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Just as Yarman thought she was finally willing to listen to him this time and not come to help, and breathed a deep sigh of relief, a deep spatial portal appeared in front of him, and a figure slowly walked out from behind the portal.

Staring blankly at the blue figure surrounded by a black halo, Yalman asked, "How did you know my coordinates?"

Mostima walked slowly up to him. "Have you forgotten? Our chat group accounts are linked together. I can pinpoint your location simply by checking your account location."

Looking at Mostima in front of him, Yarman choked up. He sat in the chair, his mouth slightly open, wanting to say something but stopping himself. In the end, he just smiled bitterly and patted his head, "I knew you wouldn't listen to me."

“Where are your other Outer God subordinates? Let me see.” Mostima sat down next to him, took the scroll on the table, and added his name to the “Commander” column.

Seeing this, Yarman, who was sitting to the side, just watched silently and did not stop it. Anyway, he couldn't stop it, so he simply didn't.

Soon, the other Outer Gods also arrived at the command center. Looking at Mostima sitting in the main seat and Yarman standing helplessly to the side, they were about to ask about the situation when Mostima, who stood up and exuded a powerful aura, and seized control of time, blocked their questions.

"I am Mostima, the newly appointed commander of the vanguard. What questions do you have?"

"...No problem." ×4

"Very good, let's start the meeting now!"

"Yes, Commander!" ×4

Chapter 313: Arriving in the Wizarding World, Preparing to Settle Down

Sitting in his chair, Yarman watched Mostima, who was discussing battle plans with the other Outer Gods, lean back silently, looking around listlessly.

"What are you doing?"

A voice came from beside him. Mostima nudged Yarman, who was leaning back in his chair, motionless like a salted fish. "What are you doing again? Why aren't you moving?"

"Huh?" Yalman snapped out of his daze, looking at Mostima in front of him, then at the empty conference room. "You've finished talking? When?"

“We finished talking a long time ago, and I’ve even read through the documents.” Mostima waved the documents in his hand.

“That settles it then.” Yarman leaned back in his chair and said leisurely, “You’ve taken care of everything, so I can relax here. It’s actually good that you’re here; my workload isn’t as heavy anymore. It’s just that the safety of Terra is no longer guaranteed.”

Mostima picked up the conversation and casually replied, "Even if I'm in Terra, Terra's safety is not guaranteed. Even if I'm fighting on home ground, I can only stop three ordinary Outer Gods at most. Not to mention that Outer Gods in the Wizarding World are not ordinary, even if they send someone, there won't be just one."

After organizing the documents one by one, Mostima said calmly, "Instead of staying in Terra, I'd rather go to the front lines with you and break through the Wizarding World. That way, we can attract all their experts, which will actually reduce the pressure and danger on Terra."

Mostima looked at the thoughtful Yarman without any change in her expression. After Yarman came to the meeting, she herself had been thinking for a long time in Terra's office. After much deliberation, she finally felt that going to the battlefield with Yarman was the best solution for the current situation.

Yarman pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded. He didn't see anything wrong with the logic at the moment. "You've already written your name in the commander's column, and you've come over. Even if I wanted you to go back, I wouldn't have the chance."

…………

three days later.

Standing at the forefront of the army, Yarman looked at the void before him and quietly waited for the appearance of the large interdimensional portal. According to intelligence, the temporary portal built by Nyarlathotep would appear in three minutes, and the passage would be stable for three hours.

"How much longer until the portal appears?" Mostima asked expressionlessly, standing beside Yarman.

“Three minutes,” Yarman said with a similarly serious expression. He turned to look at the endless army behind him. “The passage will be stable for three hours. Within three hours, we will all be on the other side.”

"How long does it take to get through the portal?"

"According to their estimates, without any acceleration, it will take about two and a half hours."

Mostima turned around and looked back as well, "It's impossible to send those Outer Gods over in batches with their own troops in such a short time."

“Go ahead, and also, tell them to prepare for battle.” Yarman stared at the void before him. “The war began the moment we set foot on the land of the Wizarding World.”

Mostima nodded silently, turned and disappeared from the spot. However, a few seconds later, she reappeared. Just as she returned to Yarman's side, a huge spatial gate suddenly appeared in the void, and the surrounding spacetime was instantly distorted. The light of shattered laws outlined the shape of the spatial gate.

"Let's go!" The moment Yarman saw the portal, he took his army into his inner world and flew swiftly toward the portal.

The other four Outer Gods also withdrew their armies without hesitation and flew into the spatial gate.

