I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 694: A World Without a Plane Lord

Before their eyes, the universe was entirely consumed by warships.

The moment the Tentacle Tree Civilization's main fleet concluded its jump, outer space surrounding the home planet was completely blanketed by a silver-gray ocean of steel. This wasn't an exaggeration by any writer or poet, but the stark reality of the situation.

The fleet's formation stretched endlessly towards the horizon, its densely packed hulls interlocking so tightly that barely any gaps remained. From a distance, it appeared as though an immense metal continent had been forcibly relocated into the cosmos.

Every ship's bow was pointed directly at the plane barrier's fissure.

As they materialized, every single cannon had already completed its charging sequence.

A blue-white effulgence shimmered deep within each primary cannon. Billions upon billions of energy nodes converged, creating a luminous belt that bisected the dark void of the starry sky. The palpable pressure was almost overwhelming, threatening to suffocate all in its path.

The commanders of the border army had zero intention of engaging in negotiations. The instant the main fleet finished its jump, they unleashed their full barrage. BOOM!!!

Countless beams of energy simultaneously ripped through the void. Electromagnetic shells, plasma torrents, and high-energy lasers coalesced into a destructive storm spanning tens of thousands of kilometers, relentlessly pouring towards the plane fissure.

And this was merely the prelude.

The space behind the fleet continued to warp as superweapon light cannons, guided directly to the front lines by the spatial jump system, unleashed their payloads one after another. Each light cannon resembled a destructive spear piercing the universe, concentrating immense energy capable of shattering a planet's crust.

They roared from the jump windows, merging with conventional firepower, and crashed headlong into the Black Giant Legion!

The Black Giant Legion's counter was even more straightforward and brutal.

Discarding any pretense of 'formations' or 'tactics,' under Jie Ming's command, they simply charged forward.

Tens of billions of Black Giants dispersed beneath the plane fissure. Their colossal bodies of liquid black metal absorbed all stellar glow, reflecting nothing. Observing from afar, the charging Black Giant Legion gave the impression of a world-ending, apocalyptic tsunami.

At the vanguard of this immense wave were uniformly Level 6 Black Giants.

Following them were countless Level 5 individuals, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Further back, the plane fissure ceaselessly spewed forth new legions.

The initial volley of firepower struck the advancing black tide.

Then... nothing significant occurred.

At this immense scale, the Black Giants' energy absorption capabilities had undergone a fundamental transformation. All particles in the vacuum were forcibly stripped of most of their energy. Only a handful of superweapon light cannons managed to inflict visible wounds.

A Level 6 Black Giant suffered a glancing hit to its shoulder, blasting off a portion of its mass and sending sprays of black liquid metal trailing through the void. The Black Giant merely spared a glance at the damage before opening its massive maw. “ROAR!!!”

The enraged roar erupted outward, coinciding with a sudden surge in its body's velocity!

Its colossal form hurtled into the fleet like a rogue meteor. Employing its already-regenerating shoulder, it breached the enemy's shields and slammed directly into a main warship.

The kilometer-long vessel snapped in half. The moment fiery explosions ignited, they were immediately consumed by the energy absorption field enveloping the Black Giant’s surface.

With this initial spark as the signal, a deluge of Black Giants swarmed into the fleet.

Fists.

Their very bodies.

Bared fangs.

This constituted their entire combat methodology.

Yet, it proved more than sufficient.

A single punch unleashed elemental shockwaves that tossed surrounding warships around like flimsy toys.

The monstrous maw on its chest clamped down, and thick alloy armor proved as brittle as thin shells against obsidian-like fangs.

Joint shields were utterly ineffective; their energy was greedily siphoned by the liquid metal coating the Black Giants, causing shields generators to overload and fail. The entire battlefield rapidly descended into chaos.

The Black Giants did not emerge entirely unscathed. Amidst such concentrated firepower, certain attacks inevitably found their mark repeatedly. Some unfortunate Black Giants became the focus of sustained, relentless fire.

