The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 809 The Great War

The Wizarding World, formerly the Black Tower Wizarding Academy's central Black Tower, now the temporary headquarters of the School of Miracles, on the ninety-ninth floor.

"What's the situation at the front now?" Richard asked calmly.

Inside the room, Richard sat in front of a bookshelf at the back of the laboratory, with a desk in front of him. Opposite the desk, old Abel, who had already been promoted to Grand Wizard and joined the School of Miracles, sat calmly, holding a magic book-shaped informational artifact in his hand.

Faced with Richard's question, old Abel turned the pages of his book and then quickly reported: "Everything is fine at the front, however, as we advance, the resistance of the Star Mayflies is increasing."

According to the alchemical master, the technology of the Star Mayfly is advancing by leaps and bounds.

Although they are not as advanced as us at present, if they continue to develop at this pace, it will be difficult for us to maintain our technological lead.

According to reports from a wizard who infiltrated the Star River Mayfly's interior, a large-scale archaeological campaign has recently begun inside. These technological advancements likely originate from the ruins of a previous civilization.

"Large-scale archaeology?"

Richard looked slightly taken aback, then his brows furrowed slightly.

While relying on archaeology for technological advancement may seem absurd, if there are civilization devourers behind the scenes, this seemingly ridiculous endeavor can actually be extremely beneficial.

This doesn't even require the civilization devourer to do anything; it only needs to stir up some of the threads of fate, allowing the galactic mayfly to reap the rewards of archaeology.

The galaxy mayfly will begin to act on its own, thus shifting the thread of fate.

"Sigh, these mayflies are such a handful," Richard sighed softly.

"Take a look at the map."

Old Abel took a crystal ball from his pocket, and with the infusion of magic, the crystal ball projected a strategic map.

On the map, the wizards are reclaiming their occupied lands. On the vast battlefront, two offensive fronts are advancing from both sides, like a gaping maw.

Upon seeing this battlefront, Richard raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise on his face.

"This plan is a bit too radical, such a large encirclement."

Although Richard, as the Crown Prince, possessed sufficient authority to know all the attack plans, he hadn't actually reviewed the actual war plans because he went to seek out the Hearth-People dimension immediately after the Richard Conference ended.

“But if we succeed, we will reclaim all of our homeland,” old Abel added.

Richard shook his head slightly: "No wonder the council asked me to come back a few years ago. If such a radical plan doesn't have a truth wizard to back it up, it will be a big problem if something goes wrong."

As he surveyed the two vanguards on the front lines, he knew that these two vanguards were not slowed down by the Star River Mayfly.

They were just waiting for their own arrival.

……

9457 world.

The massive floating fortress within the boundary hovered in the sky like a mountain.

Hundreds of small floating cities surrounded him as his "escort fleet." Around these small floating cities were numerous warships and anti-aircraft floating cannons.

From the ground, the entire sky was obscured by the fleet.

"Hey, Gawain, how was the attack? How many credits did you get?"

Inside the floating fortress, a pretty witch greeted Gawain.

The witch had a pair of antlers on her head, a tall figure, and wore a multi-functional power armor specifically designed for logistics wizards.

However, the standard multi-functional power armor was much bulkier than the one she was wearing, suggesting that she had modified it.

"Forget about gaining merit; just being alive is good enough."

Gao Wen waved his hand wearily, somewhat helpless about the problem.

The smooth progress of the war gave many logistics wizards a false sense of security about the war—that it was very easy to gain merit on the battlefield.

"Haha, you're always so modest."

The witch hugged Gawain, then high-fived Asu behind Gawain and said, "Hey, Asu! Have you been stealing the rations again lately?"

Upon hearing this, Asu's eyes widened immediately, and he shouted, "This is slander! Utter slander!"

“Hahahaha,” the witch laughed like a silver bell, then turned to Gawain and winked, “Gawain, remember to take stock of the logistics resources next time you come back. My glasses tell me that Asu has gained ten kilograms since before. He must have been sneaking food lately.”

Upon hearing this, Asu looked at Gao Wen with a wronged expression.

"Boss, this woman is slandering me!"

Looking at the two arguing, Gao Wen showed a helpless smile.

The smooth progress of the battle improved the atmosphere on the battlefield.

Three hundred years ago, he could never have dreamed of such a scene.

“Alright, Asu,” Gawain interrupted. “Tell me before you eat your rations next time. It’s not that I’m stopping you from eating, but if you keep gaining weight, you’ll have to wear an oversized alchemical power armor.”

Upon hearing this, Asu became even more agitated. He clutched his chest, his face contorted with heartache, and said, "Boss, I never imagined you would believe this woman. I've followed you for over three hundred years..."

"I've counted the dry rations."

