A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"...Okay, calm down. Since things aren't going well here, just do what you can and wait for things to develop. Don't rush." ​​Yarman held the phone, constantly reassuring the doctor on the other end of the line, whose voice was gentle yet firm, full of confidence.

“Don’t be afraid. Even if things really don’t work out, you still have me, don’t you?” Yarman said gently.

“…Alright, Yarman, I’ll arrange the work at Rhodes Island first.”

After gently hanging up the phone, Yarman glanced at Mostima, who was looking at him with even more curiosity. He shrugged helplessly and said with a smile, "There's nothing I can do. That's just how it is. We agreed that I would be his pillar of support. Now that he's panicked and asked me for advice, all I can do is try to comfort him."

“I had no idea you were running a psychological counseling program,” Mostima teased him.

Hearing this, Yarman gave a helpless bitter smile. He didn't want to counsel people every day, but he had no choice. "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's eat first."

As he spoke, he picked up his fork, used it to lift up the thick noodles in front of him, put them in his mouth, and began to chew quickly. "You should try it. This authentic thick noodle is really interesting. It's completely different from the one we had last time, that thing called chocolate sauce thick noodles."

“Of course they’re different! How could they be the same?” Mostima sighed helplessly and began to eat non-stop. After just one bite, her eyes lit up. “It’s really good!”

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. Where exactly is the Black Pharaoh?"

"Well... it seems like we'll arrive in about eight hours." Yarman frowned, somewhat uncertainly. The other party was clearly using the Dream Realm to travel at an incredible speed. Because he wasn't sure how skilled the Black Pharaoh was at using the Dream Realm for teleportation, he couldn't be sure how much longer it would take.

Hearing this, Mostima raised an eyebrow. "Then it seems it's about to begin. Are you ready?"

"It's been prepared for a long time!"

…………

Standing atop the black chariot, the Black Pharaoh gazed silently into the distance. His body was now completely distorted, the surrounding reality torn apart and replaced by a dreamlike world filled with yellow sand, pyramids, and a blood-red sky.

Endless spiritual power and energy were flowing into his body from the world behind him, transforming him into an increasingly powerful being. However, he soon stopped this activity, as it was far too extravagant. In just a short while, the small world had shrunk by about 1%, and he could no longer continue.

If things continue like this, the little world in the dream world will be gone before he even reaches New Sicily.

“But it’s all worth it.” The Black Pharaoh glanced at the increasingly terrifying members of the cult around him, the increasingly powerful Dreamland Desert soldiers, and the increasingly bloated high-energy stone worms, and nodded with satisfaction.

Having spent so many resources this time, he's determined to make a killing. He won't stop until he's completely sacrificed the entire city of New Sicily and all its inhabitants!

“A vast amount of resources can only be acquired through massive investment,” the Black Pharaoh said with a cold laugh. He gazed quietly into the distance, his enhanced vision allowing him to see the distant city of New Sicily across hundreds of kilometers. He was quite satisfied with the prosperity of that city-state.

Only in such a prosperous city-state can one obtain enough information, spiritual power, and energy after making a sacrifice!

“Pharaoh!” a voice rang out beside him.

He turned his head slightly and saw a muscular black warrior in full black armor, with a long sword at his waist, kneeling on the ground and respectfully saying to him, "Our spies have already gathered intelligence on New Sicily City. They know of our existence, but they are still not in a state of emergency!"

"Hmm." The Black Pharaoh nodded calmly. "Very good, go down."

"Yes!" The samurai left respectfully.

Looking into the distance, the Black Pharaoh pondered for a moment, then calmly asked, "Vasily, what do you think?"

The warlock standing to the side immediately bowed, the long staff in his hand emitting an eerie green light, and he respectfully replied, "I think this is a good thing, Pharaoh."

"Hmm, let's speed things up!" The Black Pharaoh slowly raised his staff, and instantly, the space around the army began to distort rapidly, moving forward at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.

"Don't give them a chance to back out!"

