Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 415 The Arrival of "God"
The seventh quadrant, Zephyr region.

This was once a rich star system with nine habitable planets.

The three main-sequence stars in the star system emit a warm glow, providing energy for countless intelligent lives.

But now, this place has become hell.

The war, which lasted for thirteen standard years, completely changed the appearance of this galaxy.

The light of the three main-sequence stars dimmed and turned blood red.

The surface of the star is constantly erupting with unusual flares, which are the wounds left by massive energy collisions.

Countless bands of debris, like giant snakes, swirled in space.

Mixed among them were fragments of broken warships, the skeletons of cosmic behemoths, and completely vaporized planetary debris.

In the heart of this desolate battlefield, a contest that will determine the survival of civilization continues.

At this moment, a biological warship was slowly turning around.

This is not a cold, metallic creation, but a truly living thing.

The warship's hull is made of a translucent cartilaginous material, and its surface is covered with dense nerve patterns.

Inside, energy conduction channels resembling blood vessels can be clearly seen, pulsating rhythmically, with each contraction propelling the circulation of vital fluids within the ship.

The enormous compound eye on the bow of the ship turned as if it were alive.

The deep blue light flashed, emitting invisible psionic probes into the surrounding space.

Whenever the probe waves swept across the wizard fleet, the pupils of the compound eyes would slightly contract, displaying a kind of biological instinctive vigilance.

This is the main warship of the Vital Republic—the "Symbiotic" class biological mothership.

As the undisputed dominant civilization in this quadrant, the Vitals developed a unique biotechnology system.

Their species resembles octopuses in appearance, but is much larger, with the tentacles of adult individuals reaching several meters in length.

Even more remarkably, the nobles of the Vital people sign a "soul contract" with a giant star beast from birth, forming a symbiotic relationship.

Inside the bio-warship, thousands of Vital warriors are directly connected to the ship's neural network through tentacles.

They didn't need any instruments or equipment; every inch of the warship's flesh and blood became an extension of their senses, and every heartbeat resonated with the ship's hull.

"Enemy reinforcement signal detected..."

The thoughts of a Vital commander fluctuated within the collective consciousness network:

"Those damned wizards again...and there are even more of them this time..."

In their shared perception, distant space was being distorted.

Cracks as dazzling as the aurora borealis tore open across the starry sky, emitting unsettling colored halos.

That was a sign of an interdimensional portal, meaning a new wave of reinforcements from the wizarding civilization was about to arrive.

The first to emerge from the cracks were the vanguard of the wizard fleet.

In stark contrast to the Vital people's biological aesthetics, these warships exhibit a different, twisted, and eerie technological style.

The ship's hull is made of a kind of liquid metal that can reconstruct itself, and its surface is covered with a dense network of rune circuits.

Whenever these runes light up, the surrounding space subtly distorts, blurring the boundaries of reality.

But what is most disturbing are the hundreds of eyeballs embedded in the surface of the warship.

These eyeballs come from different organisms.

Some of them have compound eyes that emit a chaotic light, like those of abyssal monsters;
Some are single-eyed beings from conquered civilized and intelligent races;
Some even come from higher-dimensional beings, and just seeing them can cause dizziness in the observer.

They rotate continuously, providing the warship with an all-around super-sensing field of vision.

"The 37th Fleet's space battleship formation has completed its deployment."

A calm, mechanical voice came through the wizard fleet's communication channel:
"The fourth, seventh, and twelfth detachments of the slave legion are ready. The interdimensional summoning gate has been activated, and the countdown to the release of abyssal creatures has begun."

Immediately afterwards, even more bizarre beings poured out of the portal.

First, there were the slave legions composed of vassal races conquered by the wizarding civilization.

Lava giants from the elemental plane of fire, each hundreds of meters tall, with bodies made of pure magma.

They wielded burning warhammers and axes, leaving molten trails in their wake with just their footsteps.

The ice elements in the Frosty Plane have no fixed form; sometimes they are crystalline humanoids, and sometimes they transform into howling blizzards.

There are also shadow creatures from the dark dimension, which are like living darkness, without physical form but capable of devouring light.

The most terrifying creatures are those from the abyss.

A gigantic tentacle monster wriggled out of the portal, each tentacle thicker than the warship and covered with mouthparts that moved on their own.

Their bodies exude a chaotic aura unique to the abyss, and simply approaching them will cause the surrounding space to distort.

Flesh constructs followed closely behind; these were war machines pieced together by wizards from the remains of various creatures.

