Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

The clearing operation in sector G-7 has entered its fifth day smoothly.

Ian sat cross-legged in the control room of the Tower of Eternity, monitoring the progress of mining on the three planets while digesting the insights gained from conquering three worlds in a row.

On the Zerg plains, the Zerg queens frantically devoured massive amounts of Zerg remains and the core of the hive, and Kerrigan's level 6 hive became increasingly stable.

The three newly unlocked special Zerg units have also begun small-scale hatching tests.

Everything is progressing steadily according to plan.

However, a stirring from the depths of one's soul swept through the G-7 sector without warning.

No! It swept across the entire Zerg world, and swept across the boundless void.

This time, it wasn't the grief-stricken fluctuation that occurred when the level 7 Mother Nest fell.

Rather, it is a far grander, more tyrannical command from the deepest part of the void, imbued with an absolute will to rule!

Buzz!

The terrifying will of the hive, like a giant net covering all dimensions, slowly pressed down from the distant depths of space.

The void is wailing!

All the wizards, regardless of their rank, felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had been swept by a cold gaze.

The surviving or scattered Zerg units, no matter where they were or how chaotic things had been before, all froze at this moment, their compound eyes rekindling with a unified, fanatical, and destructive light.

Then, an even more terrifying scene unfolded.

In the far reaches of the world's communities, space is being arbitrarily manipulated, beginning to distort and tear on a massive scale.

One after another, enormous spatial rifts spanning the galaxy were forcibly opened, their scale far exceeding the dimensional passages previously opened by the wizard legion!

Then, an endless swarm of insects surged forth.

No, "gushing out" is not enough to describe it; it's a torrent, a dam bursting!

The first thing that comes into view is the immense, suffocating pressure of psionic energy.

One, two, ten, fifty... countless dark purple planets were seemingly "squeezed" out from the other side of the rift by an invisible giant hand!

Inside Ian's wizard tower, the runes probing the magic array pulsed wildly, their parameters climbing exponentially.

The projection screen was covered in static. The tower was broadcasting real-time data at the highest frequency, but it still couldn't keep up with the rate at which the light spots multiplied.

First it was hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands...

Each point of light is a "bug ball" formed by the aggregation of tens of millions of Zerg.

What truly made the pupils of every Sun Throne shrink were the enormous shadows within the insect sphere.

Level 6 mother nest.

A total of one hundred and fifty seats.

Each one is a true void behemoth, comparable in size to an asteroid, with psionic patterns engraved on its outer armor, the result of millions of years of evolution.

They are not simply biological units, but rather "nodes" of the Hive's will in the material world, killing machines condensed from countless years of evolution by the Void Zerg.

Wherever the Level 6 Mother Nest passed, the free energy in the void was drained, the starlight was swallowed, and only nothingness remained.

One hundred and fifty level-six mother hives simultaneously released psionic resonance, forming a rule-based oppressive field covering the entire world community.

Zerg units below level four become frenzied and bloodthirsty during this resonance, doubling their aggression and reaction speed.

On the wizarding civilization's side, souls below level three began to show obvious signs of stagnation.

The flow of mental energy was obstructed, the speed of spellcasting decreased, and some people even began to experience brief periods of mental blankness.

In sector G-7, on the temporary void command platform erected by the Silvermoon Legion, Azshara's will projection solidified.

She stared intently at the ever-expanding purplish-black area on the detection array, her breath catching in her throat for a moment.

That's the blind spot that appears when the psionic density exceeds the detection limit.

The surrounding void of the entire G-7 sector was almost completely covered by this blind spot, and further away, G-9, H-3... had the same scene.

"One hundred and fifty level-six mother nests..." Elf Queen Serafina lost her usual cool and composed demeanor.

The wrinkles on High Priest Karendil's aged face seemed to deepen in an instant.

"Has Bervis gone mad?" A voice from a Moonlit Wizard came through the public channel, trembling with barely suppressed emotion.

"She's moved all the Mother Nests from every world biome? This is... this is total war!"

Azshara did not answer; her will had already entered the encrypted communication channel of the Throne of the Sun.

The channel was noisier than ever before.

