Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 490 - 35 The Curse Called Selfishness

Keroduo Mountain Area.

The effect of the Mist Barrier Legion Magic was astonishing; even when many other barriers failed, a few successful instances still summoned a mass of fog that covered several square kilometers.

And as the legion became more familiar with the Mist Barrier, the area it enveloped expanded even further.

If one observed from the Star Realm, they would see a tiny white dot appear in the Keroduo Mountain Area, then like paint dripping into clear water, the dark yellow of the mountain area would turn grey-white.

Outside the mountain area, the Galaxy Mayfly was shocked to find that their detection methods were extremely limited in the mist. What could typically scout dozens of kilometers could now only scout a few hundred meters.

Under these circumstances, nearly all the Galaxy Mayfly were unwilling to enter the mist.

The wizards had summoned this mist and surely had corresponding countermeasures. If they couldn’t find a way to break through the mist, wouldn’t they be at the mercy of the wizards if they entered?

A cloud-like mass of Galaxy Mayfly gathered in front of the Keroduo Mountain Range, standing before the mountains, silently watching as the mist swallowed them.

"The Expedition Nest has responded."

An elder Mayfly suddenly shouted in the spiritual network.

"The Expedition Nest has approved our request, but they require us to provide specific locations and exact times."

"Specific locations, exact times..."

The Mayfly generals looked at the mountain area in front of them, momentarily unsure of how to answer.

The wizards spread with incredible speed, as if they knew that they were about to be targeted from the sky.

More than half a million wizards entered the Keroduo Mountain Area, and in just half an hour, they had created thousands of square kilometers of foggy area.

Compared to such a huge area, the sky strike from the Expedition Nest was like a needle. Without exact locations, the effects of the sky strike would be laughably inadequate.

Their resources were already scant; wasting a sky strike would make them criminals of the Galaxy Mayfly!

"Where’s the map?" an elder Mayfly shouted, "These wizards will definitely converge; otherwise, if they went to the First Battle Zone, they would be on a path to certain death."

However, among Galaxy Mayfly, smart ones were not in short supply. Right as the elder Mayfly shouted, there were others studying the map.

"I think this location is suitable."

A Mayfly pointed at a spot on the map and then turned this image into a spiritual message.

Seeing this, other Mayfly generals also began contemplating the wizards’ potential meeting place. Tens of thousands of Mayfly generals discussed their opinions swiftly through spiritual messages in the psychic network.

Soon, they summarized ten locations that they considered most likely.

"Next, we must send someone to confirm which place it is," an elder Mayfly said. "I personally suggest we act from two directions and circumvent this mist."

"Isn’t that a bit slow?"

"With the way wizards’ move while casting spells, we have plenty of time."

"Who goes? My tribe has suffered too much loss, don’t expect us to take up this task."

More bickering ensued.

After a few hours of noisy dispute, the Mayfly finally reached an agreement—to select twenty million Mayfly from the unharmed tribes to advance from two directions.

Thereby reaching the determined area swiftly to act as beacons for the sky strike.

Meanwhile, the remaining Galaxy Mayfly would enter the mountain area altogether to ensure that the wizards would not hide in the mountains indefinitely.

This was not the best decision, but it was one reluctantly accepted by all tribes.

Galaxy Mayfly were not Gestalt creatures; they still maintained their individuality. And where there is individuality, there is inevitably selfishness.

This selfishness, ingrained in their ’Bloodline’, was a curse of all naturally evolved beings, lasting eternally until the beings perished or transcended into Divinity.

...

Inside Keroduo Mountain Area.

In the dense fog, War Airships glided like fish through the mist. Behind them, every few minutes, a thousand wizards would release another Mist Barrier.

Richard, above the legion, suddenly looked back, his gaze piercing as if he could see through the Mist Barrier itself.

He muttered to himself, "Those bugs are trailing so slowly, that is quite unusual."

In Richard’s experience, Galaxy Mayfly could be described as fearlessly suicidal. They would self-destruct without hesitation.

But now, they had been in the mountain range for six hours, and the Synthetic Beasts he’d left at the entrance had just been cleared.

This was somewhat different than what Richard remembered.

"What’s so unusual about that?" Ulysses replied lazily, "These bugs aren’t real Gestalt creatures after all. Their previous fearlessness, I think, was due to their strategy.

The ones before were cannon fodder, and nobody cared if many of them died. But it’s not the same case now.

The moment you released that mist, no one in their right mind would come in to be slaughtered by you.

Every creature has its own selfishness, and there are even conflicts between different sub-types of these bugs; it’s completely normal for there to be some bickering."

Richard nodded slightly, feeling that Ulysses made a lot of sense.