They have the wings of dragons, the arms of giants, the tentacles of deep-sea monsters, and various unidentifiable alien organs.

Each construct is unique because its creators will "upgrade and modify" it as needed on the battlefield.

But what truly terrified the Vitals were the ethereal remains of the great sorcerers that began to manifest.

The first illusory remains to appear caused the entire battlefield to tremble.

It was a mass of molten metal that kept changing shape.

Sometimes it coalesces into a huge humanoid silhouette, sometimes it transforms into countless serpentine metal tentacles, and sometimes it reconstructs into a complex geometric structure.

Each change in shape produces a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound, a sound that can even travel through space without a medium.

This is the ethereal manifestation of the great alchemist Melvis—the "Melting Configuration".

Under his influence, all metallic substances within a vast area began to "activate".

The metal decorations on the armor of the Vital battleship suddenly detached from their original positions, transforming into thousands of sharp blades that pierced inwards.

Even meteorites floating in space, as long as they contain metallic components, begin to twist and deform, reshaping into all sorts of grotesque weapons.

"Damn it...it's that metal maniac again!"

The rage of the Vital fleet commander erupted in the collective consciousness:

"Initiate the anti-metallization modification of the bio-armor! Quickly!"

But Melvis's attack was only just beginning.

The appearance of the second illusory body was even more bizarre.

It was a breathing shadow, like the shadow cast by some enormous creature.

The edge of the shadow writhed constantly, occasionally stretching out pale, corpse-like arms to grab at certain targets in space.

Whenever those arms "touch" something, the object being touched ages instantly.

Metals rust and decay rapidly, energy begins to dissipate, and even starlight becomes dim and lifeless.

The most frightening thing is that this aging effect is also contagious.

The Vital warriors who are touched will find their life force rapidly draining away, their tentacles withering, and their compound eyes gradually going blind.

This is the illusory remains of the time-manipulating archmage Caldwin—"The Bite of Time".

"Attention all units! Immediately sever all neural connections with the infected area!"

Vital Fleet issued an urgent order, but it was too late.

The terrifying thing about time magic is its irreversibility; time that has been stolen can never be returned.

The appearance of the third illusory corpse almost shocked the rationality of all observers.

It was a three-dimensional figure pieced together from countless "impossibilities".

It is both a sphere and a cube, both here and there, both existing and not existing.

Just seeing it can give an observer a sharp pain in their brain.

Because the cognitive system of ordinary living beings is simply incapable of handling the existence of such contradictions.

This is the ethereal remains of Erica, a great wizard specializing in spatial magic—"Paradoxical Geometry".

Under her influence, the battlefield began to descend into chaos.

Some Vital warships found themselves appearing behind them even though they were flying forward;
The attack was fired eastward, but hit the target from the west.

Some spaceships even split into multiple versions, existing simultaneously at different spatial coordinates.

The combined ethereal forms of the three great wizards instantly destroyed a Vital flagship.

But the Vitals' counterattack was equally impressive.

"Call upon the Son of God!"

Vital's Supreme Commander Azalos's psionic roar pierced the entire battlefield:

"Let these invaders see what true cosmic power is!"

A low hum came from the depths of the stars.

The sound was deep and resonant, as if the galaxy itself were sighing.

Immediately afterwards, a planet-sized figure slowly emerged from the turbulent space currents.

Whale King – One of the kings among the giant beasts of the starry sky.

Its body is made of translucent energy, and its internal organ structure, which rotates like a nebula, can be clearly seen.

Each heartbeat generates visible energy ripples that spread in all directions.

The whale king opened its massive jaws and let out a silent roar.

The sound waves spread in all directions in an instant.

Wherever it went, the runes on the wizard warship began to flicker and become unstable.

The eyeballs, which serve as sensory organs, burst open, splattering colorful bodily fluids.

Even more terrifying is that the Whale King's roar contains a strong "anti-magic" property.

The spells that the wizards had painstakingly woven began to disintegrate.

Even the great wizard's ethereal remains were affected, becoming transparent and unstable, as if they might dissipate at any moment.

"Damn primordial behemoth!"

Melvis's metallic void emitted waves of angry intent, the sound like a thousand sharp swords scraping together:

"These beasts' anti-spell abilities are far stronger than described in the intelligence! Who was in charge of the pre-battle research?!"

But complaining won't solve the problem.

More and more celestial creatures began to gather around the Whale King.