"Haha, the weather is really nice today."

Back in his room, Gawain took off his alchemical power armor, revealing a body that had undergone partial mechanical modification.

Although he was a third-circle alchemist, the pragmatism honed by war led him to abandon extreme ideas.

Alchemical prosthetic bodies have their advantages, and bloodline modification has its wonders.

Gawain's room was sparsely decorated, more in the style of an old-fashioned wizard—bookshelves, a desk, and a makeshift repair room that Gawain had built himself. In the past, a room like this would have been unthinkable for Gawain. Now, however, such a room was standard for third-ring wizards.

Upon opening the communication crystal ball, Gao Wen saw a number of messages.

Most of these were greetings from legion members—as a third-ring wizard, Gawain was already the company commander of an elite wizard legion.

A small portion of the messages came from old friends, most of whom were legion commanders or higher. Whenever they had free time, they would exchange intelligence from the front lines.

Of course, in addition to these innocuous messages, there were also some glaringly graphic, blood-red messages mixed in with the news.

These were death notices. Although the war situation had improved, death was still inevitable. Even with three chances, being killed in action was common.

Gawain looked at the death notices with an extremely calm expression.

Three hundred years of war had made him accustomed to death.

After browsing the group chat for a while and confirming that there was no important information, Gao Wen sighed.

"Sigh, no useful information. I'd better keep studying."

As a new wizard who has only received line-filling wizard education, his ability to survive to this day, besides luck, is mainly due to his knowledge.

The advantage of equipment distributed by logistics departments has always been its cost-effectiveness. Just like the spell models taught in the academy, they are always the simplest and easiest to learn.

To survive better, wizards must modify their equipment themselves.

But just as Gawain put down the information crystal ball, an old wizard who had already retired to the background sent a message.

"Pay attention to the few at the forefront recently. The Crown of Miracles has returned from the endless dimensions and has now arrived in the World of Ashes."

Our major offensive will likely begin soon.

"The Return of the Crown of Miracles?"

Upon seeing this message, Gao Wen's mind was instantly transported back three hundred years.

That was the most dangerous war he had ever experienced, and the terror of the Dominator was deeply etched into his bones after that war.

"Is another major war about to break out?"

Gao Wen looked at the crystal ball, his face showing no fear or confusion, only determination.

A steadfast commitment to survival.

He picked up the communication crystal ball and found Asu's communication number.

"A-Su, stop fooling around."

A great war is coming.

……

The World of Ashes.

"My lord, these are the Blood Titans from all these years."

On the vast plains, Ishtar, a ten-meter-tall man with a dragon's head and human body, led a group of Titans who were a head shorter than him and bowed slightly to Richard.

Richard nodded and glanced at the Abyss Titan behind Ishtar.

"Five hundred and seventy-two... You haven't been lazy all these years."

Richard set the standard for Ishtar's bloodletting as elite demons. In just under fourteen years, Ishtar managed to produce 572 Abyss Titans despite the high mortality rate of bloodletting. Ishtar was indeed very dedicated to fulfilling his orders.

Ishtar lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "I will do my best to complete your orders. How could I possibly slack off?"

Richard smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

The next moment, Ishtar's body trembled violently, and the life radiation in his body surged as if gasoline had been poured on it.

A moment later, Ishtar's body returned to calm, and then without hesitation, she bowed ninety degrees to Richard, her expression filled with emotion:

"Ishtar thanks the chieftain!"

Richard waved his hand and laughed, "Just a drop of blood."

For Richard, his blood was just ordinary blood, but for ordinary abyssal creatures, Richard's blood was a powerful tonic for evolution.

Richard's gaze fell upon the Abyss Titans, and under his gaze, a profound sense of awe and fear welled up within them.

"Their qualities are all good, but their levels of evolution are somewhat uneven."

Richard waved to them, and then a surge of the power of the five elements arranged these abyssal titans, capable of moving mountains, into a circle around him.

"Although it's best to do the evolution yourself, this is a special case, so I have to use special methods."

Having said that, Richard's abyssal power surged, and a powerful energy field instantly enveloped all the abyssal titans.

This is an ability he has come to understand on his own over the years.

"Feel your body, follow your instincts. You are now in my Abyss Evolution Field. In this field, your life core will loosen. As long as you follow your instincts, your bodies can evolve."

Richard's voice rang in the ears of the many Titans, who were all elites among elites, and naturally could fulfill Richard's request with ease.

The next instant, all the Titans' bodies erupted with powerful energy fluctuations.

Their life core has been activated by the field, and their cells are craving energy and matter to complete their evolution.

On the outskirts of the field, Ishtar watched this scene and felt that his worldview had been turned upside down.

Evolution... can be like this?
(End of this chapter)