"Wavering is good," said the Alchemy Crown with a smile, "with wavering, fewer of us will die, and that monster will gain less strength."
Although the war between the wizards and the Galaxy Mayflies rages intensely, several Truth Wizards are aware that the war is not the outcome they desire, merely a process to achieve their aims.
The disappearance of the Curse Crown weighed heavily on the hearts of many Truth Wizards like a mountain.
In terms of combat power, the Curse Crown might not be as formidable as the Shaping Energy Crown or the Alchemy Crown. But when it comes to survival capabilities, the two crowns cannot compare to the Curse Crown.
And now, the Curse Crown, along with several Dominators, have fallen into the Civilization Devourer’s trap, with no news at all.
This has forced many Truth Wizards to confront the threat posed by the Civilization Devourer.
"Miracle, any news from the Curse?" the Shaping Energy Crown asked Richard.
Richard shook his head, "None, but I can confirm the Curse Crown is not dead."
"As long as he’s not dead."
The Shaping Energy Crown rubbed his eyebrows, as if thinking of something, and spoke to Richard again.
"Miracle, there have been many messages about your Titans over the years. That dragon is applying to send these Titans to the front line, have you reviewed it?"
The leaders of the Wizard Army are mostly wizards from the Shape-shifting School, so the military department of the Truth Council is essentially dominated by the Shaping Energy Crown.
Major moves within the military department must go through his approval.
"Oh? Let me take a look."
Richard took out his Crown Crystal Ball from his pocket, and as soon as it lit up, Ista’s message popped up.
Richard glanced at it, after six years, of the more than five hundred Titans promoted at the time, three hundred and twenty have completed their promotion.
Nearly half of them failed.
However, due to the presence of the World Mushroom, the bodies of these failed Titans did not immediately perish but are controlled by the fungal seeds of the World Mushroom, transformed into Coexistence Titans.
Moreover, these Coexistence Titans are not avatars of the World Mushroom, but truly genuine Coexistence Titans.
The fungal fibers and the Titan bodies reacted, birthing new souls from within, somewhat like the Undead Creatures.
It’s just that Undead Creatures are negative energy beings, which are Death Energy creatures, while Coexistence Titans are Life Energy creatures.
These newly born Coexistence Titans bodies have reached the World Lord stage, but their souls remain mortal souls.
According to the report from the World Mushroom, these Coexistence Titans need to undergo another round of promotion to become World Lord level Titans.
Currently, these Coexistence Titans are somewhat like the World Lord level Alchemy Puppets of the Alchemy School.
On hearing this, the Alchemy Crown also glanced at his Crystal Ball, as all Crown Crystal Balls were made by him, any message through the Crystal Ball is visible to him.
"More than one hundred World Lords!?"
The Alchemy Crown couldn’t help but exclaim when he saw Ista’s report.
More than one hundred World Lords, and genuine civilized World Lords, not those Magic Beasts from the Beast Origin.
This number is considerable even for a civilization.
The halt of the Galaxy Mayfly’s offensive is precisely because of a loss of over one hundred World Lords.
"These are just Level 4 little guys, they’re not a threat." Richard nonchalantly waved his hand.
At this moment, all Truth Wizards sitting around the round table, except Richard, couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration.
If more than one hundred World Lords are still not considered a threat, then what is?
The Physique School has only a couple of Great Wizards who truly cannot pose a threat.
"More than one hundred isn’t a threat, what about two hundred, three hundred?" Physique Crown said softly.
As the wizard who first came across this information, he had thoroughly investigated all matters related to Richard’s cultivation of this batch of Titans.
The conclusion reached made him feel as if his worldview had been overturned.
Richard did nothing special; he merely selected Abyss Demons, then conducted bloodline bestowal.
Then, as he said, he allowed these Abyss Titans to undergo promotion in the Earth Veins.
The entire process had no extra actions.
Yet, in less than twenty years, he’d nurtured over one hundred World Lord level Titans.
What does that equate to?
It equates to Richard being able to raise a World Lord army just by spending a few hundred years in an Abyss World.
Who could withstand this?
"Although it can be cultivated, it must wait until the war ends for further cultivation," Richard said calmly, "Moreover, these little guys are genuinely little guys; their combat skills are lacking, new Wizards easily could single-handedly kill them.
Initially, my plan was for these little guys to strike in small teams, quickly forming encircle them.
But our army is evidently stronger than I imagined."
Richard’s calmness made the atmosphere in the meeting room a bit oppressive, the Crowns could feel that a third force was emerging in the Truth Council.
The gaze of the Shaping Energy Crown intersected with Richard’s.
In Richard’s eyes, the Shaping Energy Crown saw appreciation and apprehension, while in Richard’s eyes, the Shaping Energy Crown saw only one emotion—determination.
This type of look, he had seen it before.
It was the look in the eyes of the Curse Crown, only the Curse Crown’s eyes held pure curiosity.
The Shaping Energy Crown withdrew his gaze, glancing at the other Crowns.
"Let’s conclude the meeting here; the war is going well, hopefully next time we convene, we’ll be discussing how to deal with the Galaxy Mayflies."
"Ra, how many tribesmen do you have left?"
In the silent battlefield, two Mayfly Generals were conversing about the recent situation through the Mind Network.
