I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 463 Pre-war meeting
After hundreds, even thousands of years of continuous development, the Black Giants, this unique hybrid life form of elements, have multiplied and grown into a terrifyingly large race in the Infernal Sulfur Plane.

The total population has already reached the tens of billions that Jemin had predicted.

The sheer number of individuals, combined with the "social attributes" and faint spirituality bestowed by the incense and deity religions, has resulted in the number of "Black Giant Priest" mutants, which originally had a probability of only one in ten million, now exceeding one thousand.

Each priest possesses the starting point of a sixth-level being and exceptional wisdom, serving as the backbone of managing the community, operating the divine way, and assisting in research.

However, the intensity and nature of war dictate that more is not necessarily better.

Facing the impending Wizard Coordination War, which may bring together the most elite forces of the three major powers.

The survival rate of low-tier units is worrying, and they may even become a tactical hindrance.

Therefore, when assembling his forces, Jemin made a clear selection: he only recruited Black Giant units with combat power of level five or above.

After leaving behind a sufficient number of Black Giant priests and a large number of Level 4 Black Giants to maintain the basic operation, daily management, and defense of the incense and sacred path in the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, Jemin took away the most elite war force of this race.

First were the eight hundred black giant priests.

Each one is equivalent to a level six spellcaster, proficient in group buffs, battlefield control, energy coordination, and spellcasting.

A level 5 Black Giant Warrior costs exactly one million.

These are elites who have undergone brutal selection and targeted training. They are physically strong and have a fierce fighting instinct, making them the main force for charging into battle and wearing down the enemy.

The number of Level 6 Black Giants, which was once rare, has now grown to nearly 10,000.

These are powerful individuals who have evolved through devouring and fought their way to level six. They are the backbone of the legion's assault force.

And standing at the pinnacle of all the Black Giants are still the two original leaders—Lava Mountain and Rock Hammer.

Over hundreds or even thousands of years, combined with the devouring and evolutionary abilities granted by the "Five Organs Sacrifice Divine Skill," their power has long since reached the limit of level six.

However, the invisible chasm that blocked the path to the seventh level in front of the elemental creatures remained incredibly solid.

As hybrid life forms forcibly fused from the talents of lava giants and yetis, they seem to have reached the upper limit of some kind of "bloodline" or "essence" after reaching a certain level.

However, although they are still at level six, their strength far surpasses that of the later ones.

Its terrifying size, exceeding two hundred meters, alone was enough to make other level six black giants, whose height was just over one hundred meters, appear like children.

Vast energy surged within their jet-black, liquid-metal-like bodies, and the force field they unconsciously emitted caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.

Jemin could sense that the energy reserves and life strength of these two leaders had reached the theoretical peak of level six.

Perhaps, all that's missing is a sufficiently intense stimulus, or a life-or-death battle, to break through that shackle, complete the leap in life level, and become a level seven elemental life form.

“This war… may be your opportunity.” Jemin thought to himself as he looked at the lava mountain and the rock hammer, which resembled two moving hills.

Without further hesitation, he mentally communicated with the inner sanctum within his body.

The million-strong army, orderly and organized, transformed into a series of black torrents, and was quickly drawn into them, settling into formation in the specially designated "legion encampment area" within the cave.

After sending the last Black Giant Priest into the cave, Jemin turned around, gave a few brief instructions to the remaining Black Giants and priests, and then stepped onto the fixed teleportation array leading to Noren Academy 147.

Light flashed, and space shifted.

The familiar academic atmosphere was palpable, but the tension and solemnity in the air were far greater than before.

The square was sparsely populated, mostly with low-level apprentices or first and second-level formal wizards hurrying by. Their gazes toward the high-level wizards were filled with awe and worry.

Without pausing, Jemin headed straight for the conference center in the core area of ​​the academy, following the highest priority assembly command received on the magic network terminal.

The heavy alloy door opened automatically upon sensing Jieming's arrival, and a noisy yet suppressed sound immediately flooded into his ears.

The conference hall was already packed with people.

This is a giant circular tiered conference room that can accommodate thousands of people, and it is currently packed to capacity.

The moment Jemin stepped inside, he instantly attracted the attention of thousands of gazes from all directions in the hall. Curiosity, scrutiny, awe, tension, anticipation... a mix of emotions mingled in those gazes.

After assessment, the senior management of Norren Workshop concluded that wizards below level three would not only be unable to provide effective combat power in such high-intensity confrontations, but would also easily become weak links and tactical burdens that would be targeted.

Therefore, this war only mandates the participation of officially qualified wizards of level three and above.

Norren Academy No. 147 was established relatively late, and its foundation is not as deep as those of the older academies.

There are only about a thousand wizards who can reach the level three standard or above.

It can be said that almost all of the core and high-level talents of the entire academy have gathered here at this moment.

The low-lying area in the center of the circular conference room is not flat, but rather a raised area resembling a small stage.

There were more than twenty chairs of different styles there, and they were all occupied at the moment.

Those were more than twenty high-level level six wizards!

They are the true pillars and top combat force of Noren 147 Academy, each exuding an aura of profound and unfathomable strength.

The mere unconscious fluctuations of mental energy intertwined together made the air in the entire conference hall feel thick and heavy.

Senior Viola was among them.

She sat on the side, still in that slightly languid posture, but her slightly furrowed brows and the sharp, cold glint that occasionally flashed in her eyes revealed the unease in her heart.

As a level 5 wizard, Jemin is entitled to be seated in the front row.

He remained calm, ignoring the gazes that were gathering around him, and steadily descended the staircase.

As he passed a row of seats in the middle, he saw several familiar faces—David, Serafina, and several other geniuses from his class back then.

They have also been promoted to level four and are among those recruited this time.

Their eyes met.

David and the others had very complex expressions, a mix of emotion and astonishment, as if asking, "Are you crazy?"

In just a few hundred years, Jemin has risen from their peers to become a level five being.

Jemin didn't say much, but simply nodded slightly to them as a greeting.

David and the others nodded in agreement.

He continued down to the front row.

"here."

Viola greeted Jemin, and at her prompting, he sat down in the empty seat closest to her.

"You're here?" Viola turned her head, her voice low.

"Ah."

Jemin responded in a low voice, his gaze sweeping over the twenty-odd powerful level six wizards in the center. He recognized several of their faces from certain occasions or documents within the workshop.

"Everyone is here?"

"Almost there, just waiting for the dean." Viola said, her gaze falling on the closed door on one side of the conference room, leading to a deeper area.

Jemin understood and asked no further questions, turning his gaze to the door as well.

Like the thousands of wizards in the conference hall, they silently awaited the start of the meeting in a silence that was a mixture of tension, anticipation, and solemnity.

(End of this chapter)