I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

Chapter 695 Annihilation and Division of Forces

The Tentacle Tree Civilization, Supreme Command.

The headquarters' conference room is a completely enclosed spherical hall.

The surrounding area was covered with a dense array of projection screens, each displaying real-time data streams from different war zones. Alarm lights flashed intermittently, like countless wounds tearing through the darkness.

In the center of the hall, a three-dimensional star map with a diameter of tens of meters floats silently.

That was a holographic projection of the entire outer defense line of the mother star system.

At this moment, more than one-third of the defense nodes have been completely shut down.

The dark gray color, representing loss of contact, is spreading along the edge of the star map.

A deathly, oppressive atmosphere continued to spread.

Members of the top leadership joined the meeting one after another via a virtual network, and holographic projections lit up one after another on the circular conference floor. As each tree-like life form appeared, the tentacles on its canopy trembled slightly, representing the anger they were displaying.

The meeting was chaired by the current Chief Executive.

He had lived for far too long; his dark brown bark was covered with cracks, and the tips of his tentacles gleamed with an iron-gray metallic luster. As his eight crystalline eyes slowly swept across the entire area, the air seemed to freeze.

"Report the current situation."

The low, resonant vibration spread out, even humming at the edges of the conference room.

The Chief of Intelligence stepped forward, his tentacle tapping the star map, and a combat video extracted from the black box of a surviving warship suddenly unfolded. In the dark universe, a dark tide was churning.

It didn't resemble a living organism at all; it was more like a catastrophe that engulfed the entire cosmos.

The fleet unleashed a furious barrage of fire, hundreds of millions of energy beams tearing through the vacuum, yet when they struck the black tide, they failed to even create a ripple. Then, in the scene, a jet-black giant stepped out of the void.

It grabbed the flagship's bridge with its bare hands and tore it apart as easily as shredding a piece of paper.

The video abruptly stopped at that moment.

The final image captured the operator's face, with all eight of his crystalline eyes wide open.

As the video ended, the conference room fell into a deathly silence.

"This is data left behind by one of the few warships that were successfully evacuated after that war."

The Chief of Intelligence's voice was noticeably lower than usual.

"The operator suffered a complete mental breakdown after docking and continued to pound his own body with his tentacles until the bark cracked before being forcibly subdued by the medical team." "Based on the intermittent pounding records he left before his breakdown, we were able to reconstruct some of the information."

"The intruders possess individual combat strength far exceeding conventional standards, and their attack methods are purely physical strikes, but the energy level of each individual..." He paused for a moment, and for the first time, an uncontrollable tremor appeared in his crystal eyes, as if he could hardly believe the information he had.

"At least level five! And the number of high-level individuals... is unknown!"

"The border fleet was completely annihilated fourteen minutes after contact!"

For a moment, the meeting room fell into dead silence.

The tense atmosphere in the conference room was broken only when a certain instrument suddenly beeped.

Bang bang bang!!

All the tentacles slammed onto the table at the same time.

Low-frequency vibrations swept through the hall like a raging tide, causing the surrounding light screens to flicker wildly.

"Summon the army."

Finally, the Supreme Ruler interrupted everyone's conversation and delivered the final conclusion.

Thus, the war machine of the entire civilization instantly began to operate.

The Tentacle Tree Civilization rules over a super-large cosmic plane.

Because the wind element is quite active, the space within the plane is extremely open.

According to the statistics of the Tentacle Tree Civilization, there are approximately 50 billion stars in the entire plane.

With so many stars, even after removing many unsuitable star systems, the Tentacle Tree civilization still possessed countless colonized planets.

Even on those barren planets unsuitable for habitation, permanent military outposts and recruitment bases are still built.

Now, all war systems are activated simultaneously, and conscription orders are transmitted synchronously to every star system, every colony, and every city via quantum communication networks.

The conscription station was packed with citizens who had come to answer the call, and warships in the orbital dock were being re-fired one after another.

The shipyard's robotic arms operate 24 hours a day, and the flames spewed from the furnaces even illuminate the entire industrial continent.

The governors responded with astonishing speed.

Of course, no one would actually hand over all their elite troops.

Everyone tacitly maintained a private army within their own territory to sustain their rule.

Even so, the number of fleets that eventually converged on the home planet's orbit was still breathtakingly large.

That was a torrent of steel measured in trillions.

The exhaust plumes of countless warships formed a river of light that stretched across the orbit, turning the darkness of that part of the universe into daylight.

"The enemy has not moved."

In the encrypted channel, the Chief of Intelligence quickly reported.

"After the invading forces broke through the dimensional barrier, they remained near the breakthrough point without advancing further, and their deployment coordinates remained unchanged." The Supreme Ruler paused for a moment.