Some resemble giant jellyfish, with tentacles that can extend for thousands of miles, each tentacle tipped with bioelectricity of different frequencies; others are composed entirely of pure energy, dancing in space like aurora borealis, leaving behind dazzling energy trails wherever they go.

Some have rock-like shells, but inside they flow with liquid starlight.

The battle entered its most intense phase.

The Vitals, riding their star companions, launched their charge.

Hundreds of giant beasts of various shapes and sizes tumble and frolic in space.

Some spew out acidic energy capable of corroding reality;
Some unleash psionic storms that disrupt spells;

Some even rammed their massive bodies directly into the wizard warships, creating deafening roars.

The wizards, on the other hand, displayed a completely different aesthetic in combat.

They do not rely on numerical superiority, but rather create miracles through ingenious combinations of spells.

Erica, a high-ranking wizard specializing in spatial magic, used the power of the Void to create a "spatial folding trap" in the center of the battlefield.

Any cosmic behemoth that enters this area will find itself trapped in an endless spatial labyrinth.

Swimming forward only to return to the starting point, flying upward only to appear below, even the flow of time becomes chaotic.

Another necromancer archmage displayed an even more sinister power.

His ethereal remains were like a blood-red ancient book bound in human skin; with each page turned, countless vengeful spirits would surge forth from it.

These vengeful spirits are war weapons "forged" by wizards using special methods.

They specifically target the Vital's psionic connections, attempting to sever their mental ties with the Star Behemoth.

But the Vital people's spiritual cultivation system has shown remarkable resilience.

When their mental connection is attacked, they immediately activate “collective consciousness resonance”.

The Vital warriors of the entire fleet were mentally connected, forming a vast spiritual network.

The attacks of a single vengeful spirit will be dispersed and neutralized by this network, just like a pebble thrown into the ocean, which can only create negligible ripples.

Even more frightening is that they also have the ability to "evolve symbiotically".

As the battle progressed, the Vital people and the Star Behemoths became increasingly integrated.

Some of the Vital warriors' bodies began to change.

The tentacles became thicker and more powerful, and glowing scales resembling those of a giant beast grew on its skin. Even its brain structure began to resemble the neural network of a giant beast.

In return, the Star Behemoths also gained the wisdom and tactical awareness of the Vitals.

The giant beasts, which originally fought solely on instinct, began to display cunning cooperative tactics.

They will deliberately feign weakness to lure the enemy deeper, and then suddenly launch a pincer attack from multiple angles;
They will use meteorites in space as cover to launch surprise attacks when the enemy least expects them.

The battle has reached a desperate stalemate.

As the dominant power in this quadrant, the Republic of Vital possesses war potential far exceeding the wizards' expectations.

They not only possess a vast number of cosmic behemoths, but also a sophisticated war mobilization system.

Whenever the wizard fleet destroys a Vital warship, three new warships will join the battle from behind;
Every time a cosmic behemoth is slain, more wild behemoths are summoned by the Vital psionicists.

What's even more troublesome is that the Vitals are exceptionally determined.

Unlike other races conquered by wizarding civilizations, they never showed any signs of surrender or compromise.

Even when faced with dire circumstances, Vital warriors will choose to die alongside their star companions rather than live a life of dishonor.

This indomitable will stems from their unique cultural traditions.

In the Vital people's beliefs, union with the celestial behemoth is not only a source of power, but also an elevation of the soul.

For them, death was simply another way to return to the embrace of the stars.

……

"The seventy-third attack failed. Our Dark Sun-class combat force has been severely damaged by more than half so far, and the Great Wizard's Void Remains have also suffered 42% damage."

The messenger's voice echoed in the command room of the wizard fleet flagship, the Monarch.

The mechanical, calm tone cannot conceal the bloody reality behind the data.

Cassandra stood in the center of the command room, where there was a holographic projection table made of living crystal.

Purple eyes stared at the 3D battle situation analysis projected on the screen.

Thousands of points of light flickered in space, with red representing friendly losses, blue representing enemy forces, and yellow representing combat units in uncertain states.

In her field of vision, the density of red light spots far exceeded that of blue.

"The casualty ratio has reached 1:4.7."

The adjutant in charge of logistics cautiously approached her, his voice very low:

"Based on this trend, even if we ultimately win, we will lose 60-70% of our current fighting strength."

Besides, our supply lines have been stretched too far, and the replenishment of abyssal creatures can't keep up with the rate of consumption..."

The atmosphere in the command room was unusually oppressive.

