Wizard's Journey

Chapter 2005 Abyss Battlefield (30)

Originally a luxurious business void mothership, it underwent several years of modification under the orders of the second-generation Wizard King. All the amenities were removed, leaving the interior spacious and open. This is how it became the ceremonial vehicle used by the second-generation Wizard King when attending foreign dignitaries' meetings.

Despite their own concerns, the second Wizard King's tough and ruthless approach to war has never wavered in the slightest!

As the time for the Second Generation Wizard King Council's visit drew closer, the little thoughts in the hearts of many True Spirit Wizards became more and more active.

The True Spirit Wizards have all heard about what's happening in the Wizarding Alliance's rear. The smooth sailing at the front cannot conceal the contradictions at the rear. If nothing unexpected happens, the second Wizard King will definitely go to the Wizarding Alliance's world group to deal with some thorny issues after this council. But before that, if they can accompany the second Wizard King to the Seven Races Council in this Abyss Battlefield, it will undoubtedly play a greater role in advancing future history, and can be considered a so-called "gilding".

Since the first Wizard King established the selection system, the importance of this "gilding" has become increasingly important, directly affecting the supply of resources. Even true wizards cannot be detached from the world and must maintain a glorious image in front of lower-level wizards, rather than the completely pyramidal system of rule that once existed.

"The second-generation Wizard King has actually summoned me to the Council of the Seven Clans!"

Inside the third-generation Sky City, after ending the crystal ball communication, the eleventh-ring True Spirit Wizard was initially delighted, but then pondered for a while, assessing which of his previous tasks had entered the eyes of the second-generation Wizard King.

Ultimately, after careful consideration, the second-generation Wizard King recruited more than twenty True Spirit Wizards from various factions, taking into account the feelings of the newly promoted True Spirit Wizards in order to continue to increase their fame.

Amidst this grand procession, numerous true spirits and elite wizards set off aboard this unassuming void mothership ceremonial vessel.

What might seem insignificant to a wizard is, to a foreign civilization, a large, high-performance void spacecraft.

Modified from the most advanced void mothership, its more than 2,000-meter-long hull presents the most perfect teardrop-shaped streamline. With ample AT field support, it is escorted by four iron-blooded starships, each more than 300 meters long and displaying a dark red color, heading towards the Great World of Klomai.

In terms of industrial productivity through the aggregation of large-scale equipment, although the Ironblood Galaxy civilization created a large-scale war platform like the Death Star, comparable to a sky city, in terms of war platforms in the general sense, not to mention comparing it with the quantum technology of the Cosmic World, it is far inferior to the Wizard civilization. Or rather, the Ironblood Galaxy civilization focuses more on individual combat power assisted by mechanical technology for evolution, rather than war platforms, unlike the Wizard civilization with its clear division of labor.

Thus, these warships, each over 300 meters long, hold a status in the Ironblood Galaxy world cluster equivalent to a space fortress war platform in the Wizarding World.

Buzzing!

Relying on the friction between the spaceship and the atmosphere, it burned fiercely, slightly pulling back the approaching dusk and causing the primitive creatures below the atmosphere to instinctively look up in panic.

From the perspective of the wizard inside the spaceship, it's a completely different scene.

As the spaceship's AT field shield passed through the atmosphere, it reacted against the rules of the world's garment, which was yellow and green, causing a slight turbulence. After a short while, as the spaceship's speed decreased, the turbulence stopped, and the fiery red color outside, caused by the friction between the spaceship and the world's rules, returned to clarity. Through the windows, one could see an endless grassland and Gobi desert landscape, with clumps of thorny grass scattered sparsely to the horizon. The land gradually became clearer.

In this vast world, under the will of the Iron-Blooded Galaxy, a large city was temporarily built for the negotiations between the seven races. The airport, constructed using a special process of metal smelting and stone refining, covered millions of square meters, but it was still somewhat cramped as an airport for docking interstellar spaceships.

Under the precise control of the piloting wizard, the spaceship slowly docked at the airport and landed in this vast world.

The vast rules seeped into the spaceship from all directions, surrounding the many True Spirit Wizards and Holy Mark Wizards. The strong gravity beneath their feet was announcing to all the True Spirit Wizards and Holy Mark Wizards that they had officially arrived at their destination, the Great World of Kromai.

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The spacecraft landed with almost no turbulence, as its internal recoil design perfectly counteracted the recoil force.

The wizards inside the spaceship sprang into action, creating a slightly chaotic atmosphere even in the otherwise empty vessel. Through the windows, the Predator honor guard, who seemed to have been waiting for some time, was arriving in perfect unison at the spaceship's exit, forming a ceremonial formation.

True spirit wizards naturally don't need to concern themselves with these worldly designs. The only issue that the second-generation wizard king cares about is the number of wizards' voting rights in the council. This determines the wizards' say in strategic arrangements against the abyss demons and the proportion of benefits they enjoy in the post-war distribution.

After a good half hourglass period of time had passed.

Surrounded by flowers and a caged, iron-blooded honor guard, the second-generation Wizard King led twenty-two True Spirit Wizards, seventy Holy Mark Wizards, over seven hundred Dawn Wisdom Wizards from various fields, and over three thousand Guardian Wizards as they slowly descended from the spaceship.

Below the spaceship stood two Ironblood Elders, each about three meters tall and imposing, their metal helmets open. They watched as the mysterious race of wizards, who were less than two meters tall, slowly descended the spaceship, performing the Ironblood Galaxy Civilization's ceremonial gesture—a rather complex form of greeting, resembling a hand dance, constantly gesturing their names.

"Honorable Wizard King, True Spirit Wizards, and the many envoys, I am Elder Tugmu of the Ironblood Galaxy Clan, and this is Elder Serinvein. We have come here to warmly welcome the Wizard Clan to join the Abyss Battlefield Council, bringing justice and hope to the peaceful development of the endless world. You will be close friends and comrades-in-arms of the Ironblood Galaxy Clan!"

With enthusiastic words, the second-generation Wizard King, leaning on the Staff of Truth Balance and surrounded by milky-white light, calmly said with his tricolored eyes slightly lowered: "Wizards love peace, but never pray for it. Wizards will use their unparalleled strength to create peace and fight for their own interests. I am very happy to be able to become a friend who fights alongside the noble Ironblood Galaxy Clan."

While exchanging polite words, the second-generation Wizard King, with his three-colored eyes beneath the Face of Truth, had already examined all the different types of spaceships parked at the airport. With the unparalleled assistance of the Face of Truth, the second-generation Wizard King's perception far exceeded everyone's imagination, and he even examined many details of this large, temporarily constructed city.

It is precisely for this reason that the Wizard King’s seemingly omniscient and omnipotent composure is never a pretense, nor is it a display of magnanimity, but rather the true state of affairs!

"The Brahma of the Vajrayana civilization is still missing."

This thought flashed through his mind, and amidst the warm welcome of the two iron-blooded elders, the second-generation Wizard King, leading a large retinue, boarded a herd of large, primitive animals, which were decorated with blankets and metal chairs.

These large, primitive creatures seemed to have undergone special training; their bodies, over thirty meters long, moved without any wobbling. Under the synchronized steps of the two groups of iron-blooded warriors, they headed towards the bustling metropolis with its towering buildings not far away.

(End of this chapter)