Then, he slowly unfolded all his tentacles, revealing the crystal eye hidden at the root.

This is their racial symbol of "smirking".

"Arrogant!"

He coldly tapped out the vibration.

"Gather all our elite forces and overwhelm them! I want to see what their scheme is all about!"

The scene of the main fleet setting off was truly spectacular.

Thousands of warships activated their space jump engines in batches, and clusters of jumping lights lit up one after another in the orbits of various logistics planets, only to quickly extinguish. Each flash meant that an entire fleet had disappeared from its original location.

The logistics fleet was even larger than the combat fleet, with supply ships fully loaded with ammunition, energy cores and cryogenic life support capsules forming a long line of tens of thousands, slowly moving forward in the starry sky.

Meanwhile.

The atmosphere within the Supreme Command has gradually relaxed.

In their view, the enemy's level and number were undeniable, and with such a large-scale war machine at their disposal, they held an absolute advantage in combat power and could not possibly lose!

In the virtual conference room, senior generals have already begun discussing the distribution of post-war spoils.

Several military governors argued fiercely over priority research rights for the "Level 6 biological sample," their tentacles even intertwining. (In a corner.)

The two old trees quietly opened an encrypted channel and whispered about how to transform those black giant creatures into weapons of war.

"If we could analyze their energy absorption mechanisms..."

The technology governor waved his tentacles, sketching a grand blueprint in the air.

"Our civilization's development will no longer stagnate; the entire civilization may even attempt to break through the level seven barrier."

A loud rustling sound filled the conference room; it was the laughter of their race.

Suddenly, all sounds stopped.

The Chief of Intelligence's holographic projection suddenly sprang up from his seat, his tentacles frantically pounding and controlling it.

The data stream reflected in the crystal eye is collapsing at an alarming rate.

All frontline communications were cut off at a terrifying speed, and the fleet's responses fell completely silent.

On the star map, large swaths of fleet icons are simultaneously turning gray.

The Chief of Intelligence's tentacles froze in mid-air, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"The army...was completely wiped out."

"All formations, all jump batches. All..."

He couldn't type the next few words; his tentacles, in their extreme panic, could only produce static.

But all the trees present understood what he was trying to say.

For a moment, the entire venue fell silent.

The old tree, which had just been planning a biological weapon blueprint, still had its tentacles suspended in mid-air.

His wrist sensor suddenly emitted a piercing alarm, warning that his emotional fluctuations were too extreme and his nutrient circulation was overloaded.

The other two governors seemed to have lost all their strength; their tentacles drooped softly, and the color of the tree crowns quickly faded from dark brown to grayish-green.

Another tree simply curled up all its tentacles, wrapping itself into a closed sphere.

An emotion unseen for centuries is spreading among the elite of this civilization: fear!

The tips of the Supreme Ruler's iron-gray tentacles even began to turn slightly white, a physiological reaction that only occurs in extreme fear. But he was ultimately the first to regain his sanity.

Bang!

His tentacles slammed onto the conference table, instantly shattering the entire surface.

"Summon all troops!!!"

His vibration frequency had completely spiraled out of control, with high-frequency oscillations even mixed with a kind of low-pitched infrasound that resembled a mournful cry.

"Recall all colonial troops! Unlock the entire strategic weapons inventory!"

"volley!"

"Erase it, along with that entire star system, from the void!!"

In the corner, a young governor gave a difficult response.

"Your Excellency... the activation of strategic weapons requires a two-thirds majority vote in the Supreme Council."

"and……"

"If all the colony troops are removed, the control over each subsidiary star system will collapse directly."

"Those conquered races have not been fully assimilated, and once they lose their host..."

"Then let them rebel!!!"

The Supreme Ruler suddenly turned around, and all eight of his crystal eyes simultaneously lit up with dazzling golden light.

"You think...?"

"Is the enemy that came this time only interested in conquering a few planets?"

The young governor froze instantly.

The meeting room fell silent again.

After a long while, another old governor slowly spoke.

"I support the use of strategic weapons. But deployment will take time."

"Unsealing, adjusting the track, recalibrating parameters... will take at least two days."

The Supreme Ruler closed his crystal eyes.

In that instant, he seemed to have aged considerably.

"Two days..."

"Two days then!"

the other side.

Jemin remained seated cross-legged in the vacuum of space, just as he had at the beginning.

The excessively large nest blocked out most of the cosmic microwave background radiation.

Only a small part of the distant star was visible, its orange starlight filtering through the translucent blue gel, casting flowing ripples on his robe. And around him was an endless ocean of wreckage.