Seeing the Black Pharaoh effortlessly engulf his entire army with a single spell, Vasily's body, shrouded in a long, dark robe, trembled slightly, and a look of astonishment appeared in his sandy-yellow eyes.

This miracle convinced him that the city of New Sicily would surely fall into their hands!

…………

"I have sensed that a great being is leading his army toward us!" Ghost Shark said calmly, kneeling on the ground with his eyes closed, "The first god born in the Dream Realm, a great god who should not exist in this world!"

"He stole the world's resources, broke the rules, and ultimately made his own fortune."

"Are you sure?" Kal'tsit looked at Specter kneeling on the ground, her brow furrowed slightly. "Who told you that?"

"My Lord."

Specter slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Kal'tsit, who was standing with her arms crossed and a serious expression on her face, and suddenly laughed. "As expected, you have also connected to the Dream Realm and have even begun to use its power to modify yourself. You truly deserve to be called the ageless lord. You are indeed qualified to have a place in Terra."

"...Whether I am qualified or not is not for you, a fish, to judge."

"Really? Really? Huh?" Specter suddenly started laughing, and she said leisurely, "My dear Kal'tsit, do you know? I'm currently writing this year's Terra Bio-Annual Assessment Report. Neither of us wants me to be in a bad mood while completing this task, right?"

"..."

"If you insist, I can add your name to the 'Special Observation Subject' list." Specter slowly walked up to Kal'tsit, looking down at her. "What do you think? Kal'tsit, who abused the Dream Realm without permission?"

"..."

Seeing Kal'tsit's still indifferent expression, Specter suddenly laughed. She rubbed Kal'tsit's smooth face and said with a playful smile, "Just kidding, why would I write your name? You're so cute~~!"

As she spoke, she looked at Amiya, smiled, walked over, and picked her up. "Would you like me to get you a special candidate position? There will be preferential treatment in terms of resources!"

"Do you have that much power?" the doctor asked slowly, sitting to the side and looking at Specter.

Hearing this, Ghost Shark shrugged and said innocently, "Originally, these tasks should have been distributed among a group of divine messengers, but since my master only has me as his divine messenger, I'll have to do them all by myself."

"So... your report really will be seen by Yarman!"

“Yes, after a while, I still need to meet with my boss to review the report and determine the next steps!” Ghost Shark said calmly. “Sigh, that’s all the work.”

After sitting in his chair for a moment, the Doctor stood up and walked over to Specter. "Lauren Tina, it's about that special individual training spot of yours, could you... you know..."

How many does Rhodes Island want?

"This... thirty?"

"You're dreaming! Three, that's all!" Ghost Shark said decisively, holding out his hand. "Three, three million Standard World Origin Cubes per person!"

"make a deal!"

Chapter 180: The Great Battle Begins

Looking at the operators around him who were repairing their equipment, Specter said leisurely, "Instead of repairing your equipment, why don't you take out the weapons from your warehouse? The weapons you have... it's not that they're bad, but they're not particularly effective against their defenses."

"Okay, I admit it, it actually has almost no effect."

Looking at the Specter sitting lazily in the chair, Kal'tsit said seriously, "Are you sure it won't do any good? I remember that powerful physical damage and magic can effectively kill them."

“That’s true, but in my opinion…” Ghost Shark looked everyone in the room over and shook his head with a hint of regret. “It’s not that I look down on you, but none of you can do that. I even doubt whether your weapons can penetrate their armor.”

After sitting in his chair and thinking for a moment, the Doctor looked up with concern and asked Kal'tsit, "Should we have the remaining operators take out the weapons from the warehouse?"

“…Okay.” Kal’tsit finally nodded. Anyway, those weapons were just gathering dust in the warehouse, and now that they were needed, she might as well take them out and use them.

Looking at the group, Ghost Shark nodded in satisfaction. "A wise choice. We still have some time. If we wait any longer, we won't have a chance to get it."

Where are they now?

"Are you asking me?" Specter leaned forward slightly, propping her head up with her right hand, and said in surprise to Kal'tsit, who had a poker face, "Surely someone who knows everything would know, right?"

"..."

