The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 815 Titans Strike, Homeland Reclaimed

“It’s good that things are wavering,” Alchemy Crown said with a smile. “If things are wavering, we can have fewer deaths, and that monster can gain less power.”

Although the war between the wizards and the Star River Mayflies was raging, the several truth wizards knew that the war was not the result they wanted, but merely a means for them to achieve their goals.

The disappearance of the Cursed Crown has weighed heavily on the hearts of many truth wizards.

In terms of combat power, the Cursed Crown may not be as strong as the Equipping Crown or the Alchemy Crown. However, in terms of survivability, neither of the two Crowns is as good as the Cursed Crown.

Now, the Cursed Crown, along with all the rulers, has fallen into the trap of the civilization devourers, and not a single word can be sent out.

This forced many truth wizards to confront the threat of civilization devourers.

"Any news about miracles or the curse?" the Corona of Energy asked Richard.

Richard shook his head: "No, but I can confirm that the Cursed Crown is not dead."

"It's good that you're not dead."

The Corona of Energy rubbed its brow, as if it had thought of something, and then spoke to Richard.

“Miracle, there’s been a lot of news about your Titans over the years. That dragon is applying to send these Titans to the front lines. Have you seen it?”

The wizard legions are mostly controlled by wizards of the Evocation school, so the military headquarters of the Council of Truth is essentially a one-man show under the Evocation Crown.

All major actions within the military must be approved by him.

"Oh? Let me take a look."

Richard took his crown crystal ball from his pocket, lit it, and Ishtar's message popped up.

Li glanced at the screen and saw that, after six years, of the more than five hundred Titans who were promoted initially, three hundred and twenty had already completed their promotion.

Nearly half of them failed.

However, due to the presence of the World Mushroom, these failed Titan bodies did not die directly, but were controlled by the World Mushroom's mycelial seeds and transformed into symbiotic Titans.

Moreover, these symbiotic titans are not clones of the World Mushroom, but true symbiotic titans.

The mycelium reacted with the Titan's body, giving birth to new souls, much like undead creatures.

However, undead creatures are negative energy creatures, that is, creatures of death energy, while symbiotic titans are creatures of life energy.

These newly formed symbiotic titans have reached the level of world rulers in terms of physical form, but their souls remain those of mortals.

According to World Mushroom's report, these symbiotic Titans still need to undergo another round of advancement before they can become World Lord-level Titans.

As things stand, these symbiotic titans are roughly equivalent to the world-master level alchemical golems of the alchemical school.

Upon hearing this, Alchemist Crown also glanced at his crystal ball. He had made the Crown Crystal Ball himself, and he could see any message passing through it.

"More than a hundred world lords!?"

Upon seeing Ishtar's report, the Alchemist Crown couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

More than a hundred world lords, and they are proper civilized world lords, not magical beasts like those from the Beast Plains.

This number is quite large even for a civilization.

The Star River Mayfly offensive was halted because of the loss of over a hundred World Lords in one instance.

“They’re all just level four little guys, nothing special,” Richard said casually, waving his hand.

Not going to amount to anything?
At this moment, all the truth wizards sitting at the round table, except for Richard, felt a surge of resentment.

If a hundred or so world lords don't count as a significant force, then what does?
The physicalist school's great wizards, numbering only in the tens, are truly insignificant.

“A hundred or so is not enough. What about two hundred or three hundred?” the Constitutional Crown said quietly.

As the first wizard to receive this news, he has investigated everything that happened before and after Richard trained these Titans.

The conclusion he reached, however, made him feel that his worldview had been overturned.

Richard did nothing; he simply selected the abyssal demons and then performed the bloodletting.

Then, as he instructed, he allowed these Abyss Titans to enter the ley lines for advancement.

There was not a single unnecessary action during the entire process.

Despite this, he managed to cultivate over a hundred Titans at the level of World Lords in less than twenty years.

What does this amount to?
This means that Richard only needs to stay in an abyss world for a few hundred years to be able to summon a legion of world rulers.

Who can stand this?
“Although we can train them, we’ll have to wait until after the war,” Richard said calmly. “Besides, these little guys are genuine little guys. Their combat skills aren’t good enough. Even a great wizard who’s a new wizard can kill them in one-on-one.”

My initial idea was to send these little guys out in small teams to quickly encircle and surround them.

But our legion is clearly stronger than I thought.

Richard's composure made the atmosphere in the conference room somewhat oppressive. The Crowns could sense that a third force was emerging in the Council of Truth.

The gazes of the sculpting crown and Richard's gazes met.

Richard saw admiration and apprehension in the eyes of the Energizing Corona, while the Energizing Corona saw only one thought in Richard's eyes—unwavering resolve.

He had seen this kind of look before.

That was the gaze of the Cursed Crown, except that the Cursed Crown's eyes held pure curiosity.

The Energy-Constructing Corona withdrew its gaze and glanced at the other coronas.

"Let's end the meeting here. The war is going very well. Hopefully, the next time we meet, we'll be discussing how to deal with the Star Mayflies."

……

"La, how many of your people do you have?"

On the silent battlefield, two mayfly generals discussed the latest situation in their mental network.

“Three hundred and fifty thousand, and there are over a billion more in the back,” replied General Mayfly, who was called “La.”