Swept along by the energy flow within the spatial passage, Yarman was like a small boat on a turbulent sea, leaping towards the Wizarding World along the direction of the energy flow. Occasionally, he would give a little extra force to speed up his drift, but he dared not use too much force and shatter the spatial passage.

An hour later, the group successfully arrived in the Wizarding World. The moment the last one of them stepped out of the portal, the portal collapsed and disappeared like a bubble.

Just as the group was taken aback by the situation and kept checking their surroundings, a figure suddenly appeared beside them. "Welcome to the Wizarding World, everyone."

"Whoosh!" ×6

Four spells, along with two powerful tentacles, suddenly attacked the source of the sound. The figure stood still, without making any move. The four spells vanished silently into the void, while the two tentacles passed right through the figure, having no effect whatsoever.

Before the group could make any further moves, the figure moved slightly, and a surge of immense spiritual power instantly overwhelmed them. Like drowning children, they were subdued by the figure without any resistance.

"Alright, stop moving." The figure slowly reached out and completely immobilized Mostima and Yarman, who were still struggling. "It's good that you have this awareness, but have you realized that you've hit the wrong people?"

As he spoke, the figure slightly loosened his robe, revealing his true form beneath. "Take a good look and see who I am!"

Upon closer inspection, Yarman exclaimed, "Nyarlathotep!"

Seeing that Yarman recognized him, Nyarlathotep closed his robes again, his tone slightly mocking, "It seems my nephew has recognized me. Alright, my mission is complete, it's time to go. I'll leave this place to you now." With that, he quietly disappeared into the void.

As he felt the mental force that had been holding him back disappear, Yarman breathed a sigh of relief. Nyarlathotep's strength was truly terrifying, on par with his mother, and had easily suppressed six of his Outer Gods.

"Oh, by the way, just a reminder, be careful! And this is for you."

Just as the group breathed a sigh of relief, a voice suddenly rang out in the void, followed by a star map of the Wizarding World appearing before them, after which there was no further sound.

Standing in the void, Yarman pondered for a moment, then looked at the people beside him. "Gentlemen, our primary task now is to find a suitable place to settle down, release the soldiers, and establish a base."

"...Where do you think we should choose?" a physical Outer God inquired. "The edge of the world? Or some insignificant, desolate star system within the world?"

After a moment of contemplation, Yarman looked up and said, "Let's choose an inconspicuous star system, preferably one that already has some life. That way, I can fake our life force and take over the nest."

Upon hearing his words, everyone nodded in agreement.

Holding the star map, Yarman carefully examined each galaxy. Soon, he selected a star system located in the eastern universe, far from the center of the world, where there was some life.

Based on their location on the star map, the group immediately set off for the star system, preparing to settle there.

Chapter 314: I'm Not Sad at All

With Mostima's spatial folding spell, the group traversed most of the world in just a few seconds, arriving at the backward and remote life-bearing star system chosen by Yarman. Standing on the edge of the star system, the Outer Gods looked at each other, and finally all turned their gazes to Yarman in the middle.

Feeling the gazes of the others, Yarman sighed, "Alright, I've recorded the life energy of the entire galaxy. You can proceed now. By the way, try not to damage the planet's ecosystem... Never mind, just don't destroy the planet. I'll handle the rest."

After glancing at the group that had scattered, Yarman stood still, then turned to Mostima beside him and said, "Aren't you going to make a move? If we wait any longer, this entire star system will be doomed."

“A few of them are enough. I’ll stay here and cover up the traces for you.” Mostima stood with her hands behind her back beside him. Invisible spatial fluctuations spread from her body toward the galaxy, subtly separating the entire galaxy from the Wizarding World, temporarily turning it into an independent small world.

Looking at the star system that had been silently isolated into a small world, Yarman couldn't help but exclaim, "Your strength is getting stronger and stronger. Now, if I want to take you down, I'll have to go all out."

"The way you're talking makes it sound like I'm weak," Mostima said, somewhat displeased.

Yarman shook his head with a wry smile, "Think about how long you've been an Outer God, and you've already achieved this. Many born Outer Gods have to go through a lot of trouble to turn a star system into an independent small world."

“As far as I know, your Starry Mist is already capable of nurturing faction-leader level rulers, right?” Mostima looked at Yarman with a half-smile, glancing casually to the side. “If I hadn’t checked Terra’s energy sources, I wouldn’t have known that your production capacity accounted for 52.26%.”

“Single-handedly, you produce more energy than the entire Terra.” Mostima silently appeared behind Yarman, wrapped her arms around him from behind, and rested her head on his shoulder. “And that doesn’t even include those strange rulers you’ve placed in the River of Life, Yarman. You’ve kept them well hidden!”

