novelraw Chapter 571: Battle and War
Chapter 571: Battle and War
Chapter 571: Battle and War
The battle began without any warning.
“Ashheart” Martin raised his hand first.
His movement was extremely restrained. The moment his sleeve slid back, three streaks of black lightning shot out silently.
They were not lightning at all, but “void fissures” compressed to the extreme.
The light domain they passed through made no sound whatsoever, simply vanishing into thin air and leaving behind three absolute trails of darkness.
Thanks to the nature of spatial wizardry, even though the two sides were separated by an unknown number of kilometers, the three streaks of black lightning still arrived in front of the Silent Abyss in an instant. The Silent Abyss did not dodge.
It merely tilted its gaze slightly, and the three fissures, capable of devouring planets, abruptly halted ten thousand meters away from it, then faded away bit by bit like pencil marks erased by a rubber.
“Modifying information…” Martin narrowed his eyes, countless runes flashing rapidly within his pupils. “Has the intensity increased this much?”
At that moment, the Silent Abyss moved. The instant it raised its right hand, the energy of half the plane began to riot.
[Formatting: Regional Reset.]
A silent command erupted on the information level.
A light screen the size of half a plane swept forward like a tsunami. Wherever it passed, whether loose elements or space itself, all attributes were stripped away in an instant, forcibly reduced to the most primitive zero-state nothingness.
Sensing the power of this strike, Martin lightly tapped his finger.
Boom!!!
A dark red ember exploded in front of him, instantly expanding into a massive fire lotus spanning tens of thousands of kilometers.
Every petal of the lotus was inscribed with twisted wizard runes—the “logical islands” Martin had forcibly carved out using his own computational power.
No matter how the information waves outside battered against it or attempted to format it, the laws within the fire lotus remained self-contained and as steady as a boulder.
“Not a bad technique, but relying solely on computational power, you won’t be able to take me down.”
Martin’s voice was icy.
He abruptly swung his robe, and dark red ash coalesced in the void into countless tentacles capable of shattering planets. They crossed half the plane’s distance, carrying destructive elemental force, and lashed viciously toward the giant of light.
This strike was powerful enough to disintegrate an ordinary material plane on the spot!
However, the giant of light merely flashed its eyes.
[Redefine: Hardness negative, mass zero.]
The moment the ash tentacles were about to touch it, the attack that could have destroyed a plane suddenly became gentler than smoke, passing straight through the giant’s body without causing the slightest harm.
Pure white pillars of light and dark red streams of ash crisscrossed and clashed across billions of kilometers.
Every collision triggered massive swaths of spatial collapse.
Martin suddenly seemed to sense something and raised his head.
At some point, the light above his head had begun to twist, coalescing into a giant hand with a diameter exceeding one hundred thousand kilometers.
The palm lines were formed from countless starlights, and each finger was entwined with the underlying laws of this plane.
It pressed downward. There was no wind or roar—only a pure, suffocating “presence.”
Seeing this, Martin took a deep breath. “How troublesome…”
He subconsciously glanced at the newly built outpost camp behind him, then his figure flashed, splitting into several thousand afterimages that spread outward in all directions with the outpost camp at the center.
Each afterimage carried a portion of his computational power and began constructing different defensive wizardries while scattering.
The instant the giant hand descended, a full three thousand six hundred nodes lit up simultaneously.
Flames, ice, crystal walls, force fields, spatial fractures, time delays, causal swaps…
Three thousand six hundred completely different wizardries erupted at once, forcibly tearing a fine crack in the giant hand that could crush stars. By the time the giant hand landed, the outpost camp built by the wizards had just slipped through the gap.
The Silent Abyss’s expression remained calm—or rather, it had no need to express emotion.
Seeing that the attack had not achieved the expected result, it once again mobilized information authority, attempting to mark the very existence of “Ashheart” Martin as “erroneous data” and delete it.
But this time, it encountered resistance.
At some unknown point, Martin’s true body had already transferred to the knuckle of the giant hand’s finger. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of black blood. The blood burned in the air, transforming into dense chains of runes that spread wildly along the giant hand’s palm lines.
A large number of rune chains even crossed spatial isolation, extending directly onto the Silent Abyss’s main body through the giant palm.