"G-9 sector report! Fifteen level 6 Mother Nests are rapidly approaching our position! Requesting support! (Repeated request for support!)"

"H-3 sector! Ten targets! My detection array can no longer cover all targets..."

"This is the central cluster. We have at least twenty level 6 Mother Nests directly in front of us! Throne of Braum is leading the charge, but the numerical disparity is too great!"

"Forge Legion Report—Moonlight Wizard Fat has fallen! The core of the Wizard Tower was simultaneously struck by three level-six Mother Nests; the Soul Particle... was unable to escape!"

A brief silence followed.

Fate was one of the most senior Moon Wizards under the War King Bronze, a powerful figure who had participated in three Void Expeditions and fought his way out of piles of corpses.

Even a powerful Moonlit Wizard like him couldn't escape his soul essence.

The Lord of War's roar exploded in the channel.

"All of you, hold on tight! The True Spirits are locked in a standoff with the Zerg Overlords in a higher dimension. The only ones who can stop these bastards right now are us!"

"Anyone who dares to back down even a step, I'll personally crush their soul!"

But even Brûlé's roar could not mask a cold, hard truth.

One hundred and fifty level-six mother nests have exceeded the current capacity of the Wizard Alliance.

An emergency response meeting of the Supreme Wizards Alliance was forcibly convened amidst the commotion.

The projection of the will of the great scholar Orion was the first to stabilize; his voice was not loud, but it drowned out all the noise.

"Calm down. The level 7 mother hive did not participate. The True Spirits have successfully restrained them, which means that we are not facing the full force of the Zerg."

"But 150 level 6 mother hives are enough to swallow us all up!" someone retorted.

"So we need reinforcements," Oriond said calmly.

"The Alliance has begun mobilizing the second and third waves of reserve legions. The War Forge, the Protoss Council, the Dragon Rest Temple... all available forces are being assembled."

However, there are two fatal problems. First, reinforcements will take time, at least three days.

Secondly, the wizarding world cannot be completely empty; it must retain sufficient military strength to guard against the covetousness of the Abyss and other civilizations.

The wizarding civilization could not possibly bring all the suns over.

"Three days?" A hoarse voice rang out; it was the golden ancient dragon Orensor.

"Three days later, our bones had been digested into dust by the Zerg."

"But no matter how difficult it is, we must hold on for three days."

Speaker of the Starry Sky Council, Umbrolos, spoke, his star-like eyes remaining completely calm.

"Use the existing forces to shrink the defensive line, abandon secondary nodes, and build a multi-layered defense circle with the super energy crystal vein as the core. Everyone should hold their ground and wait for reinforcements."

The phrase "hold fast to the spot" weighed heavily on the hearts of every member of the Shining Sun Throne.

This means they will be backed by the mineral vein and surrounded by layers of insect swarms.

It meant no retreat, no guerrilla warfare, only the option to hold out, which meant... horrific casualties.

But no one objected, because there was no other choice.

One hundred and fifty level-six mother nests transformed into insect spheres were scattered throughout the void.

Like 150 giant hands from the abyss, reaching out to every legion and every node of the Wizard Alliance.

They didn't advance very quickly; the massive size of the level 6 mother hive meant they couldn't move around as nimbly as the lower-level Zerg.

But this is a more terrifying form of psychological oppression, slow yet unstoppable.

On the communication channel of the Sun Throne, urgent calls rose and fell, growing increasingly frequent.

"Resource gathering point B-5-22 has fallen! Defender Huiyue has perished!"

"H-2 sector, nine seats!"

"G-4 sector approaching the enemy! Seven level 6 mother spawns!"

"G-7 sector... seven seats!"

……

Urgent calls, casualty reports, news of the collapse of the defense line... came one after another.

The previously unstoppable offensive momentum was instantly reversed by the sudden and overwhelming Zerg reinforcements.

The situation on the entire battlefield took a sharp turn for the worse.

Each level 6 mother hive is surrounded by billions of fighting Zerg.

The hydralisk's acid drew a ghastly green arc in the void, the Shadowwing's bone spikes poured down like a torrential rain, and the Raptor charged into the Wizard Tower's protective force field with its flesh and blood, exploding into bursts of flesh and blood fireworks.

