Translator: AnubisTL
The wizards might be able to bypass the most troublesome step of "preventing the self-detonation" and move directly to overwhelming them through sheer force.
"However, we cannot rule out the possibility that the fungal lord possesses independent consciousness and is currently lurking somewhere, waiting for an opportunity to strike," Dixon's reasoning was flawless.
He swiftly transmitted encrypted messages to Obolos at the void blockade node and Merist, who was stationed at the rear ship plane, exchanging information and assessments.
Regardless, the enemy had already pressed close, their schemes hidden behind the scenes.
Whatever the enemy's true intentions, a decisive battle would serve as the best test.
"Issue the order!" Dixon's voice, calm yet carrying undeniable authority, resonated in the minds of every wizard. "According to Plan Three, deploy the attack formation. Cannon Fodder Legion, advance! All combat wizards, prepare your spells!"
"No matter what tricks they try to play," Dixon gazed down at the allied forces surging below like a two-toned tide, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, "they will be futile against overwhelming power."
"Attack!"
Three years ago, in the throne room of the Giant Spirit Realm.
Kog's massive, semi-fluid body no longer remained as steadfast as before, but instead writhed with an unquenchable anxiety.
Beneath the cold sheen of his three pairs of compound eyes, a hint of apprehension lurked, one he was reluctant to acknowledge even to himself.
Ever since those beings calling themselves "wizards" tore through the planar barrier and forcibly invaded his world, everything had spiraled out of control.
The initial landing battle, though devastating, could still be attributed to the enemy's surprise attack and their own lack of preparation.
But what followed was a complete failure in intelligence gathering!
Every attempt to obtain enemy corpses, equipment, or even soul fragments was instantly erased along with the perpetrators by some unknown force—a clean sweep that chilled Kog to the core.
Helpless, he resorted to his ultimate "Thousand Souls Gold Crystal" to contact the Lightseeker, who claimed to know all things, hoping to purchase information.
The result?
The luminous entity vanished like steam, leaving no trace!
This was unprecedented. The Lightseeker had always been known for his unwavering reliability. Unless... he had encountered a threat even he couldn't handle, perhaps even perishing in the process?
The second wave of battle left Kog completely stunned.
It had assembled a legion of unprecedented scale, confident it could crush any invaders.
But from the moment the battle began, it devolved into a one-sided slaughter!
The enemy seemed to have completely deciphered the giant spirit realm's army's weaknesses in mere moments, unleashing bizarre and unheard-of spells that struck their vital points with terrifying precision.
The giant spirit realm's famed ability to rapidly evolve by plundering the innate talents of others proved utterly useless in this war. Not only did it fail to grant any advantage, but the enemy had even developed a comprehensive counter-strategy!
This was utterly absurd!
What kind of terrifying analytical prowess and technological capability would this require?
Even more alarming for Kog was when it personally attempted to secretly collect the corpse of a fallen wizard, only to encounter a subtle yet powerful intercepting force.
By energy levels, the enemy was clearly inferior, yet the clash left Kog at a disadvantage!
This bizarre situation, combined with the fact that even low-level wizards on the battlefield were using bizarre spells to hold their own against, or even kill, giant spirit realm warriors a level or two above them...
Kog finally understood: it wasn't facing ordinary invaders, but a terrifying civilization that was monstrously advanced in every aspect—individual combat power, technological development, and information security.
In the days that followed, the wizards' frontal assaults lessened, shifting to a systematic destruction of cities.
Yet Kog felt no relief. An unprecedentedly horrific plague erupted within its territory.
The infected twisted into grotesque statues as their bodies rejected their symbiotic organisms, ultimately dying in agony.
The plague's timing was too coincidental; Kog knew instantly who was behind it.
With both internal and external threats looming, a cold dread like a tightening noose coiled around Kog's core.
It had to find a way to break free.
In the entire Triangular Plane Cluster, only one being had the capability and potential willingness to intervene—its long-standing rival, Hilla of the Mental Realm, whom Kog had always disliked.
To swallow its pride and seek help from Hilla?
The thought sent a wave of humiliating heat through Kog.
It could already imagine that woman, who loved to play mind games, seizing this opportunity to mock it mercilessly.
But... which was more important: dignity or the survival of civilization?
Kog's massive body heaved heavily on the throne as he sighed in resignation.
He knew that by the time the foundations of his civilization were completely shaken, it would be too late to regret his actions.
Finally, reason triumphed over pride.
He activated the emergency communication channel with Hilla.
As soon as the connection was established, Hilla's ethereal voice, tinged with amusement, chimed through: "Oh? What has the invincible Iron Sovereign, Lord Kog, found time to contact his 'weak' neighbor for? Don't tell me your new toys are acting up again?"
Kog suppressed the boiling rage in his core and ignored her taunts, cutting straight to the point. He concisely described the wizard's bizarre nature, the predicament his forces faced, and the suspicious plague.
After listening, Hilla fell silent for a moment, her teasing tone softening. "If even you, the ironclad brute, find this troublesome... it seems these outlanders are indeed no ordinary threat."
She didn't immediately agree or refuse, instead saying, "Be patient, Kog. In three years, two 'old friends' will come to visit us."
"Old friends?" Kog was taken aback.
"That's right, the two from the 'contract'," Hilla prompted.
Kog immediately understood.
To obtain higher-tier resources and technology, she and Kog had signed an "auxiliary conquest contract" with an extremely powerful external civilization, regularly dispatching troops to assist in its wars.
In the process, they had also befriended some of the civilization's strongest individuals, becoming "comrades-in-arms" who had fought side-by-side.
"They... will come?" Kog confirmed, his heart instantly settling.
"Of course. The contract mission is nearing its deadline. They'll come to rendezvous with us first," Hilla assured him.
"When they arrive, combining me, you, and those two 'old friends', we'll have four beings of equal power! Even if those wizard higher-ups are as cunning as they are, can they really withstand the combined might of our four?"
After the communication ended, Kog remained alone in the throne room.
Most of the anxiety in its heart finally dissipated, replaced by a renewed sense of confidence and a trace of icy killing intent.
"Wizards... just you wait," it hissed in a low growl, its compound eyes glinting with cold light. "When the reinforcements arrive, your civilization will be annihilated! The humiliation you inflicted upon the giant spirit realm will be washed away with the corpses of your civilization!"
It began secretly mobilizing all its remaining forces, consolidating its defenses, stockpiling resources, and preparing for the counterattack three years later.
(End of the Chapter)
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