Yarman asked curiously, "How did you know that I've been breeding some Dominators in the River of Life? I don't recall you ever paying attention to the River of Life!"

“I just knew it.” Mostima replied calmly, then released Yarman and looked at the small world she had forcibly created. “Alright, they’ve solved the problem. It’s your turn.”

Yarman stepped forward, and thin, emerald-green threads gently burrowed into the small world, beginning to reshape the life laws of this small world and modify the life force of the army released by the four outer gods.

A giant emerald green net slowly formed above the galaxy, enveloping the entire galaxy within it. Then, the net slowly disappeared, and from the outside, the composition of life in the galaxy appeared no different from before.

"Alright, let's go in." Yarman slowly lowered his right hand. The life magic array covering an entire galaxy was not a particularly difficult thing for him now.

The two entered the star system before them. After releasing the soldiers within him, Yarman found four Outer Gods chatting and laughing together. "Stop chatting, we still need to prepare to build our base!"

"This kind of thing can be left to the people below," the Energy God said with a smile. He pointed to the Familia below who were carrying huge tower-shaped machines and flying towards various corners of the galaxy. "It's already prepared. Once it's installed, the problem will be solved."

Looking at the towering machine being towed away, Yarman asked curiously, "What is that?"

"It's said to be a machine developed by three adults together. It seems to have originated from another world, a machine used to... yes, to stabilize the rules of the real world. After it came to us, it was directly modified into a machine for modifying directional laws." The Outer God of the Mental Realm said casually, looking at the machine flying slowly in the distance.

Upon hearing his words, Yarman immediately understood what it was: the Reverse Scranton Reality Anchor. However, its shape was rather abstract, and he didn't recognize it at first.

Silently watching the equipment being slowly towed away, Yarman stood there without saying a word until the equipment was completely out of sight before he came to his senses. "Hey... um? Why are you looking at me like that?"

“Let me see what you’re doing looking at that thing.” Mostima stared at Yarman’s face and asked with a hint of surprise, “You seem to have thought of something.”

"The first time I saw that thing was in the world of Aurora. We were trying to break the vine barrier on the imperial city." Yarman sighed a little forlornly, then shook his head. "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. It's all old news."

Looking again in the direction where the equipment disappeared, Yarman sighed deeply. He still vividly remembered Scranton's selfless leap when he, Dumbledore, and Veronica were lying on the castle floor, exhausted and about to be swallowed by quicksand.

Later, when the group became world administrators, they betrayed him for the sake of their own world's interests. The pain of that betrayal was unforgettable for him.

"People really do change!"

Seeing Yarman sighing and lamenting in front of him, Mosti immediately stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "Alright, don't be sad."

“I’m not sad!” Yarman turned to her and said earnestly, “I’m not sad at all!”

"Okay, okay, you're not sad at all." Mostima nodded seriously and patted his shoulder. "Don't be sad... um... then, don't be happy?"

"..."

“Alright, enough joking around.” Mostima pointed around. “There’s a question: should this star system continue in its current small-world state, or should the restrictions be lifted?”

Yarman thought for a moment, "Actually, it doesn't matter. Anyway, my life deception array is already complete. Even if an Outer God of equal strength uses his mental power to check, he won't be able to see the difference. But if they fly in directly to check, or if their strength reaches the level of the Great Mother Goddess and Nyarlathotep, then that's a different story."

“Then I’ll withdraw.” Mostima casually withdrew the spell. The restrictions on her spell were exactly the same as those of Yarman’s. Anyone who could break Yarman’s spells could definitely see through her spells.

At this point, casting two more concealment spells would be pointless, as their effects would overlap.

“What are we going to do next?” Mostima asked again, gesturing around. “Just finish building the base? We don’t need to worry about anything else? That can’t be right.”

"Of course not. We still need to draw a permanent interdimensional space portal array, prepare the laws to corrupt this world, and gather intelligence on Outer God-level wizards..."

Chapter 315: The Incarnation of an Outer God-Level Life Wizard

On the surface of a planet at the center edge of a star system.

Sitting in the makeshift command post, Yarman looked at the four Outer Gods on his left and right sides. "Now, the base has been initially completed. We have successfully established a foothold in this world. Next, what we need to do is build spatial channels and weaken this world at the same time!"

The four of them nodded in unison, without saying anything more.

“Mostima will lead the task of building the spatial passage, and the four of you will work together to complete it!” Yarman looked at Mostima, who was about to say something, and said, “I have more important things to do.”

Mostima asked without hesitation, "What are you going to do?"

