Fortunately, the team member didn’t have time to mind these matters, and just said in a broken voice:

"Don’t... go out... The people who ran out found the city outside... it’s even worse than the military camp! That mysterious disease has already spread! The whole city... is about to become a ghost town!"

As if to confirm the team member’s words, a non-human, terrifying scream mixed with metal friction and flesh tearing came from a nearby building, and then abruptly stopped.

"Sir... I’m so tired..."

Endi stood there as if struck by lightning, stunned.

He suddenly thought of his inexplicable fatigue... A terrible thought gnawed at his sanity like a poisonous snake.

He couldn’t hear what the two people next to him were saying anymore, so Endi pushed aside the adjutant and staggered back to the military camp, running towards the warship docking port.

He was quite lucky, as he encountered almost no obstacles along the way, as if those who had already gone mad ignored him too.

Finally, Endi rushed to his warship and with his last strength, initiated the emergency symbiosis protocol.

The cold mechanical interface pierced into his body, bringing a familiar sense of connection, but this time, it wasn’t a feeling of power filling him, but rather... a peculiar sense of losing control.

He looked down and saw his semi-fluid body metalizing at an unprecedented speed.

And this metalization carried a chaotic, twisted quality, violently conflicting with the mechanical arm he had meticulously calibrated, as if two different wills were fighting for control over his body.

"Damn... wizard!!!"

Endi used his last bit of consciousness to let out a curse filled with endless regret and venom.

The next moment, his thoughts completely plunged into darkness.

His body and the warship melded into one, becoming a frozen sculpture made of metal and flesh.

And Endi, along with the military camp and the city, was merely the starting point of the "Catastrophe of Coexistence" spreading.

The bacterial colonies that Jeming had slowed down through simplification unexpectedly turned into an even greater disaster.

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...

Thousands of kilometers behind the Giant Spirit Realm’s defensive line, a city called "Silver Radiance City" still maintained its facade of prosperity.

Although only a small city, its scale rivals that of a medium-sized nation due to the vastness of the Giant Spirit Realm.

It was a residential area for many officers’ families and elite offspring, thus appearing more extravagant than many larger cities.

Skyscraping metal buildings shimmered with luxurious neon lights; elegant private shuttles traversed the aerial pathways, seemingly disconnected from the nearby battlefield’s devastating defeat and the spreading terrifying plague.

In a soundproof room of a luxury residence, a relatively small-sized young indigenous person nervously confirmed all doors and windows were shut tight.

Stealthily, it took out two exquisite containers, inside of which was a viscous liquid of varying colors, glowing faintly.

Then, under its excited gaze, it carefully poured these two liquids into a single cup.

Among the culture of the Giant Spirit Realm, where slime creatures procreate by merging part of their body with their partner to produce offspring, mixing two types of liquids is considered quite obscene behavior.

As it indulged in this...

Bang!!

The heavy alloy door was violently smashed open!

The young indigenous person shuddered in fear, nearly spilling the liquid.

Just as it was about to stammer an explanation, it saw its parents barging in, not with anger on their faces, but with unprecedented terror!

"Run!!!" Their mental shriek rang with despair.

The next second, blinding light swallowed its vision.

A deafening explosion came from above, shaking the entire room violently, the exquisitely decorated ceiling crumbling apart!

In the sky above, the clouds of war have gathered.

The wizard cannon fodder units, appearing like floating mountains, had somehow broken through the remote alert network.

They suddenly appeared above the city, and the shadows they cast instantly enveloped the former opulence.

Then, countless beams of witchcraft, each exuding an air of destruction, rained down from the sky!

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Towering metal buildings twisted and collapsed under the beams, luxurious shuttles turned into fireballs in mid-air explosions, meticulously maintained aerial gardens charred instantly.

Under this sudden saturation strike, the hastily organized anti-aircraft firepower was as futile as ants trying to block a car.

Any aircraft attempting to escape skyward was accurately shot down by the wizards, turning into fireworks in the night sky.

Jeming hovered in mid-air, coldly overlooking the city below, which was quickly being "formatted."

After completing the first round of attacks, he, along with other wizards, commanded their cannon fodder units to land down below.

Under his command, the Black Giants were like a demolition squad, their massive bodies imbued with incomparable strength, flattening and crushing entire complexes of buildings, ensuring no corner was left untouched. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The "Catastrophe of Coexistence" microbial strain developed by Jeming far exceeded expectations.

In less than a month, the once-solid defense line of the Giant Spirit Realm crumbled from within.

The plague shattered the army’s foundation—billions of low-level units.