Finally, after one Level 5 Black Giant endured a barrage of dozens of superweapon light cannons in quick succession, the liquid metal on its chest finally cracked, forming an unhealable fissure. The opening rapidly expanded, and then—

BOOM!!!

Its entire form detonated from within!

The resulting explosion vastly exceeded the destructive power of a typical warship's self-destruct.

This was because the energy unleashed by the Black Giant in its self-immolation was the cumulative total of all the energy it had absorbed throughout its existence.

A dark red shockwave propagated across hundreds of kilometers, engulfing dozens of warships in a destructive torrent, engulfing the fleet in a fiery cataclysm.

Just as the Black Giant was about to unleash its final detonation, a subtle golden luminescence flickered at the very last second.

Its core consciousness, along with its lingering life imprint, was instantly engulfed by this golden radiance and vanished without a trace.

Infernal Sulfur Plane, Resurrection Altar.

The Dao Soldier system, under the banner of the Incense Fire Divine Dao, commenced its operational protocols.

In reality, the initial forces to breach this world were neither the Black Giant Legion nor the Nest, but the Incense Fire Divine Dao itself.

Prior to Jie Ming even tearing open the inter-planar fissure, the governing rules of the Incense Fire Divine Dao had already permeated the plane of the Tentacle Tree Civilization through a developing rift. Wherever these Incense Fire rules extended their influence, the Dao Soldier system found itself capable of being enacted.

All Black Giants teetering on the brink of death were subsequently subjected to forced teleportation back to the altar, prior to their definitive demise.

Upon their return, the Black Giants underwent repairs and body reconstruction, bolstered by the immense energy reserves of the Infernal Sulfur Plane, before being redeployed for combat.

Therefore, despite the ferocity of the engagements, the Black Giants exhibited no discernible signs of attrition.

The front lines waged war.

The rear engaged in resurrection.

Reborn Black Giants were then integrated back into the offensive formations, charging across the fissure and re-entering the fray.

What the enemy perceived as “casualties” was, to them, merely an integral phase within the cycle of troop reinforcement.

During the course of combat, the enemy’s assaults, along with the wreckage of their warships, were assimilated by the Black Giants, facilitating their rapid evolutionary progression.

The cumulative mass and overall combat strength of the entire legion experienced continuous augmentation with each successive cycle of attack and defense.

The entire legion functioned akin to a perpetual motion engine, its brilliance intensifying with each iteration.

At the periphery of the battlefield, a presence even more unsettling than the encroaching black tide materialized.

It was the Nest.

Its present dimensions had already expanded manifold compared to its initial entry onto the battlefield.

The azure, gelatinous form flickered in and out of observable reality within the void. Its capacity to integrate disparate rules enabled it to fluidly transition between a “physical” state and a “rule-based” state.

Whenever superweapon light cannons unleashed their barrages from the rear jump windows, the Nest would abruptly manifest, intercepting these devastating blasts directly with its colossal blue mass. Boom!!!

The light cannon’s impact struck its gelatinous surface, yet the mountain-shattering energy was entirely absorbed and transmuted the moment of contact.

Subsequently, the Nest’s size increased once more.

After neutralizing the attack, it would nonchalantly consume nearby drifting wreckage from the warships.

Whether it involved exploding energy clouds or fragments of twisted, broken metal, all constituted its “sustenance.”

The substantial augmentation in its volume and mass had even begun to generate its own localized gravitational field.

Floating detritus and residual energy sparks in its vicinity were gradually drawn inward, silently merging into its gelatinous interior.

It resembled a leviathan of the deep, leisurely navigating the battlefield, with the remnants of the warships serving as mere krill for its consumption.

Yet, this faintly shimmering, ephemeral silhouette had become a harbinger of nightmares for every sentient being who bore witness to the spectacle!

Behind the chaotic expanse of the battlefield.

Jie Ming remained suspended motionlessly in the void, his golden, vertical pupil situated on his brow meticulously surveying the entirety of the engagement.

Under the amplification provided by the Incense Fire Divine Dao system, his perception encompassed the entire war zone.

Real-time casualty data for both opposing forces was continually updated within his spiritual sea. The outcome… was, as expected, devoid of suspense.

