Wizard World, former Black Tower Wizard Academy Central Black Tower, now Miracle School temporary headquarters, ninety-ninth floor.
"What’s the situation at the frontline now?" Richard asked calmly.
Inside the room, Richard sat in front of the bookshelf inside the laboratory, with a desk in front of him. Across the desk, Old Abel, who had been promoted to Great Wizard and joined the Miracle School, calmly sat, holding an information magic armor in the form of a magic book in his hand.
Facing Richard’s question, Old Abel flipped through pages and quickly reported, "Everything is fine at the frontline, however, as we advance, the resistance forces of the Galaxy Mayfly are increasing.
According to the judgment of the Great Wizard from the Alchemy School, the Galaxy Mayfly’s technology is making rapid progress.
Though presently, they are still behind us, if they continue developing at this rate, it will be difficult to maintain our technological lead.
And according to the reports from the wizards who infiltrated the Galaxy Mayfly, there is a large-scale archaeological activity recently underway inside the Galaxy Mayfly. It seems these technological advancements are coming from the ruins of previous civilizations."
"Large-scale archaeology?"
Richard showed a hint of surprise on his face, then furrowed his brows slightly.
Although relying on archaeology for technological development seems incredibly amusing, if there’s a Civilization Devourer fanning the flames behind the scenes, what seems amusing might actually yield significant benefits.
This doesn’t even require the Civilization Devourer to do much; it just needs to stir some threads of destiny, allowing the Galaxy Mayfly to glean rewards from their archaeological pursuits.
And Galaxy Mayfly themselves will start taking action, thereby shifting the threads of destiny.
"Sigh, these Mayflies truly are worrisome." Richard sighed softly.
Old Abel took out a crystal ball from his pocket, and with the infusion of magic power, it projected a strategic map.
On the map, the wizards were reclaiming their previously occupied land, on a massive war front, two offensive tips advanced from both sides of the front line, resembling a large mouth.
Seeing this front line, Richard raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a hint of surprise on his face.
"This plan is quite aggressive, such a large encirclement."
Although Richard, as Crown Throne, had enough authority to know all the offensive plans, because Richard went searching for the Furnace Man Dimension as soon as the meeting was over, he hadn’t actually reviewed the real war plans.
"But if successful, all our homeland will be reclaimed," Old Abel added.
Richard shook his head slightly, "No wonder the council wanted me back a few years ago. Such aggressive plans, if not backed by a Truth Wizard, could lead to major issues if anything goes wrong."
Richard looked at the two offensive tips on the front line. He knew these tips were not delayed by the Galaxy Mayfly.
They were just waiting for his arrival.
The gigantic floating fortress within the realm hovered in the sky like a mountain.
Around it, hundreds of small floating cities served as its "escort fleet," surrounding it on all sides. And around these small floating cities, there were numerous war airships and groups of floating cannons.
From the ground, the entire sky appeared covered by the fleet.
"Hey, Gao Wen, how did the attack go this time? How much war merit did you earn?"
Inside the floating fortress, a charming witch greeted Gao Wen.
The witch had a pair of antlers on her head, a tall slender figure, wearing multifunctional power armor specific to logistics wizards.
However, the standard multifunctional power armor was bulkier than the one she wore; it seemed she had modified her power armor.
"What earning war merit, surviving is good enough."
Gao Wen waved his hand tiredly, feeling somewhat helpless toward this question.
The smooth progress of the war gave many logistics wizards a false impression—that earning war merit from the battlefield was quite easy.
"Haha, you’re always so modest."
The witch hugged Gao Wen, then high-fived Asu behind Gao Wen, saying, "Hey, Asu! Have you been secretly snacking on logistics rations again?"
Upon hearing this, Asu’s eyes widened, exclaiming, "That’s slander, pure slander!"
"Hahaha," the witch let out a silvery laugh, then winked at Gao Wen, "Gao Wen, remember to check logistics resources next time you come back. My glasses tell me that Asu has gained ten kilograms again, he must have been sneaking food recently."
Upon hearing this, Asu looked aggrievedly at Gao Wen.
"Boss, this woman is slandering me!"
Watching the bickering two, Gao Wen showed a hint of helpless smile on his face.
The smooth progress of the war had improved the atmosphere on the battlefield.
Three hundred years ago, he couldn’t dream of such a scene.
"Okay, Asu." Gao Wen interrupted, "Just tell me before snacking on rations next time. It’s not like I’m forbidding you, but if your weight increases further, you’ll have to wear an extra-large alchemy power armor."
Upon hearing this, Asu became even more agitated, clutching his chest and looking heartbroken, "Boss, I didn’t expect you to believe this woman; I’ve been with you for over three hundred years..."
