layer around the mark; if it fails, it may trigger a violent backlash from the mark, or even directly alert the existence on the other side.

Rowling walked into the meditation room and sat down cross-legged.

Adjust your state to its optimal level.

Take a bottle of the potent mental stabilizing potion given to him by Master Evelyn.

Then, carefully, he used his mental power to lift the suspended array of starlight sediment and slowly moved it to the marked position on his left hand.

With his mental energy highly concentrated, the power of [Quiet Dust Star] was pushed to its limit.

The array begins to make contact with the invisible "interface" under the skin.

hum! ! !

A powerful repulsive force came from here!

The marked interface seems to have its own "immune system," instinctively resisting foreign attachments!

As expected, Luo Lin remained calm and composed, controlling the array to maximize the "sedimentation" properties of the [Quiet Dust Star], like the gentlest quicksand, gradually permeating and soothing the restless energy of order at the interface.

This process is extremely slow; every second feels like an eternity.

Sweat kept seeping out, only to be evaporated by the starlight on the skin.

My mental energy is being rapidly depleted.

But arrays are gradually merging with the tag interface.

As the last glimmer of silver starlight seeped beneath the skin, mingling with that cold, connected sensation—

It worked!

Luo Lin could clearly feel that the mark on his wrist had not disappeared, and the sense of connection still existed.

But on that connecting surface, there is an extremely thin, yet exceptionally tough and stable silver filter.

Any information transmitted through the connection, whether it is a scan pulse or a possible instruction, will first be filtered and buffered by this filter.

The sedimentation power of [Quiet Dust Star] will weaken, slow down, and may even change some of its structure, disrupting the order within it.

At the same time, this filter also acts like camouflage, blurring to some extent the energy characteristics that Rolin himself emits through the markings.

The effectiveness still needs to be verified.

But at least, the first step was a success!

Luo Lin let out a long breath, almost exhausted, but his heart was filled with unprecedented excitement.

With this layer of defense, at least when faced with the next scan or possible command, I have more reaction time and buffer.

Moreover, by constructing this array, he gained a deeper understanding of the [Silent Dust Star] and the energy of the Observer Protocol.

After resting for half an hour, I felt somewhat recovered.

Without pausing, Luo Lin immediately began to deduce the first approach, simulating error state feedback.

This requires a more precise understanding of the structure of those underlying protocol fluctuations that are leaked at the tag interface.

He retrieved all the previously recorded data, combined it with a higher-level protocol sample obtained from the maintainer's wreckage, and began attempting to construct several specific error codes.

This is a more complex and meticulous task.

Just as Rowling was engrossed in his work, hurried footsteps sounded outside the laboratory, followed by Rick's slightly tense voice: "Assistant Rowling! Master Evelyn has sent an urgent message!"

"The parliamentary monitoring array has detected strong, anomalous spatial fluctuations originating from the north!"

"Suspected precursor to a large-scale space jump!"

"All high-ranking combat personnel, assemble immediately at the central command center!"

Rick's voice was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

The rune lines that Rolin was drawing in his hand suddenly stopped, and the tip of his pen left a scorch mark on the parchment.

A precursor to a large-scale space jump?!

"Where did we come from? What is our destination?"

Luo Lin suddenly stood up and opened the laboratory door.

Outside the door, Rick and Evan looked serious, their eyes filled with obvious tension.

"The source of the fluctuation is deep within the permafrost wasteland, but the jump landing point—the monitoring array can only provide a vague indication, covering a vast area, including Wooden Tower City and the surrounding area for hundreds of kilometers!" Rek spoke rapidly. "Master Evelyn orders all Special Grade Research Assistants and above to immediately proceed to the Central Command Center to participate in analysis and defense deployment!"

"You need to go there immediately!"

They're here—they've really come!

Instead of opting for deep scanning, the other party prepared to dispatch immediately!

Moreover, it's not a small-scale infiltration, but a "large-scale spatial jump"!

What does this mean?

This means there might be more than one purger, or even—an entire army?!

