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

Chapter 470 Information Warfare and Fortress Construction
Clark turned his gaze to Dionysius Spencer, several dozen kilometers away.

"What was the outcome in the struggle against fate?"

Dionysius Spencer hovered high above, and the constellation points of light that had been slowly flowing on the surface of his silver-blue star-patterned robe were now slightly disordered.

At the edge of the monitoring screen in front of him, data streams would occasionally break, distort, or suddenly display incorrect symbols without warning.

Upon hearing Clark's question, the wizard, skilled in divination, gave a wry smile.

He made a helpless "shrugging" gesture.

At the same time, a detailed mental message was transmitted along the connection:

"We had already secured a 'high position'."

Dionysius's consciousness was filled with obvious fatigue and resentment.

"Our Norren Workshop has mobilized all 170 seventh-tier wizards specializing in the Fate system, along with three large Fate Anchoring Arrays, to begin weaving an 'Advantageous Future' three hours before the battle. According to calculations, this will increase our overall chances of winning by at least 37 percent."

Clark remained silent, waiting for what was to come.

“But on the other side… those lunatics from the Chaos Cult and the Tower of Annihilation.” Dionysius’s emotions were tinged with disgust. “They never intended to compete with us for control of the Fate Line. After realizing they couldn’t win, they directly initiated a large-scale Fate Contamination Ritual.”

"Pollution?" Clark's consciousness paused slightly.

"Yes, pollution. Using the majority of the souls of at least three level seven wizards as fuel, the toxins of 'chaos,' 'disorder,' and 'illogicality' were forcibly injected into the river of fate in this region. Now, all the threads of fate in this abandoned plane have become a tangled mess."

Dionysius sighed:
"Destruction is always easier than construction. They can't use the power of fate themselves, but they can't make it available to us either. Now, all witchcraft involving the glimpse of fate, the revelation of the future, and the interference of cause and effect has become ineffective. Even the simplest 'blessing of luck' and 'curse of misfortune' have become extremely unstable, possibly working or backfiring, and possibly randomly affecting any target on the battlefield."

Clark closed his eyes.

As a wizard who also deals with the laws of fate, he could clearly "sense" that the river that should have flowed clearly, composed of countless possibilities, had indeed become a boiling, malevolent, shrill chaos.

He reopened his eyes and nodded.

"That's fine." Clark's mental fluctuations calmed down. "At least neither side gained an advantage."

With high-end combat capabilities roughly equal, completely removing uncontrollable factors like fate from the game can, to some extent, bring war back to a more "pure" level.

It's a contest of who has the deepest magical reserves, the most efficient tactical execution, and the strongest will.

And... it's about who can seize that fleeting opportunity amidst the chaos.

The moment that thought crossed my mind...

boom! ! !
A deafening tremor, accompanied by a spatial tremor, came from afar.

That is the "roar" that occurs when mass and energy are violently distorted, and it can directly affect the soul.

From the farthest reaches of the leaden sky, four indescribable, terrifying waves swept in like a tsunami.

All wizards below level six, whether they were casting spells, flying, or had just landed and were preparing to build defenses, suddenly felt their bodies sink!
It felt as if an invisible giant hand was pressing on their backs.

Plop, plop, plop...

The sound of kneeling echoed continuously.

Thousands of level four and five wizards turned pale, their knees slamming uncontrollably into the ground, their hands barely able to support them.

They gritted their teeth, trying to resist the oppressive force, but their bodies were screaming for them to "surrender"!
That's an absolute difference in the level of life.

The third-level wizards fared even worse; many collapsed to the ground, struggling to breathe, their pupils dilated, their consciousness teetering on the brink of collapse.

Even some wizards who had just entered the sixth level couldn't help but bend over, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

Jemin's body swayed slightly; although he managed not to kneel down, he was pressed down so hard that he couldn't straighten his head.

He felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his back.

No, it's not weight in the physical sense, but something more fundamental.

It is the "will" contained within those four fluctuations, the natural radiation generated when an eighth-level wizard's control over the laws of the world leaks out.

If it were an ordinary level 5 wizard, he would probably be kneeling on the ground like everyone else around him by now.

But on the surface of Jemin's body, beneath his skin, the fine runes of the Body Tempering Technique automatically glowed faintly.

The body-strengthening method began to take effect.

The muscle fibers completed seventeen adaptive adjustments in a fraction of a second, bone density temporarily increased by ten percent, and the blood circulation mode switched to a high-pressure stress-resistance state.

Just as deep-sea fish gradually adapt to water pressure, his body is rapidly analyzing the "frequency" and "nature" of this pressure and generating corresponding resistance.

one second.

two seconds.

In the third second, Jemin slowly, inch by inch, straightened his body.

He raised his head and looked in the direction from which the fluctuations came, his pupils reflecting the collision taking place in the distant sky that was too terrifying for mortals to bear.

