Cultivating in the Wizard World-Chapter 229 - 205: Missions and Pre-Battle Preparation
When Jeming gradually awoke from the deep coma, his vision was still a bit blurry.
He felt his eyelids heavy as lead, and the entire world swayed in a hazy light and shadow.
In a daze, he vaguely sensed a blurry figure beside him, seemingly quietly watching over him all along.
"You’re awake." A gentle, healing female voice softly resonated in his ear, "Does your body feel any different?"
This voice was filled with concern, causing Jeming’s nerves, tensed from the severe injuries, to subconsciously relax somewhat.
However, it was at this moment that his blurry vision finally refocused and became clear.
What followed was a bewildering disbelief.
Because he discovered that standing by his side, guarding him, was not a gentle female healer, but an automaton entirely constructed of a silvery-white liquid-metal-like substance, with joints flickering with blue energy light.
The gentle female voice was emitted from the voice device within this automaton’s chest cavity.
"!!!"
The tremendous contrast struck Jeming like a blow, instantly shattering all his grogginess!
He immediately became alert, springing up from the soft bed!
His body’s instinct instantly put him on battle alert, but he quickly realized that this automaton bore no hostility, merely standing quietly by.
He quickly assessed his physical condition.
Within his body, both spiritual power and True Essence were full and complete.
The severe injuries, like being torn apart, had vanished without a trace, and his physical state was even slightly better than before the injuries!
It seemed that during his coma, the camp had used quite effective magic potions for his treatment.
"No, something’s off..." Jeming frowned slightly, sensing sharply that some special, deeper change had occurred in his body.
This change did not come from the magic potion but from the origin of his body.
With a bit of contemplation, he speculated that this was likely due to the "Body Refining Technique," enabling his body to further adapt instinctively to the extreme weakness and backlash damage after Light Transformation.
"Adaptive Evolution?"
A hint of realization flashed in Jeming’s eyes.
In other words, the next time he faces similar types of weakness and injury, his body’s adaptability will be stronger, recovery faster, and the damage less severe!
He couldn’t help but marvel at this internally.
Body cultivation, truly the method used in the Cultivation Immortality world for assault and warfare!
Its core essence is to seek ultimate strength through constant destruction and remolding.
It can be said that every damage taken, as long as it doesn’t result in immediate death, grants the body a precious "adaptive evolution"!
As the Body Cultivator endures more and more varied damage, the body’s resistance becomes increasingly extreme.
A deadly strike that might spell certain doom for an ordinary cultivator could be a mere scratch needing no rest for a High Tier Body Cultivator.
"Well, this is good too." Jeming clenched his fist, feeling the stronger and more resilient power within him, "Next time something similar happens, I’ll have a stronger ability to resist. At the very least, I won’t pass out immediately after Light Transformation."
After marveling at the wondrous transformation of his body, Jeming turned his gaze to the silver automaton beside him.
"How’s the camp’s situation now? How long was I unconscious?" he asked in a deep voice, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.
The silver automaton continued to respond to Jeming’s questions in that gentle female voice:
"Greetings, Wizard Jeming. You were unconscious for less than half a day. Thanks to the critical intelligence you provided, our second line of defense has clearly tracked the movements of the combined Magma Giant and Yeti legion."
"Therefore, the command has already made appropriate deployments. Most Combat Wizards have gone to the third line of defense for support and fortification."
"Additionally, you have received a mandatory task from the camp. Master Roland (another Fifth Level Wizard) has instructed that if you wake, proceed immediately to your laboratory to commence manufacturing Biochemical Beasts for front-line cannon fodder support!"
"Understood." Jeming nodded.
The situation was better than he initially expected.
Since his body had completely recovered, Jeming had no plans to continue resting.
Effortlessly stepping off the bed, Jeming left the temporary infirmary, swiftly returning to his laboratory.
When the laboratory door opened, the scene before him gave him a slight pause.
He saw that what was once his spacious laboratory was now filled with a mountain of materials.
These materials were of various kinds, with only a small portion being bloodied flesh, while most were like the still-warm energy cores of Magma Giants, and several high-energy crystal stones.
Moreover, there was a continuous stream of materials appearing from the nearby Space Transmission Array.
