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

Chapter 694 A World Without a Plane Master

The universe before my eyes was completely filled with warships.

The moment the main fleet of the Tentacle Tree civilization disengaged from its jump state, the outer space of their home planet seemed to be completely covered by a silver-gray sea of ​​steel. This was not an exaggeration by any writer or poet, but a pure description of reality.

The fleet formation stretched from the front row all the way to the horizon, the densely packed hulls interlocking so closely that the gaps were almost negligible. From a distance, it looked as if someone had forcibly moved an entire, endless metal continent into space.

All ships were positioned facing the dimensional barrier rift.

Moreover, at the instant the teleportation occurred, all the cannons had already completed charging.

Blue and white light shimmered deep within each main cannon, and billions of energy nodes overlapped one another, piecing together a blazing band of light that stretched across the starry sky in the dark void.

The oppressive atmosphere was almost suffocating.

The border commanders showed no intention of negotiating; the main fleet unleashed its full firepower the instant it completed its jump. Boom!!!

Countless beams of energy simultaneously tore through the void.

Electromagnetic projectiles, plasma torrents, and high-energy lasers intertwined to form a destructive storm covering tens of thousands of kilometers of airspace, pouring wildly toward the dimensional rift.

And this is just the beginning.

The space behind the fleet continued to distort, and beam cannons fired by superweapons were directly guided to the front of the battlefield by the space jump system. Each beam cannon was as thick as a destructive spear that pierced through the universe, and its interior was compressed with terrifying energy that could tear apart the crust of a planet.

They shot out of the jump windows with a roar, mingling with conventional firepower, and crashed head-on into the Black Giant Legion!

The Black Giants' response was simpler and more violent.

They had no concept of "formation" or "tactics" at all; they simply charged forward blindly under Jemin's orders.

Billions of black giants stretched out completely beneath the dimensional rift, their colossal bodies, constructed of black liquid metal, reflecting no light under the starlight. From afar, the charging legion of black giants resembled an all-consuming, world-destroying tsunami.

At the forefront of the wave were a uniform array of level six black giants.

Further behind were countless Level 5 individuals, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Further on, new legions continued to emerge from the dimensional rifts.

The first wave of firepower blasted into the black tide.

And then... nothing happened.

The Black Giant's energy-absorbing talent underwent a qualitative change at this scale; any particle in the vacuum would be forcibly absorbed, losing most of its energy. Only a few superweapon beam cannons managed to inflict damage visible to the naked eye.

A corner of the shoulder of a level six black giant was blasted off from the front, sending large splatters of black molten metal flying and leaving long trails in the air. But the black giant merely glanced down at the wound, then opened its maw and roared: "Roar!!!"

A furious roar exploded out, accompanied by a sudden acceleration of his body!

Its massive body crashed into the fleet like an out-of-control meteorite, its newly healed shoulder smashing through the enemy's shields and ramming into a capital ship.

The warship, several kilometers long, broke in half. The explosion and flames had barely lit up when they were instantly swallowed up by the energy-absorbing field on the surface of the black giant.

As this spark ignited, like a horn, more black giants surged into the fleet.

fist.

body.

Fangs.

That's their entire fighting style.

But that's enough.

With a single punch, the elemental shockwave would send surrounding warships flying like pieces of paper.

With a bite from its massive maw, the thick alloy armor became as fragile as a thin shell before the obsidian-like teeth.

The combined shield was rendered useless; its energy was being frantically drained by the liquid metal on the Black Giant's surface, causing the shield generator to overload and burn out. The entire battlefield was rapidly collapsing.

However, the Black Giants are not entirely immune to injury. Under such intense firepower, some attacks will inevitably land on the same spot. Some unlucky Black Giants will be repeatedly targeted by concentrated fire.

Finally, after enduring dozens of superweapon beams, a level-five black giant's chest ruptured, revealing an unhealable crack that rapidly widened. Then...

boom!!!

His entire body exploded from the inside!

The explosive power was even far greater than the self-destruction of an ordinary warship.

Because the Black Giant's self-destruction released all the energy he had accumulated and absorbed throughout his life.

A dark red shockwave swept across hundreds of kilometers of airspace, engulfing dozens of warships in a destructive torrent, with flames engulfing the fleet.

But just as the black giant was about to explode completely, a pale golden light suddenly flashed by.

His core consciousness and remaining life imprint were instantly enveloped by that golden light and then disappeared.

Purgatory Sulfur Plane, Resurrection Altar.

The Taoist soldier system of the incense-burning deity began to operate.

In fact, the first thing to invade this world was not the Black Giant Legion, nor the lair, but the Incense and Divine Path itself.

Long before Jemin tore open the dimensional rift, the rules of the Incense and Divine Path had already seeped into the Tentacle Tree Civilization's plane along the rift. Wherever the Incense and Divine Path rules covered, the Dao Soldier System would take effect.

All dying black giants are forcibly teleported back to the altar before they truly die.

The black giants teleported back to the Infernal Sulfur Plane will heal their wounds and reshape their bodies with the support of the immense energy of the plane, before returning to the battlefield. Therefore, although the battle is fierce, the black giants show no signs of losing any members.

The fighting is raging on the front lines.

The rear is resurrecting.

The resurrected Black Giant was reinstated into the attack sequence and once again crossed the rift and charged into the battlefield.

What the enemy sees as "death in action" is, to them, merely a step in the cycle of troop movement.

