Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 342 Force Field Amber, Green Skin Awakening

For the Greenskins, as long as they can fight, whether it's on the ground or in Chaos' lair, it's all the same – they're just as happy.

Getting them to behave is not easy.

Apart from the oldest green-skinned warlord who always remembered the mage as "boss" and was deeply afraid to disobey him, the other four young warlords were all up-and-coming talents who hatched from spores after Lin Bo went to deep space, and they were now clamoring to teach him a lesson.

The mage silently recited the true name of the Greenskins, and the four young, unruly fellows immediately froze, like pelicans in a rainstorm.

Their bodies were bound by the power of the Word, rendering them unable to move an inch, but their psychic energy did not obey. After all, the Greenskins' racial true name was merely an animistic celestial rune, while their psychic energy belonged to dragons.

As the pale red, raging light surged in the green-skinned eyes, gradually dispelling the invisible curse that bound their bodies, they grew increasingly furious, roaring "Wah!" at the mage.

"So energetic." Lin Bo nodded approvingly.

He witnessed the furious roar of the green-skinned warlords unleash a psychic surge among hundreds of thousands of green-skinned people on the ground. The brilliant light of the raging waves illuminated their dark green, gleaming skin. All the mutant mushrooms swept up were violently stimulated, screaming wildly and focusing their fire on the mages in the sky, piloting their impressive-looking flying machines as they swooped down on him.

Even the older greenskins, who feared him like a tiger, were swept up by the raging waves, their eyes gleaming with eager anticipation. In their social structure, there is no eternal ruler; if the leader becomes weak, he will be challenged by younger, more cunning successors.

Lin Bo resonated with the Yuan Magnetic Field, sensing the coordinates of all the green skins. They all had clear, real-time images on the sand table constructed in the mage's mind, as clear as the lines on the palm of his hand, without a single flaw.

Relying on racial true names is no longer effective in suppressing these greenskins protected by psychic energy. Relying on the power of the elemental magnetism can only suppress armored units, while there are still many poor lads wearing animal skins on the battlefield.

Some stronger, more irresistible force is needed to tame these unruly mushroom barbarians.

The strongest thing Lin Bo can control now is force energy. This source has a very special nature. It is like a flame that can melt spacetime and tear matter apart, but it is also more stable and malleable than metal and rejects most physical and chemical reactions.

Force energy can be viewed as a stable repulsive region with clear boundaries, like a colorless, massless block of ice.

The caster can use their power to create pocket universes, such as enlarging the interior space of a house or extending the space of a suitcase to store more furniture and items.

It is also possible to use force to dig wells in the spacetime field, thereby opening up a fast travel passage.

The simplest use is to shape the energy field into a magical entity, such as a colorless wall to block attacks, a disc to stomp on for flight, or a servant to serve tea and water, etc.

Linbo listened to the whispers of the omnipresent waves of energy in the universe, which spoke of its existence in ancient sacred language, teaching the sorcerer the mysteries of the isolation of matter and the separation of space and time. This energy could release the dense mass of things from its primordial focus, creating distance and making them individual entities.

Natural forces in any uniform spacetime field are very weak, like ripples on a mirror lake. Lin Bo needs to concentrate to capture them, but once he grasps a wisp of force, he can use the Fierce Control Technique to propel the ripples to expand and vibrate, turning them into huge tides and waves.

"(The power of mantra)"

Lin Bo silently recited this name with the voice of his soul.

He formed the Heaven and Earth Seal to enter a state of divine communion, then placed his right hand beside his ear to filter out all noise—the roar of the green-skinned creatures, the howling of the wind, the roar of engines and guns—focusing on the whispers of the universe's origins.

With a flick of his right hand, he grasped a wisp of energy ripple in the air, as if picking up a flame. The mage lowered his eyes, and the invisible energy expanded at his fingertips, transforming into a sphere. As light passed through it, it was slightly deflected, thus presenting a hazy outline, like a frosted crystal ball.