He could distinguish four different "flavors," and without a doubt, they belonged to the battle of four level-eight wizards.
"Have we... matched up?"

Jemin muttered to himself, a look of amazement flashing in his eyes.

This is level eight.

The sheer oppressive force emanating from the aftershocks of the battle was enough to render more than half of the million-strong army of wizards incapable of moving.

If they were to wage a full-scale war within this dimension, it would probably only take a few minutes for the entire pieced-together abandoned dimension to completely collapse structurally.

High in the sky, Dionysius Spencer's voice, amplified by sonic magic, resounded throughout his own camp:
"Everyone, hold your ground!" At the same time, the high-level wizards who were already prepared activated their magic arrays, releasing the power to calm their minds and barely offset some of the pressure.

"Lord Norren and Lord Buchanan have already tied down the enemy's strongest forces! According to the original plan—our current mission is to build a defensive system sufficient to support a protracted war before the enemy's army arrives!"

"Alchemy Department, responsible for the foundation and main structure!"

"The Rune system is responsible for designing the defensive array!"

"The elemental system is responsible for energy supply and environmental stability!"

"All other personnel, begin operations immediately according to your pre-battle assigned groups!"

The wizards, who had been intimidated by the oppressive aura, forced themselves to cheer up and began to act.

Clark was the first to move.

He didn't even chant any incantations; he simply raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pointed it at the grayish-white ground below that had been partially leveled.

A complex alchemical array phantom appeared in his palm.

"Reinvention."

Two words were uttered.

The ground began to roar.

The structure of the ground has undergone a more fundamental change; the molecular bonds in the soil have been violently broken, and different elements have been rearranged.

These barren soils contained only the most basic oxygen and silicon, which, driven by alchemical principles, underwent a transformation that defied the laws of nature.

The gray-white ground, centered on Clark's feet, quickly took on a metallic sheen.

That's a transformation, the soil turning into steel.

Furthermore, this steel "grows" upwards like living flesh and blood, rising, extending, and differentiating into a structure.

Base, city walls, towers, internal supporting framework...

The prototype of a square steel fortress with sides exceeding three kilometers in length rose from the ground in just ten seconds, reaching a height of over fifty meters.

But this is not enough.

Clark waved his left hand, and seven metal ingots, each gleaming with a different luster, flew out from his sleeve and hovered in mid-air.

“Jermin.” His voice was calm and even. “You are in charge of the ‘composite material reinforcement’ module. It is designed to meet the standards of ‘level six sustained bombardment resistance’.”

"Yes."

Without any hesitation, Jemin quickly formed hand seals in front of his chest, and his mental energy mixed with elemental energy surged out, transforming into seven energy tentacles of different colors, which wrapped around the seven metal ingots.

The tentacles penetrated into the metal, beginning a microscopic transformation:
The first one incorporates an "energy-absorbing rune array," giving it the ability to absorb and disperse impact.

The second one is embedded with a "self-healing catalytic seed crystal", which can slowly regenerate after being damaged.

The third one is infused with an "elemental resistance deflection field," which provides additional protection against energy attacks.

……

The seven metal ingots were processed within thirty seconds, and then Jemin, with his superb alchemy, "patted" them into the seven key structural nodes of the steel fortress.

hum...

The entire fortress resonated with a deep, resonant sound, and the luster flowing across its metallic surface became even deeper and heavier.

Meanwhile, the other alchemists also displayed their abilities:
Someone summoned a river of lava, which was poured onto the outer layer of the city walls and cooled to form thick volcanic rock armor.

Someone pulled out transparent "diamond threads" from the void and wove them into an energy conduit network covering the top of the fortress.

Some people directly modified the local spatial structure, creating folded interlayers inside the city wall, making the actual thickness far exceed what is visually apparent.

Meanwhile, rune wizards had swarmed every inch of the fortress like locusts.

They use specially made "engraving pens" to engrave at high speed on metal.

With each stroke, a glowing rune line illuminates, then quickly disappears and blends into the material.

Defensive runes, anti-invisibility runes, mental interference runes, energy reflection runes, physical deflection runes, curse resistance runes, spatial stability runes...

Millions of runes were inscribed simultaneously, layer upon layer, forming a three-dimensional and complex giant array.

The elemental wizards set up twelve large elemental gathering arrays around the fortress, forcibly extracting free energy from this barren plane and inputting it into a temporary elemental pool at the bottom of the fortress through energy pipes.

three minutes.

In just three minutes, a steel fortress, entirely black, hundreds of meters tall, covered with menacing turrets and runic light, stood on this desolate land.

It resembled a crouching, metallic behemoth, silently awaiting the arrival of war.

Clark nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the distance.

There, at the edge of the leaden sky, the ominous glow of the enemy's spell array beginning to appear was already emerging.

"The first round of probing is over."

He said calmly.

"Next, it's time for a real fight."

(End of this chapter)