Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 461 - 6 On the Road

Looking at Fortress No. 192 just 500 kilometers away on the map, Richard breathed a sigh of relief.

500 kilometers might sound distant, but for a Dragon Beast, it’s merely a six-hour journey.

In that time frame, even if they encountered danger, as long as they exerted all their effort to escape, they could quickly reach the next fortress.

As for why not to fly, Richard noted that a shooting star streaking across the sky looked admittedly quite conspicuous. If there was a group, that would be even more striking.

Galaxy Mayflies were highly sensitive to energy; doing so would undoubtedly tell them that Wizards were coming.

Moreover, the pace of a Dragon Beast wasn’t slow. Although Wizards could fly faster than Dragon Beasts if they exerted their full strength, doing so would deplete a large amount of Magic Power, thus reducing their combat effectiveness, and it wouldn’t last long either.

This was really a loss not worth the gain.

Before long, the squad’s Wizards finished circulating the information.

They released the Dragon Beasts from their Synthetic Beast Pockets and administered the antidote to the Fake Death Potions.

As the Dragon Beasts awakened from their feigned death state, the Wizards, following the manual given by Richard, fed them some raw meat.

They then immediately mounted the Dragon Beasts and left the fortress.

Between Fortress No. 9 and Fortress No. 192 lay nothing but plains, which made their journey much easier.

Richard divided the team into groups of ten and dispersed them in all directions. Each hour, they were to report their status. If they encountered any sudden situations, they could report directly to him.

This was done for scouting out the Mayfly swarms.

They were not the White Wizard Army; their combat power would not qualitatively improve by sticking together.

Spreading out was instead more suitable for the combat mode of Black Wizards.

As the team dispersed, Richard also got a Dragon Beast as his mode of transportation.

The Dragon Beast was an excellent mount; on the plains, this creature could run at speeds that gave the sensation of a high-speed automobile using just its four legs. Wizards sat on its back without feeling a single jolt.

On the road, Richard, looking at the greatly changed landscape of the Galaxy World, let out a slight sigh.

Due to the onset of the World War of Civilizations, the majority of obstructions on the surface of the Galaxy World had been swept clean. The entire plain was stark and bare.

"Alas, but for the World War of Civilizations, this world would have been a fine one for research."

After his moment of reflection, Richard refocused his thoughts and paid full attention to the surrounding environment.

Having lost the control of space rights in the Star Realm, Galaxy Mayflies could continually dispatch troops through the armies in the Star Realm, sending them streaming through the sky into the interior of the world.

On patrol for barely fifteen minutes, Richard noticed a meteor streaking across the sky towards the distance.

Ulysses, perched on Richard’s shoulder, looked at the meteor crossing the sky and commented with interest, "Caw, the method these Galaxy Mayflies use to invade the world is quite special."

"Is it that special?" Richard replied casually, "I seem to recall that your merchant ships also have similar techniques."

According to Ulysses, the merchant fleets of the Gods World would send out small ships to enter some worlds.

These ships, crossing over the World Barrier, seemed just like meteors.

"It’s not the same," Ulysses responded. "The small ships we said entered the world are blessed by local deities. That’s akin to a permit, allowing the ship to enter the world.

"But now, this world has come into your hands, and it’s practically third-hand. The World Master of this world has probably been dead for who knows how many years.

Where will these Star Realm Mayflies go to get a blessing?

This high-frequency strategy of crossing the World Barrier is definitely what these Mayflies commonly use to conquer worlds."

Richard was noncommittal to this and replied offhand, "Such a method has a significant problem—it results in too great a loss.

With the Mayflies scattering in units and infiltrating the world at various points, they’re easily decimated by the defenders. I dare say, despite the severe losses the Wizards have taken, the Mayflies’ losses are surely far greater.

Frankly, I completely don’t understand why these Mayflies would do such a thing."

Ulysses shook his head slightly, "Each civilization has its own way of conquest, and if such a method has persisted for a long time, then it means this approach works very well in common Plane Wars.

If you only see the shortcomings, you better be careful.

When we first fought the Abyss Civilization, we thought the invasion method of the Abyss Civilization was foolish. But later on, we realized we were the fools.

Perhaps we’re already in a trap and don’t even realize it."

Ulysses’ words caused Richard’s heart to sink; indeed, if a method of conquest persisted despite tremendous losses, there had to be an underlying logic to it.

The commanders of the Galaxy Mayflies weren’t idiots; there had to be some unknown secret behind this method of conquest.

"The Great Wizard should be able to see it, right?" Richard said, somewhat uncertain.

Ulysses glanced at the meteor that was about to disappear and spoke in a low voice, "They better have figured it out because this time I can’t see through it at all."

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"Squad Nine is under attack, Squad Nine is under attack." freewebnσvel.cѳm

The sudden distress call broke the tranquility of the plains, and Richard, sitting on the back of the Dragon Beast, immediately opened his eyes.

At this moment, four hours had already passed since Richard left Fortress No. 9, with everything calm and smooth on the journey thus far. Richard had thought that it would continue to go well all the way; apparently, he was mistaken.

Civilizational war on the battlefield, how could it ever be plain sailing?