His heart was pounding, but Rowling forced himself to calm down.

The more critical the situation, the less room there is for chaos.

"Walk!"

Without any hesitation, and without even having time to tidy up the documents on the table, he rushed out of the building with Rick and Evan.

It was already dusk outside, but the atmosphere in Muta City was as explosive as boiling water!

The piercing sound of magical alarms rang out throughout the city, and emergency mobilization orders were broadcast through loudspeaker arrays throughout the streets and alleys.

On the street, squads of fully armed soldiers and wizards were running quickly to their respective battle posts.

Civilians were evacuated to designated underground shelters.

The defensive array on the city wall shone brightly, illuminating the entire city as if it were daytime.

The air was tense, filled with a suffocating sense of impending battle.

Rick and Evan protected Rollin as they weaved through the chaotic crowd, quickly moving towards the central area of ​​the council.

Along the way, we saw Baal's imposing figure leading a squad of heavily armored warriors charging towards the city wall;

Oleg and Lina's figures flashed across the rooftop;

In the distance, Master Evelyn, dressed in her signature dark gray hunting attire with silver trim, was also in the crowd, engaging in a rapid conversation with several high-ranking wizards.

The central command hall is located deep beneath the main tower of the council; it is a huge circular hall filled with magical projections and communication arrays.

At this moment, the hall was packed with people, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Wizards in colorful robes, generals in standard armor, and elite special forces members like Captain Quinn all gathered here.

A massive magical projection occupied the center of the hall, displaying a map of the permafrost wasteland. A huge, ever-expanding dark red spot of light was slowly moving and distorting on the map, representing the terrifying source of spatial fluctuations.

Master Maurice, the Amethyst Guardian, stood before the control panel, scepter in hand, his face ashen, roaring at the several wizards responsible for monitoring: "More precision! I need to know exactly where they'll jump out! Precise to the kilometer! No, precise to the hundred meter!"

"Master, the energy interference is too strong, and the fluctuation range is still spreading, making it impossible to pinpoint the exact location—" A monitoring wizard's forehead was sweating, and his voice trembled.

"Useless trash!" Master Maurice roared, turning to see Rowling enter. His gaze swept over Rowling with a sharp, piercing intensity. "Rowling's assistant! Come here!"

Luo Lin quickly stepped forward.

"Is there any reaction to the mark on your body?" Master Morris asked directly, his voice still clear in the noisy hall.

All eyes instantly focused on Luo Lin. Doubt, expectation, scrutiny, unease—a mix of emotions swirled within him.

Luo Lin quickly sensed his wrist.

The marker was silent, but the newly constructed [Starlight Sediment Filter] was slightly warm, seemingly passively filtering something.

The connection was still cold, but it seemed—more "active" than usual?

"The marker has not been actively changed."

"But my newly constructed defense array has a slight passive response, possibly filtering some kind of probing scan from a distance."

Rowling answered truthfully, without concealing the existence of the filter.

"Defense array?" Master Sophia's voice came from the side. She had arrived at some point, holding a thick book. "You successfully disrupted the connection?"

"Initial success. We can only passively weaken and delay the information transmitted through the connection; we cannot sever it." Rowling succinctly summarized.

"Can you sense the other party's location or intentions from the opposite direction?" Master Evelyn squeezed in and asked in a deep voice.

"Not for now. The filter's main function is defense and interference; its sensing capabilities are limited." Roland shook his head, looking at the central projection screen.

The huge dark red spot of light on the shadow, "but this fluctuation—it feels—to be of the same origin as the energy signature on the other end of the mark, but on a much larger scale."

His words made the atmosphere in the hall even more somber.

The shared origin and large-scale space jumps almost confirm that it is the power of the Observer civilization!

"Have you made contact with the Eternal Tower and the Emerald Forest?"

An old man dressed in general's armor roared.

"We've made contact! Their support troops are gathering and teleporting, but it will take at least three hours to reach the outskirts of Wooden Tower City!" a communications officer reported loudly.

Three hours — who knows when the other party will suddenly appear?