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

Chapter 597 War Machines and Meetings

There was no change of day or night in the banquet hall; the flowing star map on the dome always maintained the same brightness; and elves and mechanical creatures tirelessly moved among the crowd.

But according to his internal biological clock, three whole days had passed since the banquet began.

For three days, the wizards drank, chatted, and exchanged academic ideas.

Some people found old friends they hadn't seen for years, some met peers from other factions, and some closed several deals.

Everyone had a warm smile on their face, and the atmosphere was as lively as a real party.

Jemin and Viola also became much more well-behaved.

The swelling from Clark's beating hadn't completely subsided, and the two, their faces bruised and purple, weaved through the crowd, savoring the incredibly delicious food. Three days later, at some point, four beams of light appeared simultaneously high in the sky.

It is Felix and three other artificial intelligences.

They appeared abruptly in the center of the banquet hall without any warning.

The music in the banquet hall stopped abruptly, and all the elves and mechanical creatures ceased their movements, turning into specks of light and dissipating.

The long tables that filled the square, the exquisite tableware, and the enticingly fragrant food vanished without a trace in the same instant. The magnificent golden dome disappeared, revealing a greyish-white sky.

"The enemy is ready." Felix and the other three AIs remained calm, as if stating something trivial. "We are about to enter the battlefield."

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the entire space changed.

The wizards who were just raising their glasses in celebration now had all their relaxed and leisurely expressions vanish.

Some put away their wine glasses and put on their staffs; some people's robes turned into specks of light and dispersed, revealing the battle robes they had already put on underneath; and some people stretched their muscles and bones, their joints cracking.

The wizards acted silently, according to their respective ranks.

The level six wizards began to assemble in their pre-assigned teams, while the level seven wizards rose into the air, their gazes as sharp as those of eagles.

Even the level eight wizards descended from the sky and dispersed into their respective teams, serving as leaders of each combat squad. The wizards went from a lively and peaceful banquet to a battlefield filled with killing intent in just a few seconds.

When the changes occurred in the banquet hall, Jemin and Viola began searching for Clark.

Before I had been searching for long, someone suddenly patted my shoulder.

Turning his head, Castillo appeared beside him at some point.

She had changed out of her red evening gown, replacing it with a dark red battle robe covered in dense runes. Her aura had also changed; she was no longer the woman who had laughed heartily at the banquet, but a seventh-level wizard exuding a tyrannical aura.

"Your advisor is over there." She gestured with her chin in a certain direction. "Stay close to him and don't wander off."

Castillo glanced at Clark again, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Take care of yourself."

Clark nodded expressionlessly: "You too."

Jemin and Viola immediately stood up straight and smiled.

Goodbye, Madam.

"You're too kind, Madam!"

The two men were still bruised and battered, and when they smiled, you could even see gaps in their teeth. Castillo smiled at them, then his expression returned to calm as he turned and strode towards the Crimson Court area.

The team over there had already assembled, all dressed in dark red robes, exuding a strong aura of blood.

Castillo walked to the front of the group, whispered a few words to a few level seven wizards, and then disappeared into the sea of ​​red.

Clark walked over to Jemin and Viola.

He had already changed into his battle robes, and his expression had returned to its usual indifference.

The rough bracelet on her wrist was still firmly on.

"I'm leaving," he said.

He paused again as he lifted his leg, glanced at the two of them, and sighed, "Thank you both for your help this time. You don't need to maintain this posture anymore."

Upon hearing this, Jemin and Viola immediately laughed.

Jemin wiped his face, and his bruised and swollen face immediately returned to normal, even his lost teeth grew back. Viola did the same, and then the two of them quickly followed their instructor Clark and joined the group next to them.

As the wizards of the four major factions separated, the earth began to tremble.

The four ship decks slowly separated, and the temporary connecting channels between them broke and disappeared.

But this separation was different from the previous ones. As each ship's position separated, its shape began to change drastically.

The metal beneath Jemin's feet was folding and reassembling, even rapidly expanding, with countless new structures rising from the ground.

Rune Towers, Energy Nodes, Protective Barriers, Attack Arrays...

The entire ship's plane resembled a colossal beast awakening, every "muscle" expanding and every "bone" reinforcing. When the changes ceased, Jemin looked at the enormous creature beneath his feet and couldn't help but gasp.

This is the Star Ring Federation's signature weapon of war, known as the "Quantum Entanglement Flagship".