"They're using the Dreamscape to travel. Why don't you just connect to the Dreamscape and sense where there are any fluctuations nearby?" Specter looked at Kal'tsit strangely, pointing at her questioningly, "You've already started to sublimate your internal organs, and you don't even know this?"

"........."

"How strange! I can't understand it at all." Specter looked at Kal'tsit, who remained calm on the other side, and shook her head in disbelief. Sure enough, with the opening of the Dream Realm, this world became even stranger.

Seeing the puzzled look on Specter's face, Kal'tsit asked, "Are you going to join the war this time?"

“Yes, I’m ready.” Ghost Shark nodded decisively. Yarman had already sent her a message that was very simple: fight if you can, and run if you can’t. Don’t hesitate.

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"So, with that guy around, the world is quicker to accept new things," Yarman said helplessly, looking at Mostima across from him.

In his perception, the Black Pharaoh had mastered the Dream Realm, using it in various unprecedented ways. These methods, along with the flow of information within the Dream Realm, spread to every corner, and now the entire Dream Realm knew about his actions.

But soon, no more information came out. He had developed a way to conceal how he used the Dream Realm, and this fluctuation became his last unencrypted fluctuation.

“Indeed, so it’s better not to kill someone like that.” Mostima said calmly while sipping his cream of mushroom soup, “He’s practically a genius communicator.”

"I can already foresee what Terra will become in the future." Yarman sighed again, the god in the faith comes true, descends to earth to save believers, and then all kinds of gods fight each other, making a mess of things.

The intensity of future wars will definitely increase, and the Dream Realm is destined to become more and more chaotic. His bottom line is very simple: as long as it does not lead to mass extinction of species and the destruction of the planet, it will be fine.

Of course, causing a large-scale collapse of the Dream Realm and a large-scale paralysis of the internal circulation of the star nodes is also unacceptable!

Mostima raised her head slightly, then slowly lowered it again. "Actually, you were happy to see this happen, weren't you? You didn't really impose many restrictions on the information aggregate, nor did you particularly limit the expansion of the Dream Realm."

“This…” Yarman waved his hand awkwardly, shrugged, and did not answer. He admitted that he had no way to stop it all, and had only set the bare minimum restrictions.

“But it doesn’t matter. They’re all smart; they know what they should and shouldn’t do.” Mostima looked at Yarman opposite her and smiled slightly. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

“Because of the Dream Realm, many things that were impossible before are now possible,” Yarman said in a deep voice, silently eating his pasta. “The power system is no longer limited to Originium, more people have the opportunity to become strong, the overall quality of living beings has improved, and the pace of technological development has accelerated…”

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Our Pharaoh is arriving soon, let's get ready to watch the battle." Yarman picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, then pulled out a Syracuse coin from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Seeing this, Mostima also stood up and followed him out the door.

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"A large army is indeed marching towards us!" Lord Rupert looked at his messenger, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes, which was quickly replaced by determination. "New Sicily cannot be lost! If the shipping route is shut down... has there been any news from Sicily?"

“We have news, Lord City Lord, but…” The operator stepped forward with a report, looking troubled. “Our signal has been cut off. We only received half the information. Sicily has ordered us to enter a state of emergency, and reinforcements will arrive in the next few days.”

"Don't you know the divination method?"

"Yes, the information stops starting from the number of days."

“…I understand.” Lord Rupert nodded seriously, then stood up and announced, “New Sicily City is officially in a state of war. All personnel shall operate according to the exercise plan!”

"Yes, Lord City Lord!"

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Watching the city gates slowly close below and the city defense cannons slowly starting up beside her, Ghost Shark revealed a mocking smile. She sneered and said, "How foolish! They missed the best window of opportunity and are now doomed. They're still thinking about closing the gates, without even considering whether they'll allow it!"

A kilometer away, the Black Pharaoh's army had already formed ranks, and a massive number of Originium Bugs were rushing towards the mobile city. From the sky, they looked like a black and red tide, unstoppable as they surged toward the mobile city, as if they would devour the entire city in the next second.