Although the great wizards participating in this expedition outwardly maintained the calm and rationality characteristic of wizards, the dissatisfaction and doubt in their eyes were becoming increasingly apparent.

They stood around the projection platform, each of their ethereal forms in a semi-activated state, like volcanoes ready to erupt at any moment.

“Cassandra…”

The great wizard Melvis retracted his ethereal form, and the mass of liquid metal slowly condensed into a human shape.

His face was terribly grim, and the metallic markings on his forehead gleamed with an angry red light.

"I must tell you frankly that my faction has lost a third of its elite forces."

This also includes two Dark Sun Wizards, each of whom I have trained over hundreds of years..."

He paused, his tone becoming more stern:

"If this pointless waste continues, I need to reconsider the necessity of continuing to participate in this operation."

Caldwin also withdrew his shadowy, ethereal form, revealing his face, forever shrouded in a hazy light and shadow:

“Melvis is right. Three members of my Dark Sun Wizarding Corps have also permanently lost their connection with the River of Time.”

You know what this means—their ethereal forms have suffered irreversible damage, and they can never improve again in this lifetime.

The other high wizards echoed this sentiment, though their words remained cautious and restrained, their meaning was clear.

They have lost patience with this protracted war.

"The initial battle plan clearly stated that the conquest of the Republic of Vital was expected to take six to eight years. Now thirteen years have passed, and we have not even achieved half of the expected goals."

"Moreover, the intelligence agencies' assessment of the enemy's strength was clearly seriously flawed."

The high priestess Undine, a specialist in mind magic, interjected, saying that her ethereal form was a mist that constantly shifted in color:

"The Vital people's collective consciousness network is much more resilient than we imagined."

I've tried countless large-scale psychological attacks, but they've all been completely blocked by their psionic barriers.

Cassandra's expression remained unchanged, but the fingers gripping the baton tightened slightly.

She certainly understood what her colleagues were thinking.

Wizards are always shrewd; each one is precisely calculating their own losses and gains.

When the effort begins to exceed the expected return, disagreements and doubts inevitably arise.

“I fully understand your concerns.”

Her voice remained as calm as a deep lake, but those who knew her well could detect the hidden danger within it:
"But please remember that the Republic of Vital possesses strategic technologies that we desperately need."

Their biological fleet manufacturing technology can increase our combat power by more than 80%.

The method of taming the giant star beasts can provide us with more living combat power;
There's also that unique spiritual energy cultivation system..."

“Those things do have value, I don’t deny that.”

Caldwin rudely interrupted her:
"But that's on the condition that we can acquire them at a sufficiently low cost; the current attrition ratio makes it impossible for us to afford to continue."

“And…” A sarcastic expression appeared on Melvis’s metallic face:

"I began to wonder whether the real purpose of this war was to conquer technology or to satisfy someone's...personal ambition."

These words, like a boulder thrown into still water, stirred up huge waves in the command room.

Everyone felt the sudden tension in the air.

The ethereal forms of several great wizards began to activate instinctively, preparing to deal with any potential conflict.

Cassandra slowly turned around, her purple eyes sweeping over everyone present.

Even the great wizards felt an instinctive unease under that gaze.

It's like prey being targeted by some kind of predator.

“Melvis…” Her voice became unusually soft, but every word was as piercing as an ice pick:

"I suggest you carefully consider what you just said. Questioning the expedition commander's decision would be considered an act of treason in any era."

"Betrayal?" Melvis sneered, and the metallic void began to reactivate:
"I am simply stating the objective facts. This war has exceeded everyone's limits, and continuing it will only lead to collective destruction."

The other high wizards exchanged glances, and the atmosphere became tense.

They all sensed the impending outbreak of an internal conflict.

But just then, an alarm suddenly sounded, interrupting the dangerous standoff.

"Highest alert! An extremely large biological signal has been detected!" The observer's voice was filled with fear.

"The Vital have summoned... summoned a terrifying being of the star system level!"

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the holographic projection platform.

There, an incredible sight is unfolding.

In that vast star field, a colossal "god" appeared, almost filling the entire space.

"The life force of this being is already approaching the level of a Witch King..."

Caldwin's voice was filled with awe: "The depth of this civilization is somewhat exaggerated..."

Faced with this unprecedented threat, the differences among the great wizards were temporarily set aside.

Regardless of their grievances against Cassandra, they must now unite to confront this common enemy.

"In that case..."

Cassandra glanced at the massive shadow on the projection table, a cold smile playing on her lips:

"I will solve this problem myself."

(End of this chapter)