Deeper still, over a thousand level-five mother hives, like deputy leaders in a wolf pack, command their respective sub-networks and coordinate the rhythm of wave after wave of insect swarm attacks.

Such a battle is an agonizing ordeal of despair.

This is the most terrifying characteristic of the Void Zerg: overwhelming everything with unimaginable numbers.

Silvermoon Legion Defense Zone, G-7 sector.

Azshara returned to the Legion's internal channel, his will sweeping over every Moonlit Wizard.

"In the G-7 defense zone, we will face seven level 6 Mother Nests, with engagement expected in four hours."

"Pass on my orders!" Her voice was resolute, echoing throughout the entire Silvermoon Legion channel.

"All deployed combat units, abandon your current occupied territories and immediately retreat to the core area of ​​G-7, constructing a three-dimensional defense perimeter centered on the mineral vein nodes!"

Her will manifested as a clear tactical star map, projected into the minds of every commander.

"In the first layer, all Moonlit Wizards will be stationed at key Void nodes, relying on their respective Wizard Towers or War Fortresses, to delay the Zerg vanguard and buy time to construct the main defensive line!"

"The second layer, within the orbit of the planetary mineral vein and its adjacent airspace, will be the 'Emerald Dream - Barrier of Life' joint magic array, which I will personally deploy. All combat units at the Morning Star level and below will enter the array to provide auxiliary defense, relying on the abundant energy of the super-energy crystal mineral vein for sustained defense!"

"The third layer, namely the mining area on the surface and underground core of the mineral vein planet, is overseen by the Radiant Moon Wizard. It serves as the last line of defense and command center, responsible for ensuring uninterrupted mineral mining. This is the strategic foundation for our defense and even counterattack here!"

The command was clear and ruthless, filled with the resolute determination of a warrior cutting off his own arm.

Abandon most of the newly acquired territory, concentrate all forces to defend the most valuable super-energy crystal vein node, and wait for further support from the alliance.

This is the only rational choice at present.

"But sir, the other legions are requesting reinforcements..." one of the Radiant Moon warriors couldn't help but ask.

Azshara paused for a moment, then said, "Welcome to the fantastical continent of fantasy novels! The entrance is here:"

"Alliance headquarters has received a distress signal, and reinforcements are on their way. However, we need time. Holding G-7 is also buying time for reinforcements to assemble! Execute orders!"

"Yes, sir!" All the arriving Moonlit Wizards responded in unison, with no further objections.

In a life-or-death situation, any hesitation is fatal.

As for those wizards who went too far away and couldn't return in time, no one cared about them anymore.

Karendil nodded silently, and silver light surged from his staff, weaving a semi-transparent silver film in the void.

Every wizard enveloped in the light felt the pressure on their soul lessen.

Serafina's emerald light shone simultaneously, and a small phantom of the World Tree rose from the ground in the center of the defensive circle.

Thousands of branches and leaves unfurled, infusing the life force into each warrior's body. Fatigue was dispelled, minor injuries healed, and the recovery of mental energy was significantly accelerated.

But that's not enough, far from enough.

Eight hours later, the vanguard of the insect swarm reached the outer defensive ring of the Silvermoon Legion.

The first to flood into the detection range were hundreds of millions of low-level Zerg.

Their individual strength is only level one to three, but their sheer numbers are the most terrifying weapon.

The Morning Star Wizard's domain of rules can crush them in swathes, but the death of each Zergling takes away a sliver of the domain's power.

Hundreds of millions of Zerg soldiers charged forward, their flesh and blood worn down the steel blades.

The brilliance of the realm of rules dimmed at a visible speed.

Then, the first level 6 mother nest appeared.

It emerged slowly from the depths of the insect swarm, like a purple star falling from a nightmare.

On the surface of a sphere with a diameter of over 10,000 kilometers, the carapace and fleshy tissue intertwine to form a nauseating pattern.

Tens of thousands of psionic tentacles extend from the surface of the sphere, each tentacle ending in a level 4 insect hive.

It's like a mothership, and the smaller Tier 5 motherships beside it are its escort fleet.

