Free Web NovelChapter 543: Chapter 465: Farewells and Farewells (Double Chapter) (3)
By grouping masters and disciples, close friends, and long-term colleagues into the same combat unit, combat effectiveness can be formed more quickly and the risks of the running-in period can be reduced.
At this moment, the place where they stood seemed to be located in the middle-to-rear area of the entire colossal Ship Plane.
Through the sparse crowd and the slightly open space in front, one could see further ahead the densely packed figures exuding fierce auras.
Most of them were dressed in combat-friendly long Wizard robes or light armor, with unrestrained fighting intent and Energy fluctuations surging around them, as they carried out final equipment checks, Magic pre-loading, or whispered tactical exchanges.
Obviously, these people were one of the main forces in this war, the Combat Wizards of Nolun Workshop.
Although below High Tier Wizard, Logistics Element wizards were significantly superior to Combat Wizards in both status and combat power, once they reached Sixth Level, the gap in status and combat strength between the two sides was no longer that great.
After all, being able to reach Sixth Level meant that choosing Combat Element or Logistics Element was merely a difference in path, not a distinction in personal ability.
This could be seen from the classification of High Tier Wizards: basically, the vanguard Combat Wizards and the rear Logistics Department Wizards were equal in number at the High Tier Wizard level.
The reason Jeming could tell "front" from "rear" on the Ship Plane was because at the very front of the Ship Plane, at the end of that vast space that had been specially cleared, there stretched a wondrous sight.
An enormous spatial rift, so huge as to defy description, hung upon the sky like a wound forcefully cleaved open by some invisible giant blade.
It was not an unstable black turbulence; its edges flickered with stable and intricate silver Runes, clearly reinforced by powerful spatial techniques.
The interior of the rift was not absolute darkness or chaos either, but presented a constantly twisting, shifting scene, like turbid water ripples, within which one could faintly glimpse the outlines of a barren and deathly landscape beyond.
Without a doubt, that "finely processed" spatial rift was the stable passage leading to the "battlefield" — the super-large decisive battleground designated by the Star Ring Federation, pieced together from multiple abandoned Planes.
Jeming withdrew his gaze and turned to Professor Clark at his side, greeting him respectfully, "Professor."
Professor Clark nodded in response.
Jeming immediately noticed that his mentor’s attire today was completely different from usual.
The slightly old and simple gray robe he had worn for years was gone, replaced by a set of well-tailored, sharply lined, dark gray close-fitting Magic Robes.
The material of the Magic Robe looked ordinary, but under the constant light source of the Ship Plane, faint and extremely subtle Defense Rune gleams flashed by and disappeared.
Even more striking was that his mentor wore many "accessories" Jeming would never see on him in normal times: an ancient-looking brooch, several rings set at different positions, a fine chain coiled around his wrist, and even a few seemingly inconspicuous pendants hanging from his belt...
If one observed with Spiritual Power, these seemingly low-key items would each burst forth with Spirit Light as dazzling as a miniature sun, yet each of a different nature of Element!
Together they intertwined to form a powerful yet restrained protective and amplifying Force Field, shrouding Professor Clark within.
His eyes, which were usually calm and indifferent, even slightly weary, were now like unsheathed swords, their gaze sharp.
Jeming then looked at Senior Sister Viola.
At some point she too had changed out of her usual elegant long dress, now wearing a dark-red-toned Combat Robe, likewise covered in subtle Runes and convenient for movement.
She too wore several ornaments radiating intense Spirit Light, and her long hair had been neatly tied up.
Feeling Jeming’s gaze, she raised an eyebrow; the corners of her mouth still held that habitual, slightly playful curve, but deep in her eyes there was a chill, tranquil coldness.
In truth, it was not just them.
As Jeming cast his eyes around, within the range of his sight, whether it was the main Combat Wizards at the front, the support forces in the middle and rear, or special combat units like himself, almost everyone was in a state of being "armed to the teeth."
Precious Witchcraft Artifacts, life-saving items, and amplifying equipment that might usually be kept deeply hidden were now worn openly without reservation.
The entire assembly area seemed to have turned into a moving "top-tier Witchcraft Artifact exposition"; various Elemental lights intertwined and reflected off one another, yet were all constrained close to their owners by powerful Control Power, forming a silent yet immensely oppressive ocean of Energy.
Obviously, faced with this fate-deciding Wizard War, the Wizards of Nolun Workshop were going all out, bringing forth the deepest foundations they had kept at the bottom of their chests.
Jeming glanced around again, and suddenly his brows furrowed slightly, as if he felt something was missing.
"Professor..." He turned to Clark, speaking somewhat uncertainly, "Where is Junior Brother Anger? Wasn’t he assigned to our group?"
Upon hearing this, Viola paused in the small action of checking a Rune Array in her hand.
She likewise raised her head and looked around curiously, also failing to find the figure of that young Wizard who always followed behind Clark, somewhat silent yet with a resolute gaze.
"Strange... he shouldn’t have been left out of our assignment, right? Could it be he happened to run into a mandatory conscription rotation and was temporarily dispatched to take part in some other Plane War?" Viola speculated.
When Professor Clark heard Jeming’s question, his always calm and unruffled expression paused for a barely noticeable instant.
He slowly turned his head, his gaze first landing on Jeming’s face, then shifting to Viola, who likewise carried a look of puzzlement.
Seeing this subtle reaction from his mentor, a faint sense of foreboding suddenly swept through Jeming’s heart.
