Chapter 361: Chapter 321: The Nolun Wizard and the Purification Protocol (Double-Length)

Dixon, Obelus, and Melisande, who was connected in the Link, simultaneously felt a chill in their hearts.

"Purification Protocol," which means no longer considering any resource recovery or retaining any samples. The only mission is to ensure the complete annihilation of the target from material to energy, from reality to the informational level!

Yet they hesitated not a bit, promptly accepting the order solemnly, "As you command, Lord Nolun!"

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Time swiftly passed, a fleeting fifty years.

Fifty years is not particularly long for an inter-dimensional expedition.

But when Jeming stepped off the Teleportation Array leading to the Elorcia Plane, he bore a near-exhausted weariness on his face.

These fifty years were not about the passion of exploration and conquest, but rather drowned in a cold, repetitive, and seemingly endless "cleanup" work.

Since the Nolun Wizard issued the "Purification Protocol," the nature of the war transformed completely.

The remnants of the Triangular Plane Community swiftly vanished under the roaring Ship Plane’s main cannon and the Seventh Level Wizard’s mighty power.

The Giant Spirit Realm, Mind Realm, and the Reproduction Realm where the Fungus Lord’s body resided, along with everything remaining within, were completely erased from the material realm, turned to nothingness.

And the colony planes controlled by the Giant Spirit Realm and Star Wisdom Realm were also cleared one by one—essentially finding the location of their existence, jumping over, and blasting them into ashes with a single shot.

The real trouble began with the civilization to which the two captured Golden Baboons belonged.

According to the Nolun Wizard’s judgment, since Koger and Shira had deep interactions (fulfilled a contract) with that civilization, every world within its radiation scope might have been tainted by the Fungus Lord’s presence.

This invisible pollution was more terrifying than any physical enemy.

Thus, the expedition army’s task list grew increasingly daunting: to thoroughly clean all worlds possibly tainted by the Golden Baboon Civilization, radiating outward from its core.

The process was "simple."

The Nolun Wizard personally took action, using his unfathomable Eighth Level Power to directly lock onto the civilization’s core plane.

Tearing high-level strongmen from their lairs like plucking chickens, forcibly soul-searching, acquiring all their controlled colony plane coordinates, diplomatic relations, trade routes, and even secret exploration records.

Then, destruction followed.

The plane itself was blasted by powerful witchcraft or Ship Plane’s main cannon until its structure collapsed, becoming void dust.

However, this "decapitation" plus "home demolition" model had flaws.

No one could guarantee that some Lucky One wasn’t on an unrecorded edge plane colonizing, or that a subordinate civilization secretly developed a new world without reporting it.

Thus, the tasks for wizards like Jeming came along.

They engaged in a universe-scale "data mining" and "trace pursuit killing."

The main task had two steps.

First, collect information.

Like locusts passing through, they ransacked the databases of every destroyed civilization—whether physical books, Energy Crystals, mental networks, or biological genetic memory.

Copied absolutely all found information about the civilization’s history, technology, communication, and exploration.

Second, identify useful related information from this astronomical amount of data and provide it to the three Seventh Level Wizards.

Then, it was killing, killing, killing!

Following an ever-updating coordinates list, physically wiping out each plane, each colony, and even every independent civilization suspected of having deep contact with them.

No longer considering the value of resources and knowledge, the only criterion was "whether it exists."

These fifty years deeply ingrained in Jeming what "chain annihilation of civilization" meant.

The network of relationships among high-level civilizations stretched infinitely like a grapevine; pulling one grape, a whole bunch came along.

After clearing a bunch, discovering it linked to more bunches beneath.

Every destroyed civilization might have its own vassals, allies, trade partners, or even Primitive Planes it just discovered but hadn’t yet exploited.

All these, as long as there was a hint of potential indirect pollution, were listed under the "Purification."

The phrase "implicating nine generations" too generously and limitatively described the wizards’ actions.

The entire expeditionary army was conducting an exponential-scale cleanup along the civilization’s relationship web.

He also finally understood why the Star Ring Federation so resolutely launched an extermination campaign against the Triangular Plane Community.

The Fungus Lord’s inherent formless and law-relying infectious nature was absolutely terrifying.

If not for the Nolun Wizard’s timely insight and extreme countermeasures.

Given time, who knew to what extent this conceptual pollution could have spread, potentially becoming a massive hidden danger threatening the foundation of Wizard Civilization.

Now, this long and bloody "purification" finally declared its end.

The last coordinate on the list was illuminated and then returned to silence beneath the glow of witchcraft.

Jeming nearly instinctively returned to his laboratory on the Elorcia Plane.

The long-missed environment faintly emanating the scent of Alchemy Potions and Metal brought an indescribable sense of security.

He didn’t bother checking the internal space’s extensive "harvested" backups of complex knowledge from various destroyed civilizations, nor did he care to gather the not insignificantly depleted cannon fodder troops and Talisman Witchcraft.

He walked straight through the laboratory filled with various instruments and materials, pushed open the bedroom door, and like a puppet with cut strings, collapsed heavily onto the soft Magic Mattress.

Too lazy to remove his boots, too indifferent to change his Magic Robe.

Almost as soon as his head touched the pillow, he was thoroughly submerged in a mountain-like weight of exhaustion.

(That’s it for today’s Chapter; mainly thought there wasn’t much to write about the remaining "cleanup," so just mentioned it briefly.)