The shells flew through the air, hurtling towards Lin Bo.

But in his perception of time, the subsonic shells were almost motionless.

With a thought, Lin Bo's energy sphere, like an egg, began to hatch into moth-like energy constructs. The moths scattered across the sky and descended upon the earth, covering the stationary bullets, the surfaces of the green-skinned aircraft and tanks, and all the unruly barbarians. The energy moths merged and adhered to each other, forming colorless amber, freezing the speeding bullets. All vehicles roared in vain, their tires spinning but unable to move an inch. The green-skinned soldiers, brandishing knives and guns, were frozen in place, unable to even close their roaring mouths, their joints welded shut, unable to move.

The wind continued to blow, dust swirled, and the battlefield remained silent.

At first, the green skin's psionic network remained restless, like crimson seawater flowing in the air, constantly releasing electricity and flames, creating anomalies, attempting to break the blockade of the energy amber.

But it was all in vain. The only things capable of dissolving a force field, besides spacetime collapse and the destruction of everything, are the force field itself. All the elemental attacks created by the green-skinned psionic energy were rejected.

Lin Bo felt the raging waves crashing against the shore, the psychic energy impacting his mind, but it was blocked and resisted by a mental barrier. He heard the anger and fear of thousands of greenskins, and ancient memories stored in the cloud of the psychic network were awakened by psychic prophecies. Thus, the mushroom barbarians realized that the mage "boss" feared by all the old greenskins had returned.

The raging tide, fueled by fighting spirit, waned with fear. The light in the green-skinned man's eyes dimmed.

This psychic energy chose to accept a leader of an alien race and converged on Lin Bo.

He heard two rough, deep voices speaking in the language of dragons.

"Boss, we'll obey!" "Don't hit us!"

"(Magic language) It's you guys." Lin Bo chuckled in surprise. These two voices were the original Greenskins. Although they had died, they had been "resurrected" by the Greenskins' faith and gained immortality in the psionic network, evolving into some kind of Destiny Dragon.

They are the source and symbol of the Greenskins' psionic power. By mastering their true names, one can control the Greenskins' psionic network.

"(In magical language) I once gave you your true names, but now that you have become dragons, you are no longer bound by your old names. Now, say your new true names."

The two green-skinned men were quite confused. "What do you mean by real name and fake name?" "Boss, we don't understand this!"

Lin Bo waved his hand. He had overestimated the intelligence of these two barbarians. When they advanced to the dragon class, they lost their old names and did not create new ones for themselves. No wonder they were so confused and their spiritual energy was so weak.

"(In magical language) It's alright."

The mage meditated in silence, listening to the murmurs of the psionic dragons, refining their nature in the pool of magical power, and obtaining two hidden dragon runes. These were twin runes about struggle and joy, signifying that the greenskins would forever be embroiled in conflict, never ceasing, and endlessly enjoying it.

Lin Bo silently recited two dragon names, which were then known to the two barbarians through telepathy.

In the next instant, all the greenskins lost their psionic power. The crimson raging waves hovering in the sky suddenly swirled into a giant vortex, stretching for hundreds of miles. The souls of the greenskins emerged from the vortex. The dead greenskins did not ascend to heaven, but instead merged into the psionic network. Now, they have awakened because the psionic dragon has obtained its true name.

A psionic race has truly taken shape at this moment. Their power has broken free from the path of raging waves bestowed upon them by the barbarians and forged its own way. They no longer rage for suffering or hatred, but only for war, for the pleasure of being wounded and dying.

The deep, bitter red color faded, and the fluorescent green light of revelry illuminated the world.

All the greenskins regained their psionic connection; they weren't angry anymore, they were just super happy.

Lin Bo waved his hand to dispel the energy restraints, and the vast battlefield once again roared like thunder.

"Wow! Master Mage, we love you!" the green-skinned warlord shouted, and all the mushroom barbarians raised their guns and fired cannons in celebration.

(End of this chapter)