During the battle, enemy attacks and warship wreckage are absorbed by the Black Giant, causing it to rapidly evolve. The overall mass and combat power of the entire legion continuously increase with each cycle of attack and defense.

The entire legion was like a perpetual motion machine that burned ever brighter.

On the edge of the battlefield, there is a figure even more unsettling than the Black Tide itself.

That's a nest.

Its current size is dozens of times larger than when it first entered the battlefield.

A deep blue, gelatinous body flickered in and out of existence in the void, its bizarre ability to merge with rules causing it to constantly switch between "solid" and "rule-based" states. Whenever a superweapon beam shot out from a jump window behind it, the lair would suddenly materialize, then block it head-on with its massive blue body. Boom!!!

The light beam struck the gelatinous surface, but the energy, enough to destroy mountains, was completely absorbed and transformed upon contact.

Subsequently, the nest expanded in size again.

After blocking an attack, it would even swallow nearby floating warship wreckage.

Whether it's the energy cloud from the explosion or the broken and twisted metal fragments, they are all its "food".

Its rapid expansion in size and mass has even allowed it to begin forming its own miniature gravitational field.

The surrounding floating debris and energy embers will be slowly drawn towards it and then silently disappear into the gelatinous interior.

It's like a giant deep-sea whale leisurely swimming in the battlefield, and those warship wrecks are nothing more than krill it's devouring.

But that faintly visible figure is the nightmare of all the creatures that witnessed this scene!

Behind the battlefield.

Jemin floated silently in the void, his golden vertical eye between his brows slowly sweeping across the entire battlefield.

With the blessing of the incense and divine system, his perception covered the entire war zone, and casualty data for both sides was being updated in real time in his mental sea. And the result... was, of course, without any suspense.

The losses suffered by the Black Giants were negligible.

It is true that occasionally some unlucky individuals will perish.

For example, if the same weak point is hit by dozens of super weapons at the same time, the disturbance generated by the powerful energy will cause a slight delay in the operation of the Dao Soldier System, eventually causing irreversible damage to its core.

But such losses are so small that they don't even amount to a fraction of the legion's losses.

In contrast, the Tentacle Tree Fleet has suffered over 30% casualties in a short period of time.

A casualty rate of 30% is close to the brink of collapse for any civilized army.

But they still held on, even launching counterattacks repeatedly, which shows that they were indeed an elite force.

Just then, several teleportation arrays lit up around Jemin, and the Black Giant Priest emerged from the arrays, escorting several high-ranking officers and technical officials from the Tentacle Tree.

These prisoners were of a much higher rank than the previous batch from the border fleet.

The bark patterns on their trunks are more intricate, and the tips of their tentacles have a deep silvery-gray sheen.

The tentacle tree with the highest military rank still retained the bewilderment it felt when it was captured in its crystal eyes.

Clearly, he couldn't understand why he was still alive and standing before the enemy even though his flagship had been breached. Jemin raised his hand, his mental energy probing directly into the depths of the opponent's consciousness.

After reaching the Dao Integration Realm, this level of soul reading is no different for him than flipping through an open book.

Defense deployment, superweapon coordinates, command chain structure, hidden fleet locations...

A large amount of intelligence was completely extracted in just a few seconds.

Jemin slowly withdrew his mental energy, and the last trace of worry in his heart completely disappeared.

These memories contain no information about "dimensional origin fusion technology".

Although the Tentacle Tree Civilization belongs to the sixth level of technological civilization.

Their technology is not yet advanced enough to arbitrarily modify the laws of the plane, which means that the Tentacle Tree Civilization has almost no technology in terms of the origin of the plane.

This also means...

This plane has no ruler!

The inability to connect to the dimensional origin means that no one can merge with the dimensional origin in a desperate situation, dragging the entire world down with the enemy. This is actually one of the most typical characteristics of a technologically advanced civilization.

Their ability to mass-produce troops is not inferior to that of the wizarding civilization. The salvo from their main fleet just now was enough to prove this point. However, in the realm of utilizing the laws of planes, purely technological civilizations are indeed at a significant disadvantage. In many cases, they need to advance to a level seven civilization before they have the ability to access the origins of planes.

In other words, the current Tentacle Tree civilization can utilize dimensional resources with extremely high efficiency, but it cannot transform the entire world itself into a weapon. Previously, Jemin had deliberately controlled the intensity of his attacks.

Because what he was most worried about was that the enemy had this last trick up their sleeve.

In the history of wars among wizarding civilizations, it is not uncommon for a plane lord, driven to the brink of despair, to drag the entire world into self-destruction.

That level of destruction was enough to wipe the invading legion, along with its rear base, from the endless chaotic void.

But now... since there's no need to "control the temperature" for the opponent, there's no need to worry about it anymore.

Jemin slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the tentacle tree fleet that was still putting up a stubborn resistance ahead.

Their defenses have begun to crumble completely, with more and more gaps being torn open by the Black Giants.

A black wave is seeping in through those cracks, gradually dividing and surrounding the entire fleet.

Some warships have begun to break formation without authorization, attempting to escape the battlefield.

But most of them, just as they turn, are caught up by the faster black giants and torn in two by their bare hands.

Jemin remained calm.

Then, his voice entered the mental sea of ​​every black giant priest.

"Pass on the order."

"Except for a few warships, the rest of the fleet... will be completely annihilated!"

He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on the fleeting ships fleeing in panic.

"As for those that escaped, there's no need to pursue them; let them go back and report the news."

"At the very least, the commander of the next line of defense needs to know in advance what kind of force they are facing!"