"All units pay attention, do not provide support, everyone immediately head towards fortress number 192. I will back up squad number nine."

Richard threw the Dragon Beast into the Secret Realm, and his body instantly transformed into a streak of light flying towards squad number nine’s direction. On his shoulder, Ulysses’ eyes lit up with a faint glow, and the situation of squad number nine immediately appeared before his eyes.

"About a hundred thousand Mayflies, this squad is beyond saving."

Hearing Ulysses’ judgment, Richard didn’t alter his flight path.

"Don’t even try, you can’t save them."

"Who says I am going to save them?" Richard’s voice was somewhat cold, "If we don’t intercept this swarm of Mayflies, the nearby teams to squad number nine are going to die too."

The Galaxy Mayflies, whether subspecies or not, had an extremely keen sensitivity to energy.

If he didn’t intercept, the teams near squad number nine would definitely be discovered by the Galaxy Mayflies.

"That’s true. But since we’re going to intercept, let’s be more thorough," Ulysses’ voice suddenly turned somewhat vicious, "I’ll call out the Snake King and Fire Lizard, let’s annihilate this Mayfly swarm completely."

Richard was startled by Ulysses’ change.

"What’s the matter with you, why did you suddenly become so irascible?"

Ulysses paused, and when he spoke again, his voice had returned to its usual calm tone.

"Gaah, I got a bit stress-reactive. But my suggestion doesn’t change, we can annihilate those Mayflies. If possible, we might even capture one or two alive and get some intelligence from them."

Richard thought for a moment and agreed with Ulysses’ suggestion.

Weakening the combat power of some Mayflies would be good for the battlefield. Although this swarm of Mayflies seemed insignificant, advantages always accumulate bit by bit.

Moreover, he also needed some specimens to conduct in-depth research on the Galaxy Mayflies.

"Finish the battle in one minute, regardless of the outcome, everyone must retreat."

Just as Richard made his decision, a Black Wizard squad was hiding in the distance near squad number nine, silently watching the Mayfly swarm reduce squad number nine to ashes.

In the psychic network, the squad’s Commander ordered, "Notify the Fortress, at Fortress map coordinates nine, seventy-six, a hundred-thousand-scale Mayfly swarm has been spotted.

Additionally, a ten-person Black Wizard squad has been completely annihilated by the Mayfly swarm, have them prepare to receive the Wizards."

Throughout the process, the hidden Black Wizards didn’t make a sound, didn’t emit a speck of excess energy fluctuation, everything was completely silent.

Even though the Mayfly swarm was only a kilometer away, they remained motionless in their place.

Experience told them that staying still at this time gave them a better chance of survival than moving.

Suddenly, a faint energy fluctuation passed over the Commander. By all accounts, such a slip should not have occurred. But he simply couldn’t help it when he witnessed a shocking scene.

He actually saw that far away, a Wizard’s aura was rapidly approaching the Mayfly swarm.

"Is this guy an idiot?" the squad Commander cursed in the psychic network.

A hundred-thousand-scale Mayfly swarm was not something ordinary Three Rings Wizards could contend with, not even those Great Wizard students, the so-called Legendary Wizards, who would deem retreating the best option in the face of such a swarm.

But the guy before his eyes was heading straight for the Mayfly swarm, as if it was no more than an ordinary Magic Beast in his view.

"Commander, should we take action?" a Wizard asked in the psychic network.

The Commander glanced at the Mayflies attracted by the light, and cursed, "Take action for what? To save this fool? Such an arrogant idiot, even if saved, he’ll just make more stupid mistakes and get himself killed."

After cursing, the Commander made a hand gesture, and the entire squad began to retreat without a sound.

Since this Wizard had already attracted the attention of the Mayflies, they certainly could not waste this "sacrifice."

But while retreating, the Commander couldn’t help but look back.

He wanted to see just how this Wizard was going to deal with the swarm of Mayflies.

There wasn’t a stupid Wizard among those who reached the rank of Three Rings, and he didn’t believe any Three Rings Wizard would be so foolish as to charge at a Mayfly swarm unprepared.

Yet when he looked back, he stood frozen in place.

"Commander, what’s wrong?" a Wizard noticed the Commander’s abnormal behavior and called out urgently in the psychic network.

But the Commander answered him aloud.

"We don’t have to retreat, notify the Fortress, at Fortress map coordinates nine, seventy-six, the Mayfly swarm has been annihilated. The executor is... an unknown Black Wizard."

In the Commander’s vision, that hundred-thousand-scale Mayfly swarm was first blocked by a huge snake, and then a group of strange Alchemy Puppets scattered their formation in a clash.

Immediately after, a dazzling Aurora pierced through the center of the Mayfly swarm.

A hundred-thousand-scale Mayfly swarm was decapitated in less than ten seconds, by that person.

Watching that figure execute the decapitation, the Commander suddenly felt a surge of heroic admiration.

Black Wizards revered the strong.

The Commander took out an Image Capturing Crystal Ball and recorded that figure.

Looking at the figure in the Crystal Ball, he muttered to himself, "If I can return, I must write a projection play."