Free Web NovelChapter 556: Chapter 477: Unrivaled Domination
For this, they prepared twenty-seven different forbidden techniques, nineteen sets of chain curses, eleven sets of spatial blockage arrays, and three casts of the "Law Shattering Skill" that require three hundred Sixth Level Wizards to jointly initiate.
But at this moment, all these preparations have turned into a joke.
Even due to the pressure brought by Clark, they were forced to continue increasing manpower, which made this troop so bloated.
Suddenly, Clark raised his right hand, pointing his index finger casually in a certain direction.
In that direction, seventeen Seventh Level Wizards and over two hundred Sixth Level Wizards immediately turned pale.
They felt that the surrounding space suddenly "solidified."
Not in the physical sense of solidification, but a "lockdown" in terms of the Law.
The Laws they controlled, whether "Pain," "Corrosion," "Annihilation," "Illusions"... all became obscure and sluggish in an instant, as if forcibly suppressed.
Theoretically, such a situation only occurs in countermeasures by Wizards of the same type of Laws.
But it is evident that the rules amongst this group of Wizards have no connection, theoretically making it impossible for someone to counteract them using this method!
Yet, no matter the reasoning, this indeed has happened.
Then, a point of silver light appeared at Clark’s fingertip.
The silver light slipped from his hand, transforming into a thin, nearly invisible thread, spreading towards that direction.
Where the thread passed, space was silently "cut" open.
It’s like cutting paper with the sharpest scissors, with the incisions smooth and neat, without the slightest leakage of energy.
The seventeen Seventh Level Wizards roared, commanding others around them to join forces to put up defenses.
Seven layers of shields with different attributes stacked, each layer enough to withstand the full force blow of a wizard of the same level.
At the moment when the silver thread contacted the first layer of shield...
The shield shattered like a soap bubble.
Not "shattered by attack," but "denied the rationality of existence."
Next was the second layer, the third layer... the seventh layer.
The silver line penetrated all defenses almost without any hindrance and then "sliced" through the bodies of the seventeen Seventh Level Wizards.
No sound.
No explosion.
The bodies of seventeen Seventh Level Wizards split into two halves simultaneously.
The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, with no bleeding, no internal organs spilling out, as the wound was covered by the power of "existence erasure" at the moment of creation.
Their souls attempted to flee, but the silver thread lightly trembled, dividing into seventeen finer branches, meticulously piercing each soul core.
Pop.
A gentle sound akin to a bursting bubble.
In an instant, seventeen Seventh Level Wizards were severely injured.
And the remaining power caused over a hundred Sixth Level Wizards behind them to fall on the spot!
The entire process took less than an instant.
It was only then that the other Wizards around reacted.
"Attack!!!"
Angry roars arose.
Over fifty Seventh Level Wizards attacked simultaneously.
Curses flowing, elemental storms, conceptual contamination, spatial collapse...
Various attacks capable of easily destroying a plane burst towards Clark from all directions.
But Clark didn’t even glance at them.
He merely raised his left hand, palm outward, making a gentle pressing gesture.
All the approaching attacks suddenly "solidified" in mid-air, three hundred meters away from him.
Then, like pencil marks being erased by a rubber, they vanished without a trace.
Not being deflected, not being negated.
Erased by some unknown method.
As if those attacks had never been launched at all.
Upon seeing this, the Wizards who were the enemies couldn’t resist swallowing nervously.
Because, they... couldn’t understand just now!
Not understanding signifies the unknown.
Represents that the Sixth Level Wizard standing before them, in terms of academic proficiency, far surpasses them, the Seventh Level Wizards.
And for Wizards, academic supremacy translates into combat prowess supremacy!
After completing this move, Clark’s gaze shifted to another direction.
There, three hundred Sixth Level Wizards were jointly operating an ultra-large array made of numerous runes.
Deep within the "muzzle" formed by the array, terrifying energy was gathering, a power of "disintegration" theoretically enough to threaten an Eighth Level existence.
Clark tilted his head.
Seemingly pondering for a moment.
Then, he stretched out his right hand, fingers spread, gently clenching at the massive array cannon.
Crack.
Countless dense cracks appeared on the cannon barrel composed of arrays.
The Wizards controlling the array all revealed ghost-stricken expressions because according to the inspection, this wasn’t destruction from outside, but from inside.
The connection keys between each rune forming the array broke simultaneously.
The next moment, the entire Law turned into a pile of the most basic elemental particles, scattering with the wind.
And all three hundred Sixth Level Wizards spat a mouthful of fresh blood, faces as pale as paper.
Their soul connection with the array was violently severed, the soul damaged.
Clark withdrew his hand, sweeping his gaze over the surrounding frightened enemies calmly.
"Continue."
He spoke, and although there was no medium, his voice clearly reached each of the attackers’ ears.
"Weren’t you all going to kill me?"
"Show me what other tricks you have."
Silence.
Deathly silence.
More than a hundred Seventh Level Wizards, over two thousand Sixth Level Wizards, none dared to advance.
They looked at the central dark-robed figure with an indifferent expression, fear appearing in their eyes for the first time.
Inside the control room of Fortress No.7.
Jeming, through the detection array, "saw" the suffocating scene on the battlefield in the sky.
His mouth agape, he couldn’t close it for a long time.
Although he already knew from Viola that Professor Clark was strong, but...
Isn’t this strength too absurd?!
One person, suppressing over a hundred thirty Seventh Level and over two thousand Sixth Level Wizards?
Moreover, he seems to be managing easily, as though there was still quite a bit of spare power?!
Logically, the increase in power between major levels for Wizards, while exaggerated, has a limit, with the amplification rate of pure elemental power generally making a Wizard one level higher about ten times stronger than the level below.
Of course, this rate fluctuates based on the Wizards’ varying knowledge levels.
Regarding spiritual power intensity, it’s roughly the same multiple.
Combining both, the destructive power a Wizard of a higher level can unleash is roughly a hundred times that of a Wizard from the lower level.
But said bluntly, it’s only a hundred times.
With a team of Wizards working closely enough, disregarding Ninth Level Wizards, approximately one hundred fifty Low Level Wizards could suppress a Wizard one level higher.
The issue is, Professor Clark is facing Wizards with the lowest being Sixth Level, the same level as himself.
And above that, he also continues facing over a hundred Seventh Level Wizards!
In other words, considering the Eighth Level Wizards’ own Law Solidification ability, Professor Clark at Sixth Level already possesses nearly the combat power of an Eighth Level Wizard!
"This is... the greatest genius in Nolun Workshop’s history..."
Jeming muttered to himself.
Then, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to refocus.
The battle on the mentor’s side needs no worry from him.
What he now needs to do is fight his own battle.
He closed his eyes again, diving his consciousness into the turret control system.
On Operation Platform No.9, the reading representing spiritual power strength at that moment quietly rose by a decimal point.
From Fifth Level Mid Tier, stepping into Fifth Level High Tier.
On the front battlefield, Chaos Secret Sect and Tower of Annihilation’s cannon fodder flood continued to tirelessly assault the defensive line.
But behind the defense, the artillery fire from over a hundred fortresses was also tirelessly thundering.