"Boom!" ×n

At that moment, all the city's defensive cannons fired simultaneously. The war machine built by the Terran humans revealed its fangs. The cannonballs, comparable in size to ordinary cars, drew a beautiful arc in the air and crashed irresistibly into the black tide, with violent explosions resounding through the sky.

Intense sandstorms and bursts of fire lit up the sky, making it impossible to tell whether it was the explosion of artillery shells or the explosion of the Originium Bugs themselves. After the smoke cleared, the vast blank space was invigorating.

"Don't be too happy yet." The doctor coldly looked at the swarm of insects below, pointing to the spot where the explosion had just occurred. "Clearing a large area is indeed satisfying, but how long will the blank space last? The shells are powerful, but they are ultimately powerless against the tide. Have the city defense forces started to deploy?"

"The first line of defense of the city's defense forces at the bottom has been breached," Kal'tsit said seriously. On the monitoring screen in the central control room, almost all the soldiers of the first line of defense had been killed in the active explosion of the Originium Bugs.

"Our lads will hold back the swarm of insects! The Sicilians will build a dam of flesh and blood to stop the swarm!"

Hearing the words of the leader of the Rupert City Defense Force, the doctor gave a wry smile. If flesh and blood could really stop the beast tide, then humanity would not need to develop mechanical technology!

It seems the battle for the lowest level of mobile cities has already been decided!

Chapter 181: The First High-Level Clash Between the Mystic Side and the Technological Side

“bong!” ×n

"Ah~~~!"

The usually quiet lower levels of the mobile city have now been transformed into a living hell. Countless mangled corpses and the flesh and blood of various Originium worms have covered the ground. The air is filled with a mixture of smells of blood, roasted meat, and gunpowder, and thick, almost impenetrable, smoke and dust have accumulated in the air.

Seeing the fearless, ever-advancing army of Originium Bugs, the Luper soldier took a deep breath in terror, only to have his mouth filled with thick smoke and dust, and began to cough incessantly.

"Cough cough cough~~~!"

The other soldiers weren't much better off; they all had some injuries. Although they had taken away several times the number of Originium Bugs that had been killed, they still couldn't stop the swarm's attack.

Of course, this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that they are the last line of defense at the bottom level. The defenses and traps they painstakingly set up have been completely crushed. Almost all of their comrades are dead. The enemy's tactics are actually very simple, even rudimentary.

It's simply about walking up to your target, fighting them until the very last moment of your life, then exploding in an instant, taking your opponent with you, and that's it.

There's nothing fancy about it, but this tactic is incredibly powerful when faced with an unbelievably large number of people.

The officer glanced at the soldiers around him, said nothing, but took out a bundle of timed molten explosives, set the time, turned around and threw it into the elevator shaft behind him. He was determined to stop all the insects at the bottom. The stairs leading to the upper floors had all been demolished, and this elevator was the only way to get up.

"..."×n

Watching their superior's actions, the soldiers remained unmoved. They simply stood up calmly, threw the useless scrap metal and explosives around them into the elevator shaft, then grabbed their weapons and charged forward.

“bong!” ×n

Watching the dazzling clouds of explosions rising in the distance, the officer straightened his clothes, drew his command sword from his waist, and resolutely charged towards the steel-like, indifferent swarm of insects.

He didn't roar or get angry. He wanted to use his last bit of strength to kill the Originium Bug, even if it was just one. The moment he plunged his longsword into the body of the high-explosive Originium Bug, watching the golden-red flames fill his vision, he calmly closed his eyes. He had completed his mission and could leave.

The flames instantly engulfed him, and the last Originium worm explosion cloud on the lower battlefield slowly rose.

"boom!"

The molten metal explosives detonated, and the accompanying explosives instantly shattered the entire elevator shaft into fragments. The entire elevator shaft collapsed in an instant, and the passage to the upper level turned into a pool of molten lava mixed with molten steel.

Faced with the scene before them, the Originium Bugs finally stopped. The person controlling them ordered them to wait where they were, saying that flesh and blood could not cool the magma and that they should not make unnecessary sacrifices.