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

Chapter 473 The Strongest Genius in History
"Lava Mountain, Rock Hammer".

Jemin’s voice entered the consciousness of the two black giant leaders, each over two hundred meters tall, through a soul connection.

"Lead your people and act according to the situation." Jemin's instructions were concise and clear. "I will not have time to command from now on. You will assess the battlefield situation yourselves and cooperate with the other cannon fodder legions in battle."

"Obey the will of the Father God." Two deep, resonant voices, like the friction of rocks, responded simultaneously in Jemin's consciousness.

The two leaders turned around and began to command the tribe with silent mental fluctuations.

The million black giants began to shift formation like precise machinery: the melee fighters wielded condensed obsidian giant axes and tower shields, forming the front line of defense; the mid-range fighters opened the rifts in their chests, from which highly compressed energy breath began to condense; and the priests in the rear raised their staffs and began to chant in unison, constructing a protective barrier covering the entire army, enhancing strength, speed, damage sharing, and elemental resistance...

Such a well-trained and incredibly powerful cannon fodder legion drew surprised glances from many of the surrounding wizards.

As Jemin strode into the fortress, Viola was already waiting at the entrance.

"Impressive, junior." She looked Jemin up and down, her admiration undisguised. "This scale and average strength are far superior to the cannon fodder legions of many level six wizards. It seems you've put a lot of effort into biological modification technology."

Jemin smiled but didn't reply.

Viola didn't mind. She grabbed Jemin's wrist and led him through the busy passageway to an observation window on the upper level of the fortress.

A number of wizards had already gathered here, and everyone held their breath, looking out the window.

Outside the window, there was a densely packed army of cannon fodder that almost covered the entire sky and the earth.

Above these cannon fodder legions, higher in the sky, dozens of figures hovered.

Those were all the high-ranking wizards of the chapter belonging to Fortress 7.

Leading them were Clark and Dionysius.

Behind them were four level seven wizards and twenty-seven level six wizards.

A total of thirty-three high-level combatants.

At that moment, they all raised their heads and looked towards the distant horizon.

There, the flashes of energy explosion could already be clearly seen approaching.

That was their own vanguard legion, which was retreating while simultaneously blocking the enemy, according to the pre-arranged plan.

At the same time, an immense and suffocating sense of oppression rolled in from the horizon like a tsunami.

The main forces of the Chaos Cult and the Tower of Annihilation have arrived.

The enemy's vanguard has already engaged the vanguard legion. The energy ripples generated by the fierce magical clashes caused the shield of Fortress 7 to tremble slightly, even though it was hundreds of kilometers away.

However, the thirty-three high-level wizards hovering in the air showed no fear on their faces.

Dionysius even laughed.

He reached out and patted Clark on the shoulder.

"Come on, junior brother," the old wizard's voice was full of anticipation, "Let those guys over there see what they're made of..."

"The brilliance of the greatest genius in the history of the Norren Workshop."

Clark was silent for two seconds.

Then, he sighed softly.

"You really know how to cause me trouble."

He raised his right hand, his index finger moving rapidly in the air in front of him, as if he were calculating something.

A pale silver trail lingered in the air, forming a set of constantly updated numbers.

"Right now, in terms of total combat strength, we are 137 fewer level 7 wizards than the other side, and more than 2000 fewer level 6 wizards, right?"

"And the cannon fodder units they lead," Dionysius added with a smile.

Clark nodded.

He withdrew his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The action looked very ordinary, even somewhat like relaxing after a long day of work, and the tone of his voice was also quite relaxed.

"That's fine."

Clark lowered his hand and opened his eyes.

"I'll take care of the extra fighting force."

The moment the words fell.

Suddenly, Jemin felt a tightness in his chest.

then……

it's dark.

No.

Jemin immediately realized. It wasn't dark.

The light was swallowed up.

Centered on Clark, within a radius of tens of kilometers, all the light in the airspace—whether it was the dim skylight from the plane itself, the glow emanating from the runic shields of the ground fortresses, or the energy flow pulsating from the cannon fodder legions—was all collapsing toward a certain point.

That spot was Clark's raised right hand.

Palms facing up, fingers slightly spread out.

It felt like holding an invisible black hole.

Immediately afterwards, shadows flowed out from the "black hole".

At first, it was just a wisp, like ink dripping into clear water.

Then, there was the second strand, the third strand... the thousandth strand, the ten thousandth strand.

Finally, it transformed into a pitch-black waterfall that blotted out the sky.

The Shadow Waterfall "explodes" at a height of about 300 meters above the ground, like an inverted black ocean pouring down.

Then, the ocean began to differentiate, coalesce, and take shape.

Some of them transformed into black warriors over ten meters tall, covered in thick, ferocious black bone armor, wielding massive shields the size of doors and long-handled battle axes.

They were the most numerous, spreading out like a black tide and occupying the lower airspace.

Each energy fluctuation emanating from their body was firmly fixed at the peak of level six.

Jemin's mental energy quickly activated, and he soon calculated the number: approximately eighty million.

The other part became slender, like an assassin melting into the shadows.

They have no fixed form, their bodies constantly switching between liquid and mist, and what they hold in their hands are not physical weapons, but fragments containing rules such as "death," "fracture," and "aging."

They silently seep into the interlayer of space and disappear.

Each one's energy fluctuations reached the peak of level six, and a small portion even reached the threshold of level seven.

The number exceeds 20 million.

Finally, the most essential black liquid transformed into a shadow creature resembling a dragon, but more slender and elegant.

Their wingspan exceeds fifty meters, and their bodies are covered not with scales, but with flowing shadow runes.

It has no eyes; its head consists only of a giant mouth filled with sharp teeth and a constantly rotating vortex-shaped crystal in the center of its forehead.

These dragons were even more incredibly powerful, collectively reaching the initial stage of level seven, and numbering nearly one million.

And above these three forms of the Shadow Legion...

Higher in the sky.

More than ten thousand black rays of light burst forth from the sea of ​​shadows, transforming into an even larger and deeper shadow that slowly unfolded.

They have no specific form; they are more like conceptual entities directly condensed from the laws of pure "darkness," "devouring," and "nothingness."

Each one was as large as a small mountain, and the energy fluctuations it emitted caused the surrounding space to collapse and fold.

Level 8.

A full ten thousand level eight Shadow Lords.

The entire area around Fortress 7 was shrouded in deathly silence.

Only the distant explosions from the vanguard fighting the enemy reminded people that time was still flowing.

Standing at the observation window, Jemin's mouth was agape, and his mind briefly went blank.

He subconsciously began to estimate:
Level 8 unit, 10,000.

A level seven unit, 1.2 million.

A level 6 peak unit... 100 million.

And this was just the "cannon fodder army" that his mentor, alone, unleashed in ten seconds.

Jemin's gaze slowly shifted to the figure hovering directly below the shadow legion, still dressed in a black robe, with an indifferent expression.

Clark's mentor.

The greatest genius in the history of the Norren Workshop.

"This……"

Jemin heard his own voice, dry as if it were being rubbed on sandpaper.

"...Is it the mentor's skill?"

(End of this chapter)