"Three hundred and fifty thousand, with billions of offspring in the rear." The Mayfly General named Ra replied.
"And you, Su, how many of your White Tails remain?"
Su paused for a moment, then replied, "Half a million, the cubs are similar to you, also about a billion."
The Mind Network suddenly fell silent.
A day ago, they still had millions of tribesmen, but now, they were on the brink of extinction.
Galaxy Mayfly is a race with severe internal racial conflicts.
Subspecies born from different worlds dislike each other, and among these subspecies, those from different regions also have conflicts.
It is common for subspecies to destroy each other’s hatcheries in their struggles.
Although such disputes were forbidden by the Dominators of Mayfly after the war started, if the front-line army of the race is destroyed and no new army is born in the rear,
then their hatchery would not be under protection.
In the past, their army was endless, so this problem was negligible. But now, the production of their army can no longer keep up with the consumption, and extinction is naturally imminent.
The charred land exuded a nauseating stench, and beneath their feet, recovery insects were recovering the remnants of Witch Hunter Mayflies.
"Then we are practically extinct."
La’s thoughts were as heavy as mountains, and even transmitting through the Mind Network seemed to exhaust all his spiritual power.
Extinction is the most terrifying thing for Galaxy Mayflies.
This fear is engraved in their bloodline.
This fear led to the first exploration of Galaxy Mayflies - a Galaxy Mayfly on the brink of extinction rushed out of the world and returned thousands of years later.
Thus began the great expansion of Galaxy Mayflies.
Su’s thoughts were as fleeting as the wind, as if revealing a secret.
"I heard that a Dominator is collecting the young and eggs of various races, seemingly planning to escape like the pioneering Mayflies if the war turns unfavorable."
"Escape? Where to escape?" La’s thoughts suddenly became agitated.
"On the other side, we face other civilizations. Isn’t that jumping from the frying pan into the fire?"
Su wiggled his antennae: "Only the Mayfly Spirit would know that."
Subtle tremors spread through the ground.
The distant sky suddenly darkened, as if a dark cloud was approaching.
The two Mayfly Generals instantly became alert, and information about Mayflies being observed at the fortress was almost simultaneously resonating in their minds.
"The Wizards are attacking again. Based on observations, they have deployed War Beasts this time!"
A hundred kilometers outside the Flesh Fortress, a humanoid creature, completely entwined with black and red fungal threads and standing a hundred meters tall, was slowly moving towards the fortress.
On the rear top, Asu inside a War Airship looked at the colossal creature and couldn’t help exclaiming: "Boss, what kind of discovery did they make up there?
This giant is too... incredible."
As a Wild Beastman, Asu could directly feel the oppressive presence of this colossal creature.
It wasn’t a pressure from strength, but a pure suppression of bloodline.
The bloodline of this creature made his own bloodline feel endangered.
Gao Wen’s voice came from the speaker of the War Airship.
"It’s not a discovery, it’s a subordinate of the Miracle Crown. According to the data, this is a creature named Coexistence Titan.
Its body strength is at the level of Level 4 Creatures, but it cannot use witchcraft or engage in physical combat as flexibly as Level 4 Creatures."
With Richard’s permission, Coexistence Titans, Abyss Titans, and even Elderly have been deployed on the battlefield.
At the moment, the Wizards are fighting a favorable battle, perfect for training these little ones.
"Coexistence Titan? Wow, so this is a Titan."
Asu looked at the Coexistence Titan, a flash of excitement in his eyes. In the heritage of Wild Beastmen, the name Titan is honored with the title of Supreme of Flesh Evolution.
As a Physique Evolver, Asu felt that this title was well deserved.
The same scene appeared on different battlefields.
The successfully promoted Abyss Titans fought alongside the Great Wizard against the King of Mayfly, while Wuxiang transformed into a War Fortress, sweeping a warzone at an astounding speed.
Elderly, even more at ease, turned into a black storm, and everywhere it passed, whether Galaxy Mayfly or Flesh Fortress, turned into desolation.
In ten years, the Wizards completed the encirclement and annihilation.
Countless massive mayflies, either sealed or committing suicide, disappeared entirely from the battlefield.
Even the Mayfly Dimension sharply weakened.
Until now, only one world of the Wizards’ homeland remained unrecovered.
"...Please see our correspondent bringing you a report from the front lines."
In the Information Crystal Ball, the camera shifted to the front line. The massive Floating City Fleet leaped out from the Void, and the development of the technology from Previous Civilization allowed the Floating City to leverage the capabilities of Endless Dimension jumping.
This reduced the journey that would take years even at the speed of light to just a few months.
Behind the Wizard Civilization, countless Wizards watched this scene, each feeling a mix of tension.
Although in this era of successive victories, battlefield broadcasts have become quite commonplace.
But the world before them held extraordinary historical significance for the Wizards.
In the center of the fleet, the Great Wizard of the Bronze Spear, responsible for overall command, held a Crystal Ball, reporting to the rear:
"Fleet status is good, currently arrived at the small world numbered 011320, named Galaxy."
"Headquarters has received the report, proceed according to the planned actions."
Listening to the orders coming from the Crystal Ball, the Great Wizard of the Bronze Spear looked at the world before him, a cold smile appearing on his face.
"Galaxy World, the Wizards have returned!"