Free Web NovelChapter 546: Chapter 467: Entering the Battlefield and Shootdown
The surging elemental energy dyed the entire sky into a chaotic and splendid ocean of colors.
Jeming also joined the army of witchcraft practitioners.
He traced an imaginary circle with his right hand in front of his chest, his fingertip emitting a faint glow. Under the control of the spiritual power, elemental forces condensed into a complex three-dimensional structure in the air, which then collapsed inward, transforming into a layer of armor as thin as a cicada’s wings, clinging to the skin.
[Ruins Armor], the barehanded version.
Next, he continuously flicked his left hand, sending seven pre-carved rune crystals flying out from his sleeve, which exploded in the air and transformed into seven different types of shields, nested layer by layer outside the Ruins Armor.
Finally, he recited a few brief syllables in a low voice, applying three enhance witchcrafts: "Thought Acceleration," "Dynamic Visual Enhancement," "Pain Dulling."
Having done all this, he only took two seconds.
Meanwhile, the wizards around him also almost completed their preparations simultaneously.
Looking around, the entire plain had turned into a galaxy comprised of millions of moving light sources, with each point of light representing a fully armed combat wizard.
At that moment...
High above the sky, the space slightly distorted.
Two figures appeared out of thin air.
On the left was a human male who appeared to be around forty years old, with an ancient face and gentle eyes. He wore a simple linen robe and held a wooden staff that looked like it had been casually taken from a tree.
Yet, when he appeared, the elemental tides of the entire Ship Plane calmed, as if paying respect to some higher existence.
Nolun Wizard.
The founder of Nolun Workshop, Eighth Level Grand Mage.
On the right was a young-looking man with silver hair and red eyes, dressed in a mechanical-style battle armor embedded with countless gears and pipelines, with three slowly rotating metal rings suspended behind him.
For a moment, Jeming almost didn’t recognize Wizard Anton Buchanan.
After all, the other wasn’t in the form of a child or elder as he had seen before, but rather an image of a young adult.
Both stood levitating, exuding no pressure, yet naturally became the absolute center of the scene.
The Nolun Wizard raised his head, gazing toward a certain point in the void.
There was nothing there, but all the wizards knew that he was sensing the precise timing set by the Star Ring Federation.
Three seconds.
Two seconds.
One second.
He withdrew his gaze, casually waved his right hand toward a distant space rift.
The voice, though not loud, clearly and steadily reached the ears of every wizard present, as if whispering beside them:
"Attack."
No pre-battle mobilization, no passionate slogans, just the simplest two words.
But it was enough.
"Hehehehehehe... Let me pave the way for you!" Anton Buchanan punched fists together, terrifying power swirling a scorching gale in the sky.
The Nolun Wizard and Anton Buchanan moved first.
The figures of the two Eighth Level Grand Mages faded in place, reappearing at the edge of the space rift the next moment, then stepped in, vanishing into the chaotic black energy currents.
Eighth Level Wizard, paving the way for the legion.
Following closely behind were the first batch of Combat Wizards.
Tens of thousands of light points ascended simultaneously, like a meteor shower in reverse, dragging varied colored tails as they shot toward the rift.
They were the first batch of the combat sequence, adept at frontal breakthroughs, group battles, and law clash.
Their task was to establish a frontline position as soon as possible, to fend off the enemy’s initial attacks and gain space for subsequent troops to unfold.
Jeming silently watched the first batch of the legion disappear into the rift, starting a countdown in his heart.
Thirty seconds later, the second batch — the long-range strike and support sequence ascended.
Another thirty seconds, the third batch — the control and interference sequence.
Then it was their turn.
"Follow up."
Clark’s voice rang out.
He took a step forward, the space beneath his feet automatically folding, carrying him smoothly forward.
Viola followed closely behind, her dark purple figure drawing an elegant arc in the air.
Jeming took a deep breath, activating the floating rune built into the wizard robe.
His body gently floated off the ground, then accelerated.
The wizards around him also ascended in synchronization, forming a massive formation, flying toward the rift spanning across the sky.
The wind howled in their ears, and the ground below quickly receded.
The rift rapidly enlarged in view.
The energy currents flowing along the edges were clearly visible, being the law wounds formed by the violent tearing of spatial structures, where each flash of the light stream represented the tremor of billions of spatial strings in an instant.
Jeming could feel all the witchcraft artifacts on him heating up slightly.
They were adapting to the environmental changes, adjusting output power, preparing to deal with potentially imminent high-intensity impacts.
Finally, they reached the edge of the rift.
Without hesitation, Jeming plunged in.
The sensation of weightlessness came instantly.
Visuals were filled with distorted black.
Sharp spatial friction noise sounded in his ears, like billions of glass pieces grating simultaneously.
His body seemed to be stretched, compressed, rotated — this was normal when traversing unstable space channels.
The duration was very short.
Approximately 0.3 seconds later, light appeared ahead.
Jeming rushed out.
His feet felt gravity again, vision cleared, noise faded from his ears.
He immediately looked around.
Desolate.
Utter desolation.
This was Jeming’s first impression.
The ground was nearly flat and gray-white, as if repeatedly ground over countless times by a giant milling machine.
No undulations, no hills, no valleys, not even a single protruding stone.
The ground material looked like some sort of mixed slag, hard, dry, devoid of life energy.
The sky was oppressively lead-gray, with no clouds, no sun, only dim scattered daylight.
The elemental concentration in the air was pitifully low, even the most basic flame struggled to sustain burning.
This was the "super-large abandoned plane" provided by the Star Ring Federation.
A composite of fragments from dozens of planes whose resources had been completely exhausted, where every inch of soil had been stripped clean of organic matter, mineral elements, and free energy, rendering it an absolute dead zone where even microorganisms couldn’t survive.
Information flashed through Jeming’s mind instantly; meanwhile, his body instinctively began adjusting posture, preparing to land.
At that moment.
The scouting array on his chest, abdomen, and back simultaneously emitted sharp warning hums!
There was no time to think.
The protective magic already deployed acted faster than his consciousness.
The Ruins Armor automatically activated to maximum output, the seven layers of shields shrunk inward, trying to form the densest defense layer.
But the intensity and effect of the attack far exceeded expectations.
The seven layers of shield Jeming had released earlier offered no protective effect, leaving only the Ruins Armor to defend.
In the instant of contact with the invisible attack, the Ruins Armor flickered intensely.
The transparent armor capable of negating Fifth Level Energy Attack and resisting Sixth Level continuous bombardment lasted only 0.01 seconds.
Then, like a soap bubble, it shattered.
Jeming only felt a massive threat squeezing from all directions simultaneously, the cold touch of death pressing against the skin.
Then, a layer of the invisible barrier surrounding Jeming exploded brightly, forcibly blocking the unknown attack.
Yet due to this sudden attack, the surrounding elemental environment was completely disordered from the high-intensity aftermath, and he lost control over the floating rune, causing his body to spin and tumble out of control.
His vision spun wildly.
The last thing he saw was the gray-white lifeless ground rapidly enlarging.
Then...
Boom!!!