"It seems everyone has quite a few problems," Richard confidently said, "This war isn’t just riddled with problems for the wizards; the Galaxy Mayfly have issues too.

"The fight is not over yet."

The Wizards in the Keroduo Mountain Area advanced slowly due to the complex terrain, forcing them to split into dozens of groups, each consisting of ten thousand individuals. The spiritual power loss caused by deploying the Mist Barrier necessitated rest periods at intervals.

But as slow as they were, the Galaxy Mayflies were even slower.

Though the Galaxy Mayflies reached a consensus, the misty environment of the Keroduo Mountain Area still severely slowed their progress.

No one dared to bet whether there was a White Wizard Army waiting behind the mist.

This situation actually saved the Mayflies from the Wizard’s ambush—many of the White Wizard Armies had planned to deliver a harsh blow to them. However, it also resulted in their speed being slightly faster than the dissipation of the Mist Barrier—but only slightly.

Meanwhile, on the flanks, the Wizard Armies discovered the two advancing Mayfly Armies. They attempted to block them, but the Mayfly Armies’ speed was much faster, and they failed to intercept them.

The news of Mayflies appearing on the flanks quickly reached Richard’s ears, who glanced at the map and instantly understood the intentions of the Galaxy Mayflies.

"These creatures are planning something harsh for us," Richard murmured.

He still shuddered at the thought of the power of a sky strike—an almost apocalyptic surge of energy that no creature beneath the World Master could withstand.

"No, we need to employ a little trick now."

Richard looked at the map for a long time; if the Mayflies really intended to use a sky strike, they would have to eliminate the scouting Mayflies simultaneously, preventing the Galaxy Mayflies from determining their exact location.

A sky strike surely required massive energy consumption and slow deployment, or else the Galaxy Mayflies would have used it more frequently by now.

As long as the Expedition Nests in the sky couldn’t pinpoint their location, they would be able to enter the First Battle Zone smoothly.

"This is a gamble."

A White Wizard Commander, looking over Richard’s plan, murmured to himself.

But on the battlefield, having a gamble where the odds of winning are greater than losing is certainly something to be thankful for.

Too many choices on the battlefield aren’t available.

Richard’s plan quickly spread to all the legions, and most of the legions had dispatched messengers with their plans even before his arrived.

This round of communications took several days.

With the subsequent discussions to finalize the plan, it took nearly half a month to settle.

That was still the outcome of using Ulysses as a messenger.

If it were an ordinary wizard, it would have been even slower.

By the time the plan reached all the legions, they were already nearing the edge of the Keroduo Mountain Area.

More than half a million wizards divided into five teams, simultaneously striking five different locations. They did not know whether there were any Mayflies at these locations, but one thing was sure - the Galaxy Mayflies were definitely not fools.

The judgments of commanders from both sides would not differ much.

And as expected, all five locations they charged had traces of Mayflies.

Boom, boom, boom!

The continuous sounds of spell explosions, like muffled thunder, echoed through the mist.

Under the White Wizard Commander’s orders, ordinary wizards, unable to see through the mist like the Mayflies, nervously cast spells.

They did not know where their enemies were or what they were doing. All they could do at the moment was to follow orders.

Soon, the Wizard Armies ceased casting spells.

The Mayflies serving as beacons had been eliminated, leaving only the tasks of regrouping and praying.

...

In the sky, a Galaxy Mayfly in the Expedition Nest looking at the five sky strike coordinates sent from the Third War Zone was taken aback.

"Are the Mayflies below confused? Why send five different strike locations simultaneously?"

An older Mayfly near him heard the complaint and casually replied.

"Then don’t move, wait for them to confirm which then act."

"Huh?" The Mayfly receiving the message, a newcomer, looked bewilderedly at his colleague, struggling to say, "The Mayflies below are waiting for the sky strike."

His colleague flicked his tail filament and spoke seriously, "They have to wait. With five coordinates sent up, there are surely decoys among them. Our resources are limited right now; if you pass up a fake coordinate, the responsibility lies with you.

You must realize this isn’t just an ordinary war; any mishap will involve our entire tribe.

The Red Wings are competing with us for positions, so we absolutely must not give them grounds to complain."

Hearing his colleague’s words, the Mayfly nodded thoughtfully.

"So, what I’m doing is compliant, right?"

The older Mayfly spoke meaningfully, "Of course it’s compliant. It’s the ground operations that are flawed; you are making a reasonable decision to protect the interests of the Galaxy Mayflies.

Even if the Red Wings make a fuss all the way to the King of Mayfly, we still have the upper hand."

...

On the ground, the White Wizard Army successfully entered the First Battle Zone.

As usual, the sky of the Galaxy World was clear and cloudless.