Mechanical Alchemist-Chapter 630 - 629: The Magic Camp is Severely Damaged

Previously, it was the Imperial Intelligence Division that informed Su Lun and Mr. Jing about the situation at the Manuel Hill Mine, and news of that great battle naturally made its way back to the imperial capital of Lindun at the first opportunity.

When the officials confirmed that those beings from the Heavenly God Plane had already brought forth a Demigod expert, the entire upper echelons of the United Empire were shaken.

Everyone understood that the peace of the past two years was gone forever, and war was imminent.

The upper echelons were very clear that the enemy's overt attack on the mine was meant to lure out the top-tier combat power of the Alchemy Plane and then eliminate it.

If their scheme was successful, it would signal the beginning of a full-scale war.

An emergency meeting was also convened by the Empire Council.

"Your Majesty, we have confirmation from Mafa that Mr. Jing of Dawn and Prince Fick have engaged the enemy. The current intel confirms that the enemy is of Demigod realm. The enemy has showcased formidable methods, with one individual casting the forbidden legion magic 'Holy Shackles,' and her sword is very powerful, likely an Artifact Projection..."

"Mr. Jing split into nine, using a wide-range wood-based alchemy forbidden curse, freeing herself from the constraints of the Holy Light curse and instead trapping the enemies."

"Latest intel, the Demigod from the Heavenly God Plane with a third eye on her forehead is capable of emitting a very powerful piercing light beam. She broke through, and the major battle is currently at a stalemate..."

"..."

In the council chamber, where only a dozen people sat on the hundred mahogany chairs, it appeared somewhat empty.

Yet at this moment, those seated here were without exception the heavyweight officials of the Empire.

Shoulders adorned with five golden stars, marshals of the grand land, sea, and air legions, the Imperial Prime Minister, senior cabinet ministers... every person watched the communications officer with a grave expression.

The atmosphere was extremely heavy.

The battle intel from the Mafa frontline was transmitted here in real-time and decrypted on the spot by cryptographers.

Everyone listened intently to the live battle status.

Hearing that the enemy was a Demigod powerhouse, their brows furrowed tightly; learning that Su Lun and Mr. Jing were gaining the upper hand, they finally relaxed slightly; facing a locked battle situation, everyone tensed up again, afraid to even breathe heavily... fearful of any unexpected developments.

With the volatile and rapidly changing battle conditions, the expressions of those present altered accordingly.

They all knew that this battle would greatly determine the direction of the future plane wars.

And at the main seat of the council, Yekaijelina, wearing her crown, also watched with a heavy gaze.

Finally, hearing that after several hours of a hard-fought battle, it ended in a stalemate, everyone's hanging hearts settled somewhat.

At least there was no defeat, meaning that the top battle strength of the Alchemy Plane currently was not inferior to the enemy's.

Sighs of relief echoed in unison throughout the council hall.

"Mr. Jing truly lives up to his title as the number one expert of the Alchemy Plane, managing to hold his own against a Demigod powerhouse."

"Indeed. This last two years, thanks to Dawn, we've had the chance to catch our breath."

"With Mr. Jing and Prince Fick on the Mafa frontline, the enemy will have to think twice about a large-scale advance. But our time is running short..."

"..."

The tone was filled with respect whenever people mentioned Mr. Jing and Su Lun.

It was not just respect for top-ranking powerhouses but also admiration for the two who had been active at the frontline for the past two years, securing time for the Alchemy Plane.

Sitting upon the throne, Yekaijelina pondered for a moment before speaking, "That's the situation as it stands now. Lords, what do you believe our next move should be?"

Upon her words, the generals and ministers immediately presented their views.

"An all-out war is inevitable. We absolutely cannot hold any illusions that the enemy will give us more time. We must mobilize everyone immediately to prepare for the war!"

"Indeed. Currently, it seems the enemy plans to cross the Imperial Strait using magical airships, and we still have sufficient time to prepare. In a direct confrontation, we have a decent chance of victory. The only concern is the enemy's top-tier combat strength..."

"Top-tier combat strength is indeed a problem. These two years, we've been searching hard for the 'Cosmic Essences,' but unfortunately, we've found just one. However, the army corps trained in tens of thousands of mage formations are already taking shape, and we have the mechanized airship corps. Against magic troops, we have fighting power."

"..."

The discussion was lively.

Since the battle at Klemington two years ago, the surrender faction within the empire was entirely purged, and imperial power became highly centralized.

The Empire was almost single-minded, concentrating resources in a single direction, allowing policies to be executed with utmost efficiency.

This was one of the key reasons for the explosive development of the United Empire over these last two years!

Although the situation was dire, since they were all proponents of going to war, there was no sign of fear on anyone's faces.

Everyone's thoughts were quite unanimous: the fight must happen, and they had already made ample preparations over these two years.

Without exaggeration, the United Empire's current military strength was several dozen times stronger than the two great empires of Rueing and Mafa combined, back in their time.

If given another decade, or even more time to continue this development, the Alchemy civilization was sure to shine with undeniable brilliance.

Unfortunately, the enemy would not give them further time.

Yekaijelina, listening to everyone's debates, maintained an expression calm as still water.

She was more aware than anyone else of the current state of the Empire and had even factored in the potential arrival of Demigods in her calculations.

Over the past two years, the Empire had made all the preparations it could.

The rest was left to fate.