The Morning Stars on the first layer of defense retreated one after another; they were no longer able to stop them.

The psionic resonance wave from the level 6 Mother Nest struck the second layer of the defensive array first, causing Azshara's World Tree to tremble violently.

Countless level-four insect hives were reduced to ashes, and even several level-five mother hives were directly shattered.

But the World Tree was also suffering, with at least a hundred branches breaking off simultaneously. Its emerald green sap splashed in the void and was then evaporated into mist by psionic resonance.

She groaned, and more roots pierced through the void, filling the gaps in the broken area, but everyone could see it.

Her true form was damaged by just one resonance.

And this is only the first one.

The second and third level-six mother nests approached simultaneously from two other directions.

The three level-six mother hives are arranged in a triangular shape, sandwiching the Silvermoon Legion's defensive perimeter in the middle.

A superposition effect of psionic resonance was formed between them, and the three resonance waves converged and surged within the defensive circle.

The resulting disruption of the rules caused the light membrane of the great array to distort violently, and the phantom of Serafina's Tree of Life began to blur, with the edges of its branches turning a withered, scorched yellow.

Azshara gritted her teeth and shouted, "Psionic powers are forbidden here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the void trembled violently, but quickly returned to normal. The psionic resonance of the three mother nests canceled out the alteration of the rules.

The World Tree expanded once more, its thousands of roots transforming into emerald spears that simultaneously pierced the three level-six mother nests.

The tip of each root embodies her ultimate control over the rules.

The Zerg carapace pierced by roots will sprout vines and flowers from the inside, tearing the entire Zerg apart from the inside out.

This is the core power of the World Tree's rules—in the name of life, it bestows death.

Three level-six mother nests were simultaneously penetrated by roots.

Their psionic shields emitted a harsh friction sound as the roots eroded them, and cracks began to appear on their carapaces. What flowed from the cracks was not blood, but vines and thorns sprouted by the power of life.

The three mother hives roared in unison, their psionic tentacles lashing wildly, tearing and burning the vines.

But more roots pierced through.

Azshara, with the power of a Sun Throne, defied three level-six Mother Nests.

Her true form stood tall in the void, its emerald light illuminating the entire G-7 defense zone.

All the wizards of the Silvermoon Legion felt that immense life force, warm and steadfast, like a mother tree protecting its young.

However, the psionic resonance wave from the fourth level-six mother hive struck us unexpectedly from the side.

Azshara's true form suddenly tilted to the side, and a thick, emerald-green main root, as thick as a mountain range, broke in the middle.

The life force at the fracture point gushed out like blood, condensing into a patch of emerald green ice crystals in the void.

"Sacred Tree!" Serafina cried out in despair.

"Don't worry about me!" Azshara's will remained steady, though a hint of weariness was hard to hide.

"Seraphina, Karendil, the one you five are in charge of... has arrived."

Yes, the fifth level 6 mother hive bypassed Azshara's interception and headed straight for the third layer of defense.

Serafina took a deep breath, a resolute glint in her emerald eyes.

Her World Tree form is different from Azshara's; it is younger and sharper, like a new bud breaking through the soil in early spring—fragile, yet full of the power of wild growth.

"Karen Deer".

"I am here," the high priest responded loudly.

Subsequently, the power of the moon goddess and the power of life erupted simultaneously, and the silver and emerald green intertwined to form a double-helix pillar of light, which collided head-on with the psionic resonance wave of the fifth level-six mother hive.

The three beams of light collided, clashed, and annihilated in the void.

Serafina felt her true form as the World Tree being tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, each branch groaning and cracking.

The color gradually faded from Karen Deer's aged face.

"Third squad, cover!" he shouted in a low voice.

The wizard towers of the three Moonlit Wizards lit up simultaneously, each displaying its own domain of rules, which overlapped with Serafina and Karendil's defenses.

The power of the five rules converged into a barrier, which finally managed to barely withstand the impact of the fifth level-six mother nest.

But every inch of this barrier was trembling.

At the same time, the sixth and seventh level-six mother nests approached from two other directions.

"Five people per group, using the Wizard Tower as the core, engage the enemy freely!" Azshara's order was simple and decisive.

