I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 685: Primitive Civilization

The relentless elemental turbulence descended.

Traversing the void demands exceptionally robust defensive capabilities. While a single fifth-level black giant alone is inadequate for stable long-range void travel, a minor formation allows for complete suppression of the turbulence.

“The enemy is accelerating!” the detection operator on Deep Root exclaimed, his fingers drumming a rapid cadence. “Their speed is astounding. Without any warships, they've achieved such velocity. This physical form is utterly unscientific!”

“Maintain composure,” the commander commanded, pressing a tentacle downward in the air. “They are primitive beings who pursued individual strengthening. High speed is their sole genuine advantage. Preserve joint shield integrity. All warships… first volley, commence firing!”

The instant the order was issued, the muzzles of over a thousand warships ignited in unison.

Energy beams and electromagnetic cannons wove dense, luminous trails across the void, forming a radiant net that struck the black figures.

The team leader’s body shifted slightly, allowing a searing energy beam to merely graze his left shoulder.

A wafer-thin layer of dark liquid metal was ablated, then swiftly flowed back, mending the damage.

These shells left only superficial craters, their kinetic energy completely neutralized.

“Report damage: 2.3%,” the deputy stated impassively.

“It appears the enemy’s offensive capabilities are within expected parameters,” the team leader concluded.

Not all the black giants were holding back; indeed, more than half were obliterated by the initial volley.

Naturally, the majority had not attained fifth-level and genuinely could not withstand such concentrated firepower.

Several fourth-level black giants suffered immediate dismemberment, with half their bodies vaporized.

The fragmented remnants of these severely damaged entities had barely begun to disperse when they were enveloped by a faint, almost imperceptible golden luminescence, vanishing instantly.

These “eliminated” black giants transformed into golden light, disappearing into the void.

From the fleet’s advanced technological standpoint, these beings were simply annihilated by energy beams, their fragments likewise vaporized by intense heat—an entirely predictable outcome.

From the commander’s strategic perspective: the initial coordinated barrage had eradicated almost half of the opposing forces, yet the survivors continued their relentless advance.

The enemy exhibited no semblance of tactical formation; they charged forward as a single, unthinking swarm.

“Their numbers have already dwindled. A typical failing of primitive species—individually potent, yet utterly devoid of any concept of collective organization,” the commander remarked, tapping assessment data onto the star map. “Ah, wait, they do possess defensive measures. They are sacrificing their lives against our shields.”

“Enemy attacks are now reaching the outer fleet contingents,” the operator announced. “The joint shield is under impact.”

The team leader delivered a straightforward punch, launching himself and his entire right arm forward.

Upon striking the energy barrier formed by the combined shields of all the warships, he experienced an unexpected sense of ease.

The resistance of the barrier against his fist was not substantial. With merely thirty percent of his full strength, he could significantly deplete the entire fleet’s shield capacity. Put another way, if he were to unleash his full power against any single warship, he could single-handedly neutralize half the fleet.

Therefore, he retracted his fist, cautiously navigated around twice, altered his trajectory, and recommenced his assault.

The indicators of shield stress on the joint shield began to plummet at a rate that caused the fleet commander’s tentacles to constrict.

“Shields down to 74%!” The operator’s tentacles furiously manipulated the control nodes, his eight crystalline eyes wide with alarm. “Y-Your Excellency… the second volley hasn’t even concluded, and the shield has already dropped to 76%. It continues to fall—73, 72…”

“I observe,” the commander’s voice deepened, two degrees colder than before.

The remaining black beasts on the opposing side persisted in their relentless assault, utterly disregarding any damage sustained.

Even after he directed the rear shield vessels to rotate forward and reinforce their protective layers, the black creatures’ attacks continued to erode the shield, shattering it progressively like glass struck by a mighty hammer blow.

“It appears they possess a high-offense specialization,” the commander articulated slowly, his tentacles unconsciously stroking each other at his side.

This was a habitual gesture employed during periods of deep contemplation, typically manifested only when confronting significant challenges. “An exceptionally pure high-attack, high-speed archetype. Overcoming shields presents no significant difficulty for them. We will incur substantial losses if we depend solely on our shields for endurance.”

He remained silent, contemplating the star map for less than a heartbeat, before suddenly unfurling his tentacles.

“Dispatch the rear heavy-armored vessels to the vanguard, substituting for the forward ships whose shields have been significantly depleted. Rear warships are to rotate into position sequentially, ensuring the continuous integrity of our joint shield,” he dictated, his fingers flying across the console with practiced speed. “Main cannon charging vessels of the second wave, commence bombardment… fire at will. Your priority is to target the remaining hostiles. Do not permit them any further advance.”

Over a thousand warships began to reconfigure their formations as instructed.

From the flanks and the rear, heavy warships, their hulls clad in superior armor and possessing notably thicker shields than their light cruiser counterparts, advanced to the front.

Several other groups of ships, having completed their main cannon charge, unleashed their volleys simultaneously. Potent energy beams erupted from the core of the fleet’s formation, pinpointing the few remaining dark silhouettes.

Under the relentless onslaught, the number of these towering dark figures dwindled.

From the outset of the engagement until this moment, fewer than twenty of the team leader’s kin, positioned beside him, could still maintain combat readiness.

“The initial data acquired is adequate,” he conveyed his thoughts to his deputy via spiritual power. “We can escalate the pressure now. At the very least, we need to compel that flagship into action. I require insight into the maximum offensive capabilities of their primary vessels.”

The remaining dozen or so dark behemoths concurrently intensified their offensive maneuvers.