The Silent Abyss lowered its head to look at the sudden chain-like patterns on its arm. It could feel that these chains had locked down its modification authority over this portion of information.
“Got you,” Martin said softly.
The next second, his hands slammed together.
Using the giant hand as a medium and the chains as a link, a torrent of elements powerful enough to burn away a plane’s origin was forcibly poured into the Silent Abyss’s information core. Flames, frost, lightning, acid, radiation, decay…
All known and unknown elemental damages were compressed under his control into a thin, nearly invisible thread that shot straight toward the Silent Abyss’s core consciousness.
Faced with such an attack, the Silent Abyss finally moved.
It raised its right hand and decisively tore off its left arm, the one connected to the gray chains, and discarded it.
The moment the left arm detached from the Silent Abyss’s body, it was instantly reduced to nothingness by the attack.
But the attack did not stop and continued flying toward the Silent Abyss.
Seeing this, the Silent Abyss raised its right hand, fingers spread wide.
The elemental thread capable of piercing stars began to disintegrate three feet from its palm.
All the power and knowledge within the elemental thread were forcibly “dismantled” back into the most basic information units. The Silent Abyss read these pieces of information, a trace of something akin to interest flashing in its eyes.
In the next instant, Martin’s expression changed drastically.
He discovered that the light around him had begun to twist, spatial coordinates forcibly altered. The Silent Abyss, which had been half a plane away, instantly appeared less than ten thousand meters in front of him.
At this distance, for beings of their level, it was practically face to face.
The Silent Abyss did not speak.
It simply extended its already regenerated left arm and raised a single finger, gently pointing forward.
A pure white pillar of light shot out from its fingertip, flying straight toward the outpost camp behind Martin.
The pillar was terrifyingly thick, with a diameter exceeding one thousand meters. Space twisted wherever it passed.
Massive amounts of energy had been gathered, condensed using the information analyzed earlier, and formed into this powerful attack.
Looking at this terrifyingly powerful strike, Martin instead smiled.
“Copying my move?”
He raised his right hand, fingers spread, and pressed forward into empty air.
It looked like he had simply performed a simple gesture without any additional casting.
But the white pillar of light—powerful enough to destroy stars—suddenly halted several kilometers away from the outpost camp.
It hung motionless in the air, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, unable to move.
“Even though you learned the relevant knowledge, your execution is too crude.”
Martin gently closed his five fingers.
Boom!
The pillar of light exploded from the middle, shattering into countless tiny specks of light that scattered in all directions.
The aftershocks of the explosion formed visible ripples that spread outward in circles.
Those ripples swept across the sea of light in the Information Plane, stirring up towering waves.
Inside the outpost camp, Jie Ming felt his scalp go numb as he watched.
Was this the power of an eighth-ring wizard?
With a casual grip, he had crushed an attack capable of destroying a planet?
Although he had participated in wizard wars before, strictly speaking, this was the first time he had so intuitively felt the power of an eighth-ring wizard. The Silent Abyss, its attack thwarted, did not stop.
It raised both hands at the same time, fingers flicking repeatedly.
Countless fine threads of light shot out from its fingertips. These threads intertwined, entangled, and wove in the air, forming a massive net that covered the sky and descended toward the outpost camp.
Every single thread was an independent attack, and each attack contained different information logic.
Some tried to tamper with causality, some tried to contaminate cores, and others headed straight for the wizards’ spiritual seas.
This was the attack method information beings excelled at most: multi-threaded parallel information invasion.
Martin’s laughter rang out.
“This move is no longer useful against us.”
He raised his left hand and lightly traced a line in the air with his index finger.
A gray streak of light flew out from his fingertip to meet the giant net.
Wherever the gray light passed, the originally interwoven threads of light suddenly began to conflict with one another and attack each other.
Martin had used his own information logic to forcibly intervene in the opponent’s weaving process, causing the threads’ logic to clash. The giant net began to collapse in mid-air.
And Martin still had energy to spare, diverting a portion of his power to protect the newly built wizard outpost camp behind him.
A layer of pale gray light shield enveloped the entire camp, completely isolating the scattered energy aftershocks.
Jie Ming quickly withdrew his gaze from the distant battlefield, took a deep breath, and suppressed the shock in his heart.
He still could not intervene in a clash between top-tier powers.
But he had his own task.