The remaining Moonlit Wizards quickly regrouped, with the five most senior members joining forces to face the sixth level-six Mother Nest.

The last three, along with numerous Morning Stars, approached the seventh seat. Their domains of rules overlapped, forming a dazzling barrier.

But everyone knows that five Radiant Moons fighting against a Level 6 Mother Nest represents a gap spanning an entire major realm.

This is a gap that cannot be bridged by tactics, teamwork, or even courage.

This is a pure display of overwhelming strength.

Their mission is not to defeat, or even to repel.

Instead, they held on, using their lives to hold on.

As for the hundreds of level 5 mother hives that surged in along with them, and the endless stream of low-level Zerg, there was simply no one left to deal with them.

Gaps began to appear in various parts of the defensive perimeter.

The Morning Star Wizard's wizard tower struggled against the swarm of insects, with thousands upon thousands of insects crashing into the protective force field every second, using their flesh and blood to consume the light of the runes.

The spellcasting array composed of level three wizards was beginning to run out of magic, and the intervals between spellcasting were getting longer and longer, while the number of insectoids did not decrease at all.

The Silvermoon Legion is being overwhelmed.

At this moment, Ian had just arrived at the outskirts of G-7.

Inside the control room of the Eternal Tower.

Ian stared calmly at the suffocating purplish-black expanse on the detection array, and at one of the level 6 mother hives that was approaching the G-7 node.

"Tower Spirit, activate the highest level of defense. Direct all energy to the defense and weapon systems. Lock onto the target."

"Target locked. Level 6 mother hive, approximately 10,300 kilometers in diameter, with a psionic resonance intensity of around level 6. It is guarded by approximately 500 million Zerg units, including ten level 5 mother broodmas."

"All energy is transferred to pre-charge the Void Annihilation Cannon, and the rule amplification matrix is ​​at full power."

Gaga perched on his shoulder, its silver eyes reflecting the dark purple specks of light in the void, its feathers all bristling.

It didn't speak, but simply nuzzled Ian's neck with its little head.

"Gaga, are you scared?"

"I'm scared." Gaga, unusually, didn't try to be brave, but immediately puffed out her little chest. "But I'll protect you."

Ian rubbed its head and then activated the contract link with Kerrigan.

Kerrigan.

"Master, I'm here."

At this moment, Kerrigan was like a sharp blade that had been drawn from its sheath, cold and razor-sharp.

"The sixth level-six mother hive, go all out, no need to hold back."

Kerrigan did not answer; a verbal response was no longer necessary.

In the void surrounding the G-7 node, a dark golden light suddenly shone.

It started as a single point, and then that point began to expand, split, and recombine.

Tens of millions of Zerg units surged forth, weaving together at a breathtaking speed into a dark golden sphere.

Its volume grows exponentially: 1,000 kilometers, 3,000 kilometers, 5,000 kilometers, 8,000 kilometers, 10,000 kilometers.

It becomes a Zerg ball the same size as a level 6 Void Nexus.

But the colors are completely different.

It wasn't the dark purple of the Void Zerg, but a dark gold tinged with divine power.

Like a dark golden sun rising from the abyss, it coated the surrounding hundreds of thousands of kilometers of void with a cold light.

Two insect spheres, each ten thousand kilometers in size, faced each other in the void.

The Void Zerg's level 6 Broodmother also discovered Kerrigan, letting out a sharp screech, seemingly extremely angry.

Its psionic tentacles all stood up, and a psionic resonance wave blasted towards Kerrigan with unprecedented intensity.

Wherever the resonance wave passed, the Zerg remains floating in the void were instantly pulverized, and several small meteorites evaporated silently.

"Master, I will prove to you that your favoritism towards me... is not wrong!"

Dark golden light patterns shone from the surface of the sphere and spread out layer by layer.

This is Kerrigan's divine spell, activated by her divine power—[Divine Shield].

The psionic resonance wave collided with the dark gold light pattern, emitting a piercing shriek that made one's teeth ache. The light pattern twisted violently, but it never broke.

The two forces were locked in a stalemate in the void for a moment.

Then, the two insect balls crashed into each other at the same time!