The fleet’s collective shield system operated in layers, akin to the delicate strata of an onion.

The team leader’s relentless assaults began to breach the shield’s outer layers one by one, forcing the operators to sound the alarm repeatedly: “Shield attenuation is accelerating! It’s at 7.3 times! The outermost shield layer is beginning to fracture!”

The commander remained silent for a moment.

His eight crystalline eyes were fixed upon the scarce black monstrosities displayed on the star map. The tips of his tentacles had turned a faint, ashen hue from sheer exertion.

After such an extended conflict, the enemy’s numerical superiority had been effectively neutralized, yet the few survivors had become exponentially more formidable.

“Their numbers no longer represent a significant threat,” he transmitted his assessment, his tentacle movements regaining their former decisiveness. “All main vessels, prepare for individual fire. Utilize your primary cannons to annihilate them completely. Let these rudimentary beings witness the pinnacle of true civilization.”

The instant the command was issued, the prows of the three level-six main ships ignited with an intense, blinding radiance.

While the charging sequence for the main cannons spanned mere seconds, during that critical interval, the entire fleet’s energy distribution network channeled over ninety percent of its power output directly into these primary weapons.

The auxiliary ships positioned around them reduced their own offensive output, contributing their allocated energy reserves.

Without deviation, the formidable energy beams impacted their intended targets.

More than a dozen dark leviathans were instantly engulfed in the brilliant light, their very outlines rendered indiscernible for a brief period.

Within the incandescent beams, they emitted roars at maximum volume, their chest maws stretched to their absolute limit, producing deep, low-frequency vibrations.

Their bodies, composed of dark liquid metal, gradually contorted and deformed under the torrent of energy, ultimately being consumed entirely.

When the beams finally subsided, the void was utterly empty.

The commander observed the desolate void projection with quiet intensity. The elongated tentacles adorning his cranial crown slowly unfurled.

He then gave his crown a subtle tremor. The branch-like tendrils produced a dry, rustling friction, a gesture that, among his species, signified derision, akin to a human shaking their head in mockery.

“Hah! Such a primitive civilization,” he tapped out a message with a relaxed cadence.

All the operators responded by shaking their crowns in unison.

The command chamber resonated with the collective sound of tentacles rubbing together, the fleet’s command echelon united in their scorn for the enemy's perceived foolishness.

At a specific coordinate within the void, precisely where the leader of the dark giants had been caught in the main ship’s blastfire moments before, the final vestiges of residual dark red energy gradually faded away.

A profound silence reclaimed the battlefield.

Concurrently.

“Hah! Such a primitive civilization.”

The black giant team leader’s eyes snapped open beside the altar as he uttered these words.

He was situated within a vast, ornate hall dedicated to worship. The floor, crafted from a single, flawless piece of obsidian, was intricately etched with golden patterns through which radiated a gentle, warm flow of Incense Fire power.

The surge of energy channeled into the altar moments prior had just concluded its final stages of repair. Faint tendrils of residual golden light dissipated from the edges of the vertical maw situated on his chest. The liquid metal within writhed and reformed, seamlessly reconstructing a complete layer of armor.

His entire right arm, which had been obliterated by the main cannon’s destructive force, had been fully regenerated.

Standing in neat formation beside him were the black giants who had been “annihilated” earlier in the battle. Those who had been eliminated at the earlier stages of combat had completely recovered, with some even having their external liquid metal surfaces freshly polished.

The black giant, who had been sent back earlier and was at the fourth level, lowered his head and cracked his neck, emitting crisp popping noises.

On other altar platforms, situated farther away, additional golden lights continued to gleam.

These lights represented black giants who had been returned from subsequent, smaller-scale engagements on various flanks. Their numbers significantly outnumbered the initial group led out by the team leader.

It became apparent that beyond the primary frontal assault, several other teams had executed multi-pronged harassment tactics against the fleet from different directions.

“Is this the blessing of Master? Truly an astonishing display of power!” The black giant team leader, examining his fully restored hands, couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Although they had long been aware of the Dao Soldier system's capabilities, this was their inaugural experience of its true might.

As a pivotal subsystem within the Incense Fire Divine Dao, the Dao Soldier system possessed the ability not only to empower believers connected to the Incense Fire Divine Dao system but also to instantaneously teleport believers on the brink of death back to predetermined resurrection anchor points.

Coupled with the inherent characteristics of the black giant race, provided there was ample energy, their physical forms could regenerate perfectly, leaving their consciousness completely unaffected or worn.

The team leader rotated his right shoulder. The arm that had recently regrown was already as black as ever.

He looked up and observed the black giant priest positioned at the altar's edge, gazing at him.

The priest’s tall, elegant silhouette was partially bathed in the hall's warm, golden luminescence, partly shrouded in shadow. The dark golden markings adorning his form shifted with tranquil grace.

The team leader adopted a posture akin to a formal salute among black giants and respectfully presented the recording crystal he carried with both hands.

“All combat procedures have been meticulously recorded,” he stated, lowering his head as the vertical slit on his chest closed respectfully.

Accepting the crystal, the priest’s slender digits gently manipulated the triangular facets, seeming to verify the data's accuracy.

“Your assessment?” the priest inquired, his chest slit opening and closing to emit a low-frequency sound.

A knowing curve touched the edges of the team leader’s vertical maw, revealing the sharp, obsidian-like teeth within. “The opposing side? They’re nothing but primitives!”

The priest inclined his head, turned, and departed the altar hall.

Across the surrounding battle zones, additional shafts of golden light descended sequentially. More black giants, having been “slain,” were teleported back.