Warship fragments, broken cannons, torn engine rooms, floating armor plates…

Countless metal ruins float silently in the vacuum, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Some of the wreckage still retains high temperatures, emitting a dark red afterglow in the infrared band.

Much of it has already become completely cold cosmic debris.

The nest is devouring them.

Today, the nest's total mass and volume have expanded to far exceed that of Jupiter.

The enormous, azure gelatinous body slowly spread out in all directions, like a giant net covering the starry sea, enveloping the wreckage in patches and patches of debris.

Once the debris enters the body, it is instantly broken down into information and then rewoven into the nest structure.

Its size continues to expand as it devours the debris of each area it enters.

Behind it, more warship wreckage was slowly being drawn towards it by its own gravitational field.

Occasionally, when encountering particularly large pieces of ship debris, the nest will even extend a single tentacle to gently wrap around it before slowly dragging it back, as if it were just casually picking a ripe fruit.

Beside Jemin, the Black Giant Legion had already rearranged itself, with billions of Black Giants forming a neat square formation in the void.

Their chests opened and closed slightly, their deep resonance blending together.

Apart from a very few unfortunate individuals who died in battle, the Black Giant Legion suffered almost no losses.

The level 7 large elemental pools in the Purgatory Sulfur Plane provided them with a near-infinite energy supply.

From death to recovery and return to the battlefield, many Black Giants don't even need the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

The improvements brought about by this war were equally astonishing.

The massive energy attack and countless warship materials were devoured and absorbed by the black giant.

Thanks to the Black Giants' own talents, the number of Level 6 Black Giants has increased tenfold compared to before the war, from one million to over ten million! As for Level 7 Black Giants, there is no longer only one Lava Mountain.

Behind Jemin, four towering figures, each ten thousand meters tall, stood silently, like a black wall stretching across the universe.

Lava Mountain stood in the very center, its size significantly larger than the other three, its liquid-metal body even gleaming with a dark red sheen. This was a sign that it hadn't fully digested the excessive energy it had absorbed from the superweapon.

Although the other three newly promoted seventh-level giants were slightly shorter, the four giants standing together were still enough to cover the entire starry sky behind them.

Jemin slowly opened his eyes, and a vast amount of fragmented memories were constantly piecing together in his mind.

With the capture of numerous prisoners and the acquisition of information databases, increasingly complete information gradually constructed a comprehensive picture of the entire Tentacle Tree civilization.

This is a super-large dimension with an internal structure similar to the universe.

The scale of 50 billion stars would be equivalent to a galaxy even in Jemin's previous life.

The countless colonized planets made the Tentacle Tree Civilization's industry incredibly large.

This is precisely why the other side was able to deploy a mega-class fleet in a short period of time.

Moreover, even the loss of these troops is far from crippling for the civilization as a whole.

As long as the industrial system and population remain, they will be able to quickly rebuild and produce even more fleets.

The only problem is... they're too weak!

It was so weak that even Jemin was somewhat disappointed.

The so-called Tier VI warships are theoretically Tier VI in terms of energy level, but their performance in actual combat is... simply appalling.

The firepower of a single ship is not even comparable to the frontal burst of a level 5 Black Giant, and its shields are more like paper.

That so-called "ultimate weapon salvo" couldn't even seriously injure the level 6 Black Giant.

He had initially suspected that the other party might be hiding some real trump cards.

After reading a large amount of high-level memory, Jemin confirmed it.

No.

That was already their strongest conventional firepower.

Moreover, according to these people's memories, apart from a few core planets, any level 5 black giant is enough to single-handedly defeat an ordinary colony planet!

Thinking of this, Jemin slowly stood up.

His gaze swept across the distant starry sky, and a new strategic plan took shape in his mind.

Since each Black Giant possesses the ability to independently defeat a colony, why bother to unite the legions into one force?

The efficiency is too low.

Moreover, although this dimension has a large space, the actual amount of matter and energy is not that much.

To conquer this plane more efficiently, the truly correct approach is to break up the entire legion!

Jemin turned around.

"Molten Mountain".

The calm voice entered directly into the mind's sea.

"Pass on the order."

"All Black Giants, in groups of five, will disperse and attack all non-core planets simultaneously."

"Level 6 individuals will be prioritized for deployment to high-density, highly developed star sectors. Level 7 individuals will be responsible for regional mobile support. The list of planets to be conquered and their coordinates will be issued separately by the Incense and Divine Path System."

"As for the core planet... we will not attack it for now."

The lava-like man's chest opened and closed sharply, releasing a deep, rumbling sound: "Yes! I will obey your command!"

Thus, the massive square formation composed of billions of black giants began to slowly disintegrate.

Five people formed a group, transforming into countless black squads, and began teleporting towards the stars in the universe!