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

Chapter 465 Teleportation

Dean Avery ignored the commotion below and continued in a steady, powerful voice:

"The enemy's specific tactical intentions are not yet fully clear. However, given the current disparity in combat capabilities between the two sides, the workshop's top decision-making body has only one core requirement for this war..."

His gaze seemed to sharpen, and he spoke each word slowly and deliberately:
"drag!"

"At all costs, hold off the enemy! Hold them off for a long enough time!"

"Whether it's a large-scale legion battle or a dispersal into elite squads for guerrilla warfare, raids, and seizing key points, the starting point for all strategies and tactics is 'delaying time'! To buy more time for the workshop!"

Delaying time?
Jemin sat in the audience, his fingers unconsciously stroking the armrest as he thought rapidly.

This situation... it seems that the higher-ups at Noren Workshop have some kind of trump card that guarantees victory or at least "can turn the tide"?

But this trump card requires a considerable amount of preparation time before it can be activated or take effect.

Therefore, the core strategy at this stage is to "survive" at all costs, exchanging space and some sacrifices for time.

But... the Tower of Annihilation and the Chaos Cult aren't fools either.

Their joint attack must have been accompanied by a targeted trump card.

Can Noren Workshop's "ultimate move" really compete with the opponent's possible, or even more than one, "ultimate move"?

Jemin's doubts remained, but Dean Avery had already concluded his declaration of the highest strategy.

The light barrier rose slightly to make room, and another high-ranking wizard with a cold face and wearing black armor stepped forward.

He is a senior staff officer in the military command of the Norren Workshop and one of the mentors of Academy 147.

In a completely emotionless tone, he began to describe the enemy's known strength on paper:

The preliminary assessment of the combined combat capabilities of the opposing sides is as follows:

"Level 8 Wizards: Two, one from the Tower of Annihilation and one from the Chaos Cult."

"Seventh-level wizard: More than five hundred people have been confirmed to participate in the war."

"Level 6 Wizards: Estimated total number: over 10,000."

"Level 5 and below wizards: number unknown, but based on their recruitment scope and power scale model, their total strength is estimated to be about 1.5 to 1.8 times that of our side."

With each number announced, the temperature in the conference room seemed to drop a degree.

Those are not just cold numbers; behind them lie countless powerful individuals and a torrent of war capable of engulfing everything.

The disadvantages are greater than many people imagine.

As far as Jemin knew, Norren Workshop could only send out about four hundred level seven wizards, which was almost all of Norren Workshop's last reserves.

There weren't many level six wizards either; in the end, only less than seven thousand could be mobilized.

Furthermore, the time it took for Anton Buchanan to advance to the eighth-tier wizard level was far too short, resulting in a significant gap in high-end combat power between the two sides compared to initial expectations.

Subsequently, several more level six wizards stepped forward to begin making specific preparations for the battle.

Personnel organization, resource allocation, transmission sequence, initial defense deployment, establishment of communication and command links, emergency evacuation plans...

The deployments and orders were explained in an orderly manner, and finally, the lengthy pre-battle meeting came to an end.

On the high platform, Dean Avery Knight's illusory figure nodded slightly, then vanished like ripples on water.

Almost simultaneously, intricate and orderly teleportation runes suddenly lit up the smooth, mirror-like metal floor of the circular tiered conference room. Light emanated from beneath their feet, enveloping each wizard, and the spatial fluctuations began to become active and orderly.

Jemin looked down at the finely detailed magic array patterns at his feet, which were clearly recently completed, and scratched his head in surprise: "I remember when I came here for the last meeting, this thing wasn't here yet."

Viola, who was sitting in the front row, turned around upon hearing this.

The serious expression he had maintained during the meeting vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of smugness.

She gave Jemin a thumbs up and said in a low voice, "Of course! This is a 'fast track' that we worked through the night to set up! Pretty efficient, right?"

Looking at her radiant face with its slight dark circles, and recalling the solemn and dignified demeanor of the sixth-level archmages on the platform earlier, Jieming's expression darkened, and his tone became subtle:

"So...you were all sitting up there so 'serious' just now, looking like you were strategizing and were unfathomable, could it be because..."

"Of course it's because I've been setting up magic arrays, adjusting energy nodes, and coordinating transmission parameters with other academies for several days in a row. I'm so tired that all I want to do is sit still and close my eyes to rest for a while!" Viola said matter-of-factly, even letting out a small yawn. "Maintaining an image takes a lot of effort, you know."

Jemin: "..."

For a fleeting moment, he felt as if the mysterious "prestige" of high-level wizards in his mind had shattered into pieces with a "crack".

Before he could continue complaining, the teleportation array beneath his feet suddenly shone brightly!
A gentle yet irresistible spatial force enveloped my entire body, my vision was filled with pure white light, and a slight feeling of weightlessness washed over me.

When the light completely faded and his vision returned, Jemin realized that he was no longer in that solemn conference room.

Looking around, there was an extremely "orderly" wasteland.

The ground was some kind of unnatural, flat, dark gray rock that stretched endlessly into the distance.

The sky was a constant, pale blue curtain of light, lacking natural cloud cover, radiating a uniform and soft glow.

The air was filled with an extremely "clean" yet somewhat dull elemental aura, and the concentration of energy particles of various attributes was precisely controlled at a stable ratio, with fluctuations suppressed to the minimum.

Unlike when he was a novice wizard, Jemin now has a more precise perception of the elements, so he can discover more information.

Sensing the overly "orderly" and lifeless energy environment around him, Jemin immediately understood where he was.

“The ship plane…” he murmured to himself.

Upon closer reflection, this makes perfect sense.

After all, the Ship Dimension was originally a special dimension that was highly modified by the wizarding civilization, specifically for traversing the void or serving as a mobile war fortress.

It is an ideal platform for large-scale troop assembly, transit, and long-range deployment.

"Jermin! Over here!"

A familiar voice came from the side and behind.

Jemin turned his head and saw David struggling to squeeze through a group of wizards who were adjusting to their surroundings and talking in hushed tones.

Behind him, Serafina, Keller, Rex and Anya followed closely.

David was the first to rush to Jemin, his face showing both the warmth of seeing an old friend and undisguised astonishment at Jemin's rank.

He scrutinized Jemin from head to toe several times, as if trying to confirm whether the person in front of him was an imposter, and then his first words almost made Jemin lose his composure:
"Are you... out of your mind?!"

Jemin's eye twitched, and he replied irritably, "...No. I'm perfectly fine."

(End of this chapter)