The losses sustained by the Black Giant Legion were virtually insignificant.

There were, admittedly, isolated instances of unfortunate individuals succumbing to their fate.

For instance, when dozens of superweapons simultaneously concentrated their fire on a single vulnerable point, the resultant intense energy disruption could induce minor delays within the Dao Soldier system, ultimately leading to irreparable damage to the core.

However, such losses were so minuscule that they scarcely registered as a fraction of the legion’s overall strength.

In stark contrast, the Tentacle Tree fleet’s casualty rate had already soared past thirty percent within a remarkably short timeframe.

A war attrition rate of thirty percent was sufficient to push any civilization’s military to the precipice of utter disintegration.

Yet, they persisted in their desperate defense, even launching repeated counteroffensives. They were, undeniably, elite combatants.

At this juncture, several beams of light from teleportation arrays illuminated the space beside Jie Ming. Black Giant Priests emerged, escorting a number of high-ranking Tentacle Tree officers and technical specialists.

These captured individuals possessed ranks considerably higher than the previous contingent apprehended from the border fleet.

The intricate patterns etched into their bark-like exteriors were more complex, and the extremities of their tentacles emitted a profound, silvery-gray sheen.

The Tentacle Tree holding the highest military distinction still harbored a lingering sense of bewilderment within its crystalline eyes from the moment of its capture.

Evidently, it could not comprehend how its flagship had been breached, yet it found itself still alive and standing before the enemy.

Jie Ming raised his hand. His spiritual power directly interfaced with the opponent’s consciousness.

Having achieved the Dao Integration Realm, soul reading at this level was no more complex than perusing an open tome.

Defense deployments, superweapon coordinates, command chain structure, hidden fleet positions… A vast amount of intelligence was fully extracted in mere seconds.

Jie Ming slowly withdrew his spiritual power. The last trace of concern in his heart vanished completely. There was no information regarding “plane origin fusion technology” in these memories.

Although the Tentacle Tree Civilization was a Level 6 technological civilization, their technology had not yet reached the level of arbitrarily modifying plane laws. This meant their capabilities regarding plane origin were almost nonexistent. It also meant… this plane had no Plane Lord!

The inability to connect to the plane origin meant no one could merge with it in desperation and drag the entire world into mutual destruction with the enemy. This was actually the most typical characteristic of technological-side civilizations. Their ability to spawn troops was not inferior to wizard civilizations—the previous main fleet salvo had proven that. However, in the domain of utilizing plane laws, pure technological civilizations were at a clear disadvantage. Often, only upon reaching Level 7 civilization did they gain access to plane origin.

In other words, the current Tentacle Tree Civilization could utilize the plane’s resources with extreme efficiency but could not turn the world itself into a weapon. Previously, Jie Ming had deliberately controlled the intensity of the offensive. What he feared most was that the enemy still had this final move.

In the war history of wizard civilizations, cases of Plane Lords driven to desperation dragging their entire world into self-destruction were not uncommon. Destruction at that level was enough to erase both the invading legion and the rear base from the endless chaotic void. But now… since there was no need to hold back for the opponent, there was no longer any concern.

Jie Ming slowly turned, his gaze sweeping over the Tentacle Tree fleet that was still stubbornly resisting ahead. Their defensive line had completely begun to collapse. More and more gaps were torn open by the Black Giants. The black tide seeped through those cracks, gradually segmenting and encircling the entire fleet.

Some warships had already broken formation on their own, attempting to flee the battlefield. But most that had just turned were overtaken by the faster Black Giants and torn in half bare-handed. Jie Ming’s expression remained calm. Then, his voice transmitted directly into the spiritual sea of every Black Giant Priest.

“Transmit the order.” “Except for a small number of warships, annihilate the rest of the fleet!” He paused briefly, his gaze turning toward the warship shadows fleeing in panic. “As for those that escaped, do not pursue them. Let them return to deliver the message.” “At the very least, allow the commanders of the next defensive line to know in advance exactly what kind of existence they are facing!”