Although powerful beings above the Fifth Level could forcibly expel or suppress the bacteria with their immense energy and spiritual power, their numbers were too few in comparison to the entire civilization.

Without the support of a massive army, relying solely on these high-end forces proved futile against the highly targeted witchcraft of the wizards.

Thus, the war entered its second stage: systematic physical elimination.

With each Sixth Level Wizard as the core, vast Wizard Legions advanced like a comb, steadily and relentlessly.

Their objective was clear: to destroy every city or stronghold with strategic value or population concentration in the Giant Spirit Realm, completely erasing its war potential.

This was the task Jeming was currently executing.

As the Black Giant Legion violently cleansed, some high-level indigenous people hiding in the ruins or underground bunkers were forced to emerge, fleeing in panic.

But often, as soon as they showed themselves, they were annihilated in an instant by the wizards’ precise focused witchcraft, who had already locked onto their targets.

At this moment, Jeming caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of a figure writhing in terror, trying to escape in the shadow of a broken wall.

His attention was just drawn away...

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Four fierce attacks, fueled by a desperate will to die, suddenly erupted from the shadows directly below him!

Energy Blades, Corrosive Liquid, Spiritual Spikes, and High-Frequency Vibration Wave, all attacked Jeming from four ingenious angles simultaneously.

However, not a ripple appeared on Jeming’s face.

"Old tricks." He didn’t even bother to assume a defensive stance.

During the initial landing battles, such stealth assassinations based on shadows or visual blind spots indeed caused some trouble for the wizards.

But as the number of engagements increased, the capabilities of the Giant Spirit Realm’s natives had long been thoroughly researched by the logistics element wizards, who developed various counter-detection witchcraft and warning techniques.

Almost at the same moment the attack was launched, the largest Black Giant leader beside Jeming sprang into action.

Its innate ability activated, and the flow of time around it suddenly distorted!

Its speed soared within the domain of temporal disorder, while the incoming attacks appeared mired in an invisible deceleration force field.

Four dull explosions sounded almost simultaneously.

The Black Giant leader, like a phantom, suddenly appeared beside the four assassins. Its giant hand, covered in liquid metal, crushed three of the assassins and the shadows they hid in as easily as it would crush foam!

When it seized the last one, whose aura had clearly reached the Fourth Level, the opponent let out an angry and puzzled spiritual roar in despair:

"Why?! Why invade us?! What did we do wrong?!"

Jeming glanced at the fiercely struggling Slime, his eyes devoid of any mercy, only a trace of disdain and indifference.

He didn’t even bother to waste words explaining the Wizard Civilization’s logic of "discover potential competitors and eliminate them," or mention the Giant Spirit Realm’s own "dark history" of enslaving dozens of planes and evolving through the plundering of others’ bodies.

In the Endless Void, the law of the jungle was the most basic principle.

Whether an action was just often depended on which side you stood on.

In many cases, there was not even a concept of justice or injustice.

The relationship between civilizations was more akin to a food chain within an ecosystem.

The process of one civilization destroying another was merely a justified behavior akin to biological consumption.

"If there’s a problem, it’s probably that you’re just too unlucky," Jeming murmured quietly.

The Black Giant leader curled its five fingers, and the last assassin’s spiritual waves abruptly ceased, turning into a puddle of slime mixed with metal fragments.

Looking up, Jeming saw that not only his side but other areas where Wizard Squads had landed also encountered similar desperate resistance or suicide attacks to varying degrees.

Yet under the wizards’ pre-prepared detection, warning, and countermeasures, these resistances, aside from increasing casualties and highlighting the despair of the indigenous peoples of the Giant Spirit Realm, were utterly meaningless.

The wizards’ attitude toward those indigenous remnants hiding and no longer showing themselves was quite "casual" as well.

As long as they didn’t pop out to obstruct the execution of their tasks, the wizards didn’t bother expending energy conducting carpet searches and killings.

Their main objective was to flatten cities, destroy strongholds, and erase any infrastructure that could potentially support war.

And Jeming’s attention quickly drifted away from this small episode, immersing in his internal space.

There, a special talisman was faintly shimmering with a subtle aura, from which strands of Red Dust Qi, filled with the obsessions, desires, and traces of civilizations from the beings below, were being drawn from the ruins of the destroyed cities and gathering.

The highly developed civilization of the Giant Spirit Realm, with its multitude of life forms, provided him after a long time with a large and high-quality source of Red Dust Qi.

"Unfortunately, the range of the entire battlefield is too vast, many areas have exceeded the effective absorption range of my Red Dust Guide talisman." Jeming thought with some regret.