"I’ve counted the rations."
"Haha, the weather is lovely today."
Returning to his room, Gao Wen took off his alchemy power armor, revealing a semi-mechanical modified body.
Although he was a Three Rings Alchemy Wizard, the pragmatism cultivated by war made him abandon extreme ideas.
Alchemy prosthetics have their advantages, and bloodline transformation has its wonders.
Gao Wen’s room was unadorned, resembling an old wizard’s style from an earlier era—bookshelves, a desk, and a repair shop Gao Wen had built himself.
In the past, Gao Wen couldn’t even imagine a room . But now, this type of room has become standard for Three Rings Wizards.
Gao Wen opened the Communication Crystal Ball and saw quite a lot of messages in it.
Most of these were greetings from legion members — as a Three Rings Wizard, Gao Wen was already a Company Commander in an elite Wizard legion.
A smaller portion was messages from old friends; most of them were at the level of Legion Commander, and whenever they had time, they would exchange information from the front lines.
Of course, besides these innocuous messages, there were also some glaring blood-red messages mixed in.
These were fallen notifications; although the situation of the war was improving, death remained inevitable. Even with three chances, casualties were common.
Gao Wen looked at those fallen notifications with extreme calmness.
Three hundred years of war had accustomed him to death.
After checking the message groups and confirming there was no important information, Gao Wen sighed.
"Sigh, nothing useful. Better continue studying."
As a new Wizard who had only undergone filling wizard education, his survival until now, aside from luck, was primarily reliant on knowledge.
Equipment issued by logistics always had the advantage of being cost-effective. Just like the Magic Model taught at the Academy, it was always the simplest and easiest to learn.
To live better, a Wizard must modify their equipment themselves.
Just as Gao Wen set down the Information Crystal Ball, a retired old Wizard sent a message.
"For those on the front edge, pay attention recently. The Miracle Crown has returned from the Endless Dimension and has now arrived in the Ashen Day World.
Our major offensive is expected to begin soon."
"The Miracle Crown has returned?"
Gao Wen’s mind was instantly pulled back three hundred years by this message.
That was the most perilous war he had experienced; the terror of the Dominator was deeply engraved into his bones after that war.
"Another major war, huh."
Gao Wen looked at the Crystal Ball, his face showing no fear or confusion, only determination.
Determination to survive.
He picked up the Communication Crystal Ball and found Asu’s communication number.
"Asu, stop messing around.
The major war is coming."
"Sir, these are the Blood Empowered Titans from these years."
On the vast plains, the dragon-headed, ten-meter tall Ista, with a group of Titans shorter than him in tow, slightly bowed to Richard.
Richard nodded, briefly surveying the Abyss Titans behind Ista.
"Five hundred seventy-two... Well, you haven’t exactly been lazy all these years."
Richard had set the blood empowerment standard for Ista at elite Demons, and managing to produce five hundred seventy-two Abyss Titans in fourteen years, despite the high fatality rate, showed that Ista was indeed diligent in executing orders.
Ista lowered his head slightly, speaking in a deep voice, "Your orders will always be fulfilled to the best of my ability, there’s no question of laziness."
Richard chuckled and patted his shoulder.
In the next instant, Ista’s body suddenly shuddered, and his life radiation flared like gasoline being ignited.
Moments later, Ista’s form returned to calm, and without hesitation, he bowed deeply to Richard, ninety degrees, and with an excited expression said:
"Ista thanks the Clan Leader!"
Richard waved his hand and smiled, "It’s just a drop of blood."
To Richard, his blood was ordinary, but for common Abyss Creatures, Richard’s blood was a potent elixir for evolution.
Richard’s gaze landed on these Abyss Titans; under Richard’s watch, a surge of profound reverence and fear welled in their hearts.
"Their qualities are good, but the evolutionary stages vary considerably."
Richard gestured towards them, and suddenly a force of Five Elements gathered these mountain-moving Abyss Titans into a circle around Richard.
"Although self-evolution is best, under the current special circumstances, I must resort to special methods."
Having said that, Richard stirred the Power of Abyss within himself; a powerful energy field instantaneously enveloped all the Abyss Titans.
This was a skill he had comprehended in recent years.
"Feel your bodies, follow your instincts. You are now in my Abyssal Evolution Field; in this field, your Life Cores will loosen, and you will evolve as long as you follow your instincts."
Richard’s voice resonated in the ears of many Titans, who were elite among elites, and could naturally fulfill Richard’s requirements with great composure.
In the next moment, each Titan’s body erupted with mighty energy waves.
Their Life Cores had been opened by the field; their cells were craving energy and material to complete evolution.
On the field’s edge, Ista watched this scene, feeling his worldview overturned.
Evolution... could be achieved ?