“I need to gather more information about this world, and at the same time, try to corrupt its laws,” Yalman replied calmly, stopping Mostima from speaking. “Here, I am the strongest, and only I can accomplish this; the success rate is highest!”

"What are you planning to do?" Mostima pressed, sensing that Yarman was about to make some big moves again, the kind that could easily get him killed.

Sensing Mostima's gaze, Yarman turned his head to the other side. "It's nothing, just a small plan. Maybe it can give us a breakthrough opportunity. Alright, that's all." With that, he stood up and pulled his hood back up. "I'm leaving now."

After saying his last words, he tore open space, entered the spatial rift, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

As Yarman left, Mostima's expression was uncertain. The surrounding spacetime became extremely distorted and fragile due to her unconscious interference. After the four Outer Gods tried to leave without success, they could only sit there, waiting anxiously for her to calm down or come to her senses.

After a long while, she finally let out a reluctant sigh, looked at the few Outer Gods sitting in their chairs, not daring to move an inch, forced a smile, waved her hand, and stabilized spacetime again, "Alright, you all go and set up the venue first, and we'll start drawing the magic array in a bit."

"Yes, Commander!" ×4

The four exchanged a glance, stood up, saluted, and quickly left the command room. The strength of their two commanders was simply too great; even the tip of the iceberg of their strength that had just been revealed made them feel invincible.

But it's no wonder. If he wasn't strong enough, how could he have been appointed as the vanguard general and led the team to be the first to arrive in this equally treacherous world?

Outside the star system, a spatial rift suddenly appeared. Yarman stepped out of the rift, took out the star map that Nyarlathotep had given them, and carefully made notes on it, marking each point.

"I wonder if there are any Outer God-level wizards left." Yarman looked at the star map in his hand with some distress. He had already figured out how to corrupt this world and at the same time gather information about it.

That is, directly capture an Outer God-level wizard, assimilate his soul, and then modify his brain so that he remains as original as possible while becoming an avatar. Use the avatar to gather intelligence and corrupt the laws at the same time. As long as you don't encounter a truly super strong person, you will definitely not be exposed.

"It's just that assimilating souls is a bit troublesome. This job still needs to be done by Old Lin." Yarman muttered as he took notes. Although Lin Yi had switched to technological cultivation, he was still a traditional cultivator at heart and had a deep understanding of souls, especially how to forcibly convert others.

After sifting through the various markers, he quickly selected the point most likely to contain an Outer God-level wizard. He then immediately set off. This time, instead of jumping through space, he used a piece of still-living wood to enter the River of Life in the Wizarding World.

Relying on the Tree of Life array, he was almost one with the River of Life. Even the Outer Gods, who were most skilled at searching, could not find Yarman in such a state in the River of Life.

Relying on the tributaries of the River of Life that spread throughout the entire world, he easily checked all the selected points, but unfortunately, he did not find the existence of any Outer God-level wizards.

Floating in the river of life, Yarman sighed helplessly. The wizarding world was simply too vast, and there were too few Outer God-level wizards, most of whom had completely separated themselves from the world.

After much deliberation, Yarman decided to continue his search within the River of Life. He did not believe that all Outer God-level wizards existed independently of the world; there must be a few who were still connected to the River of Life.

He swam continuously in the river of life, examining each and every living being. After searching most of the tributaries of the river of life, he finally found a special being.

"It wasn't easy, but we finally found one!" Yalman breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head with emotion. After spending so much effort, he finally found an Outer God. The most important thing was that this Outer God was also pursuing the path of life, which was exactly the same path as him!

Silently arriving at the tributary of the wizard's life river, Yarman did not immediately make a move. Instead, he followed the flow of the river of laws, gradually flowing into the wizard's body and entering his essence. Without a sound, he merged with the wizard.

Yarman began to slowly move toward his brain, gradually reducing the range of his soul's movement, while carefully fine-tuning his brain to make it easier for him to control it remotely.

Once everything was ready, Yarman acted decisively. In the wizard's terrified gaze, he completely suppressed the wizard's soul in a small space in the cerebral cortex. With the power of the River of Life, the life law mixed with spiritual power instantly overwhelmed the wizard's soul.

Watching the spirit fox gradually assimilated by him under his mental guidance, Yarman revealed a satisfied smile. He slowly walked out of the wizard's body, glanced at the wizard who was slumped on the ground as if he had no bones, and said, "Stop sleeping, get up, let's get down to business."

“Yes… it is I.” The wizard slowly got up from the ground, staring blankly at Yarman. His voice was stiff and strange, as if he had just learned to speak, and his movements were also very strange.