"And you, Su, how many people are left in your White Tail?"

Su paused for a moment, then replied, "Five hundred thousand. The kid is about the same as you, also a little over a billion."

The mental network suddenly fell silent.

Just a day ago, their people numbered in the millions; now, they are on the verge of extinction. The Star River Mayflies are a race plagued by severe internal racial conflict.

Subspecies born in different worlds dislike each other, and among these subspecies, there are also subspecies from different regions, which also have conflicts with each other.

It is common for subspecies to fight and destroy each other's hatcheries.

Although this kind of struggle was forbidden by the Ephemeral Overlords after the war began, as long as the race's frontline legions were destroyed and no new legions were formed in the rear, such conflicts would continue.

Then their clan's incubation pool would not be under protection.

In the past, their legions were endless, so this didn't matter. But now, their legion production can't keep up with consumption, and annihilation is naturally imminent.

The scorched earth reeked of a nauseating stench, and beneath their feet, recycling worms were scavenging the remains of witch mayflies.

"Then it would be equivalent to the extermination of our entire race."

La's thoughts were as heavy and stagnant as mountains; merely passing through the network of his mind seemed to have exhausted all his mental energy.

For the Star River Mayfly, annihilation is the most terrifying thing.

This is a fear etched into their very blood.

This fear led to the first exploration by the Star Mayfly—a Star Mayfly on the verge of extinction rushed out of the world and returned ten thousand years later.

This led to the great exploration of the Milky Way mayfly.

"maybe."

Sue's thoughts drifted like the wind, as if she were telling some secret.

"I heard that a sovereign is collecting the offspring and eggs of various races, seemingly planning to escape like the pioneer mayflies did when things went wrong."

"Escape? Where to escape to?" La's thoughts suddenly became agitated.

"On our other side are other civilizations. Isn't this like lambs to the slaughter?"

Su shook its antennae: "Only the spirit of the mayfly would know that."

rumbling...

A subtle tremor traveled through the earth.

The sky in the distance suddenly darkened, as if a dark cloud was drifting in.

The two mayfly generals instantly perked up, as information about the mayflies observed in the fortress almost simultaneously resonated in their minds.

"The wizards are attacking again, and this time, based on observation, they've deployed war behemoths!"

A hundred kilometers away from the flesh and blood fortress, a humanoid creature, hundreds of meters tall and covered in black and red mycelium, was slowly moving toward the fortress.

Above and behind him, Asu, inside the war airship, looked at the behemoth and couldn't help but exclaim, "Boss, what discovery has the upper deck made?"

This giant is just too... too powerful!

As a berserker, Asu could directly feel the oppressive aura emanating from this colossal creature.

That wasn't a pressure based on strength, but a suppression based purely on bloodline.

The creature's bloodline made its own bloodline sense danger.

Gawain's voice came through the loudspeaker of the warship.

"This isn't a discovery; these are subordinates of the Miracle Crown. According to the data, they are a type of creature called the Symbiotic Titan."

Its physical strength is at the level of a level four creature, but it cannot use witchcraft or fight as nimbly with its physical body as a level four creature.

With Richard's permission, the Symbiotic Titans, the Abyssal Titans, and even Aldrich joined the battle.

The wizards are currently winning, which is a good opportunity to train these little guys.

"Symbiotic Titan? Goodness, this is a Titan."

Asu looked at the symbiotic Titan, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. In the legacy of the berserkers, the name Titan was given to those who had achieved the highest level of flesh and blood evolution.

As a fellow physique evolver, Asu felt that this title was well-deserved.

The same scene appears on different battlefields.

The ascended Abyss Titans, together with the Grand Wizard, fought against the Mayfly King, and the war fortress formed from the Formless swept away a war zone at an astonishing speed.

Aldridge thrived in his new environment, transforming into a black storm that left desolation in its wake, leaving behind everything from star-studded mayflies to flesh-and-blood fortresses.

In ten years, the wizards completed the encirclement and annihilation.

Countless enormous mayflies, either sealed away or committed suicide, vanished from the battlefield.

As a result, the dimensions of the mayfly also suddenly weakened by one level.

Thus, only one world remained of the wizard's homeland that had not been reclaimed.

……

"...Please see our reporter's on-site report."

Inside the information crystal ball, the camera shifted to the front lines. A massive fleet of floating cities leaped out of the void; the technological advancements of previous civilizations had granted these floating cities the ability to traverse through endless dimensions.

This means that a journey that would take years even at the speed of light can be completed in just a few months.

Behind the wizarding civilization, countless wizards watched this scene, and a sense of tension arose in their hearts.

Although in this era of continuous victories, battlefield broadcasts have become quite commonplace.

But this world before them holds extraordinary historical significance for wizards.

In the center of the fleet, the Bronze Spear Archmage, in charge of overall command, held a crystal ball and reported to the rear:
"The fleet is in good condition and has now arrived at a small world called Star River, numbered 011320."

"Headquarters has received the order and will proceed according to the plan."

Hearing the commands coming from the crystal ball, the Bronze Spear Archmage looked at the world before him and couldn't help but sneer.

"The Wizards are back in the Star River World!"

(End of this chapter)