Given that Jeming primarily researched the Magma Giants, the camp command had assigned him the task of supporting the Flame Sun Realm’s battlefront with suitable cannon fodder.
"Time is running out..." Jeming took a deep breath, wasting no extra words.
He quickly organized the materials, categorizing them neatly, and then plunged into the laboratory, immersing himself in feverish creation.
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Another half month passed.
In the laboratory, Jeming stood before a row of neatly lined creations, a satisfied expression on his face.
In front of him stood a whole row of biochemical beasts, looking like enlarged versions of Magma Giants, but with forms even more grim and terrifying.
Their basic form retained the solidity and power of the Magma Giant, but Jeming had made devilish modifications to the details.
Some had several heads capable of spewing flames of different attributes, while others had six or even eight sturdy arms, ending in sharp bone blades or heavy hammers.
Inside them, it was no longer simple magma, but instead alchemical molten liquid concocted by Jeming, even more explosive and corrosive!
"Go, my children." Jeming nodded in satisfaction, activating the Space Transmission Device beside the laboratory.
These killing machines he had meticulously created were precisely transmitted to the designated logistics hub at the frontline amidst a spatial ripple.
Having done all this, Jeming glanced at the now empty laboratory.
The stored materials were entirely consumed, and to his regret, it seemed the camp wasn’t supplying new materials anymore.
Instead, on his Magic Network Terminal, a new compulsory task from the command center popped up!
[Order: All wizards, leave the core area of the camp immediately and head to your assigned defense nodes to assist in combat!]
This task requirement conveyed a peculiar unease.
Abandoning a fortified stronghold to meet the enemy in the open?
In any military tactics, it resembled a suicidal action.
Yet unexpectedly, after this order was given, the wizards in the entire camp remained exceptionally calm, with no chaos or questioning.
After all, from the moment Master Augustine forcibly piloted the Ship Plane away from the Ice and Flame Plane,
All wizards knew that the higher-ups had other plans.
Those who were left behind were not only the garrison but perhaps also... bait.
However, when signing up for this Plane War, the wizards also signed related contracts.
These explicitly stipulated that unless permitted by the top-level Fifth-Level Wizards or Sixth-Level Wizards themselves, no wizard could desert.
Fortunately, these contracts also imposed restrictions on the commanders themselves.
When arranging combat tasks, commanders must consider the overall capability and survival rate of the wizards, ensuring mission losses are controlled within certain limits.
So, no matter what astounding plan the Augustine Wizard had, unless he lacked intelligence and utterly failed, every assignment would still be within the capabilities of the individuals concerned.
It might be perilous, but it was never a doomsday scenario.
Jeming had the same attitude.
He casually shut down the Magic Network Terminal, thought for a moment, then dismantled the auxiliary equipment created over the past few days for making biochemical beasts in the laboratory, stuffing them into his Space Expansion Bag.
Then, Jeming left the laboratory without any nostalgia.
Arriving outside the camp, he found numerous wizards with solemn expressions leaving the core fortress from various directions.
They converged on the surrounding densely scattered defense nodes like streams flowing into the sea.
Meanwhile, behind these wizards were large numbers of bizarre and grotesque biochemical beasts following them.
There were Jeming’s multi-headed, multi-armed magma beasts, and horrors created by other wizards, resembling metal spiders, skeletal giant dragons, or stitched-together abominations of rotten flesh.
A coalition army comprised of wizards and monsters was rapidly taking shape.
Jeming checked his terminal and saw that he was assigned to a position near the Flame Sun Realm.
It seemed that the three Fifth Level Wizards in command understood and did not assign randomly.
Following the terminal’s guidance, Jeming quickly found the node he needed to garrison.
Already, over a dozen wizards were present; seeing Jeming arrive, they remained composed, merely giving him a glance before returning to their tasks.
Soon, with an urgent alarm piercing the sky spreading across the heavens, all wizards halted.
Jeming, who was installing equipment, abruptly raised his head, casting his gaze to the farthest reaches of the sky.
There, a flow of elements, impervious and built of flame and magma, surged from the horizon’s edge!
From afar, it seemed not like an army but like a moving, burning continent!