Jie Ming turned and ran toward the center of the camp.
There, a fifth-ring wizard was controlling a giant puppet, striding over while carrying something on its shoulder.
It was an altar.
The Fate Subsystem that Jie Ming had personally designed and inscribed earlier was connected to the altar.
But at this moment, it was more than three times larger than before. Its base was linked to an entire array node cluster, and there was even a large chunk of foundation directly excavated from the ship plane.
“Lord Jie Ming!” The wizard jumped down from the puppet and shouted excitedly, “I’ve brought what you asked for!”
Jie Ming looked at the massive puppet that had even carried over the foundation, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Brought it…
Truly straightforward.
But he had no time to complain.
In the distance, the battle between Martin and the Silent Abyss was growing increasingly intense. Although Martin currently held the upper hand, this was the Information Plane—the opponent’s home ground.
The energy the Silent Abyss could mobilize was nearly limitless. The longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for the wizards.
“All Black Giant Priests, come out!”
With a thought from Jie Ming, the gate to the inner world within his body boomed open.
The remaining several hundred black figures rushed out simultaneously and landed around him.
Each of these Black Giant Priests stood over two meters tall, with black liquid metal slowly flowing across their bodies and devouring the surrounding light.
“Reassemble the altar according to what I taught you before!”
Jie Ming pointed at the massive altar. “You five, handle rune calibration! You ten, handle energy node connections! The rest, secure the array bases!”
The several hundred Black Giant Priests moved at once.
Their intelligence had always far surpassed that of ordinary Black Giants, and with several rounds of prior training, they now divided their labor clearly and cooperated seamlessly. Some carried rune bases, some laid energy lines, some adjusted node positions, and some tested connection stability.
Jie Ming stood at the center of the altar, golden light flashing between his brows.
Through the Fate Subsystem, he connected to every priest, monitoring the altar’s assembly progress in real time and handling any potential issues immediately. The surrounding environment began to fluctuate violently.
In the distance, the sea of information light surged endlessly as countless information beings frantically mobilized energy.
It was obvious that although they had deployed the Silent Abyss, the information beings had not given up on launching a legion assault.
Or rather, at this moment, the information-being legion’s attack had already arrived.
Jie Ming could sense countless information tentacles attempting to infiltrate the outpost camp.
They surged in from every direction, searching for gaps in the defensive arrays and crevices in the wizards’ spiritual seas.
“Don’t mind those!”
A seventh-ring wizard’s furious roar rang out.
He and more than a dozen other seventh-ring wizards stood at the outermost edge of the camp, engaged in fierce combat with the information-being army.
What they were casting was precisely the “Information Weaving” wizardry developed by Jie Ming.
Although Jie Ming had not yet had time to simplify it, for these high-tier wizards, the recent period had been more than enough for them to fully master it. Invisible blades of information slashed out from their hands, precisely cutting into the information beings’ network and forcibly severing the originally tightly connected individuals.
The once densely packed information-being army began to form patches of “isolated islands.”
“Attack!”
More wizards charged forward.
They unleashed various information-type wizardries, clashing head-on with the segmented information-being legions.
After conducting extensive research on information beings, the wizards now held the advantage when facing them.
However, although the information beings were currently being divided and surrounded by the high-tier wizards and eliminated in batches, their numbers were simply too great.
In the isolated regions, many information beings were still frantically assaulting the barriers.
The battle instantly entered a white-hot phase.
On Jie Ming’s side, the altar’s assembly had reached the final stage.
“Energy node connections complete!”
“Rune calibration finished!”
“Array bases secured!”
The voices of the Black Giant Priests rose and fell.
Jie Ming took a deep breath and pressed both hands onto the altar’s core.
“Fate Subsystem, activate!”
Golden light blazed brightly between his brows.
In that instant, the entire altar came to life. Countless runes lit up simultaneously, energy circuits connected layer by layer, and a thick golden pillar of light shot skyward from the center of the altar, piercing straight into the heavens.
Martin, who was engaged with the Silent Abyss, glanced back and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.
Then he turned back and looked at the hundred-meter-tall humanoid being.
“Now, we can have some real fun.”
He raised both hands at the same time.
This time, the power of an eighth-ring wizard poured out without reservation.
The distant sky instantly changed color.