The entire ship plane has transformed into a giant ring with a diameter exceeding ten million kilometers, densely covered with countless rune nodes, each emitting a ghostly blue light.

The lights flickered at a specific frequency, echoing each other and forming an energy network that covered the entire ring.

At the center of the ring, a distorted quantum cloud is slowly rotating; that is the core of this flagship, an ultimate engine capable of instantly clearing an area measured in light-years.

From the other three directions, three other enormous creatures also bared their fangs.

The Crimson Royal Court's "Perfect Ecological Nest" unfolds in a complex pattern, a colossal structure woven from flesh and metal, its surface covered with countless writhing organs and tissues.

It breathes, and with each breath it spews out a large amount of red mist, which condenses in the air into various twisted shapes before being reabsorbed by the mother nest.

Inside the nest, countless incubation chambers were in operation, containing various modified combat creatures. They slumbered, waiting to be awakened at any moment.

The Void Architecture Institute's "Folding Palace" looks like a building that defies all the common sense of physics.

Its structure is constantly changing, presenting a different geometric shape every second.

Cubes, spheres, polyhedra, hypercubes... all forms exist simultaneously and disappear simultaneously.

Its surface is covered with silver-white runes, each of which flashes at the speed of light.

The Anti-Entropy Alliance's "Torrent Ring" resembles a river composed of countless silvery-white particles, flowing slowly through the void. These particles are nanoscale combat units, each possessing independent consciousness and combat capabilities.

They can form any shape, penetrate any defense, devour any matter, and replicate themselves.

When they come together, they become a torrent capable of engulfing everything.

These four war machines are the ultimate creations of four wizarding factions.

Standing at the edge of the quantum entanglement flagship, Jemin gazed at the three equally enormous figures in the distance, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him. This... was the power of the wizarding civilization.

The space in front of the flagship began to distort.

Countless runes lit up simultaneously, and the quantum cloud spun wildly, releasing energy powerful enough to tear apart the dimensional barrier.

A massive rift slowly opened in the void, and on the other side of the rift lay an unfamiliar star field in the endless chaotic void.

As the spatial rift opened, Jemin saw the scene on the other side.

Then, he couldn't help but gasp.

Approaching them was a "warship" pieced together from fragments of a broken plane.

The fragments varied in size and shape, as if they had been forcibly glued together by some kind of violence.

Between the fragments, countless shriveled corpses and wailing souls could be seen—the fuel of this warship, slowly burning.

The surface of the warship was covered with rough runes, each of which emitted an ominous dark red light.

The structure of those runes was extremely primitive, but each one contained astonishing energy.

They are the masterpieces of countless wizards, and also the graveyards of countless lives.

And on those warships, countless wizards also stood.

The moment Jemin saw them clearly, a strong sense of unease welled up inside him.

The wizards on their side were dressed in magnificent clothes, with a cold and rational demeanor, exuding the composure of a highly civilized society.

The wizards on the other side... regardless of their level, all had withered faces, as if all their life force had been drained.

Their bodies exhibited various deformities; some had extra arms, some had faces covered with cracked eyes, and some had bodies twisted into irregular shapes.

Their robes also varied in shape, and many even looked like living beings.

But what concerned Jemin most was the emotion revealed in their eyes.

Those eyes held no rationality, no composure, only extreme madness and greed.

They looked at the wizard like hungry wolves eyeing fresh meat, or like drowning people grasping at driftwood.

That primal look in his eyes sent chills down Jemin's spine.

He suddenly felt that if the wizards here were more like the arcane mages or sorcerers he had seen in his previous life, then the wizards of the other world were more deserving of the title "wizard".

Bizarre, insane, and ruthless.

After the initial shock, Jemin quickly began to assess the opponent's strength.

There were quite a few level six wizards on the other side, but each of them had been radically modified, and some of them even had difficulty maintaining their human form in normal circumstances.

However, the sense of threat they exuded was far less than that of the level six wizards around them.

It's like a knife that looks intimidating, but whose blade is actually dull.

There are some level seven wizards, but their numbers are far fewer than here.

As for level eight wizards…

Jemin squinted and carefully sensed for a long time before finally confirming a fact: the number of level eight wizards on the other side was extremely small.

It seems to be exactly the same as what Dean Avery Knight said.

Without a ninth-level wizard to balance the power and set the rules, the wizard civilization in the parallel world is far inferior to them in every aspect.

(I have something to do tomorrow, so I'm asking for leave in advance.)