Yekaijelina's purple pupils slightly scattered as she seemed to contemplate something; her hand subconsciously touched the sapphire pendant hanging on her chest. The pendant was engraved with extremely intricate spatial runes—a gift from the past.

However, just then, an unexpected change occurred very suddenly.

While listening to the communications, the ministers had thought that the battle at the Magic front had ended and were discussing the pre-war mobilization plan.

But unexpectedly, the communicator rang out again.

The cryptanalyst, not knowing what news they had heard, suddenly looked pale and reported to Yekaijelina above with an urgent voice, "Your Majesty, the latest news from the front! A great disturbance has emerged near the portal in Zambra Ironfall Province! It seems... it seems that someone has attacked the Mage camp. The battle is very intense!"

What?

Someone attacked the Mage camp?

On hearing this, everyone in the council hall stared in disbelief.

The situation near the portal was clear to everyone present. It was the origin of the war; the Empire had also tried many ways to destroy the portal over the years.

But all attempts had ended in failure.

That Mage camp had undefeatable defenses; anyone who went there did not return!

And now, someone had launched an attack on the camp?

Even Yekaijelina was surprised to hear this, her eyes flashed with a cold light as she asked, "What exactly is happening?"

After listening to another piece of encrypted intelligence, the cryptanalyst reported, "The details are still unclear. But from what the observer has seen, the Mage camp is in complete chaos. It appears that some terrifying creatures have emerged. The observer saw flashes of light and conjectures that it might be the act of someone from the Dawn..."

It could only be the Dawn.

Upon hearing this, everyone guessed as much.

But their expressions were still full of disbelief.

Hadn't they just fought the enemy to a standstill at Manushil Mine just a while ago? How in a blink of an eye had they gone to attack the Magic camp?

And how did they manage it?

Who would dare to forcefully breach that camp without dozens of ninth-level mages?

...

While the high echelons of the Unified Empire were in a state of shock, at the Magic frontline, near the portal on a hillside, Su Lun and Mr. Jing watching the battle were having a far more leisurely time.

The bidimensional worms had already been released; the rest was just watching the show and waiting for the outcome.

Through the telescope, the Mage camp was in utter disarray.

The camp had floors made of solidified ground that not even explosives could penetrate, but under the bidimensional worms' spatial dimension reduction ability, they turned into a mud pit in an instant.

The magic towers, like chocolate towers baked at high temperatures, melted away onto the ground in large swaths.

The bidimensional worms rampaged through the camp, feeding everywhere.

Wherever they passed, all matter was reduced dimensionally into food.

The mages of the seventh level or higher were still able to use their domains to sense spatial fluctuations and predict the movements of the bidimensional worms. The lower-level mages were not so lucky; they gathered in formations, only to be devoured by the "black lines" that emerged suddenly from the void.

In just a few minutes, over a hundred thousand mages had vanished within the camp, leaving no trace behind.

Even the demigod Mage was utterly powerless, with elemental magic blasting on the creature's body as if merely adding a dab of colorful dessert. Even the remaining precious time magic and slowing light beams were too rare to stop the creature's rampage.

The camp was in complete disarray.

The million-strong Mage army of the Divine Plane, capable of destructive power, could only watch helplessly as the bidimensional worms rampaged through the camp unopposed.

On the hillside, watching the rampaging creatures, Su Lun's eyes also sparkled as he murmured to himself, "Higher spatial laws, that might be a power even ordinary gods can't master..."

The spatial dimension reduction ability of the void bidimensional worm was the most magical and mysterious application of spatial abilities he had ever seen.

He had never understood how this ability could reduce a three-dimensional object to two dimensions, neither from a physical nor a law perspective.

Now, even with the wisdom from the waters of Mimir and the insight from the All-knowing Eye, he still didn't understand it.

It wasn't a matter of lack of insight but rather the cognitive level involved was too high above his current self, and his brain, unable to handle such high-order cognition, automatically blocked it.

Su Lun even speculated that this might be some kind of fundamental cosmic rule.

Not the superficial aspect of "rules" he currently understood.

However, the more prominently the bidimensional worms performed, the better it was for the Alchemical Plane.

In just a few moments, the worms had devoured hundreds of magic towers.

The previous invincible defenses, the dense accumulation of magic towers like walls, were now like chocolate sticks, devoured unselectively by the undiscriminating bidimensional worms.

Looking at the strengthening bidimensional worms, Su Lun couldn't help but exclaim, "The Divine Plane's forces have suffered heavy losses now. This wave alone means at least a year and a half's worth of supplies sent over are gone. To wage war again, they will have to start preparations anew..."

Mr. Jing, who was standing nearby, also showed a rare relaxed expression, "Yes."

However, not long after, a ten-story magic tower in the camp suddenly lit up with the fluctuations of spatial transportation, and a female mage wearing a golden mask hastily returned to the battlefield.

It was none other than Grand Princess Octavia J. Fielding, who had fought with them a thousand miles away at the great battle of Manushil.

Su Lun looked at the familiar face and raised an eyebrow, "Yo, she's finally made it back."

Without the ability for ultra-long-distance spatial teleportation, even receiving the message immediately, she was still late in returning by using the magic circle.

Already, the camp's core magic tower had been devoured in large chunks, with two of the ten-story towers that could empty an entire large kingdom being consumed by the biaxial worms.

Upon seeing this, a chill went through Octavia's eyes; that was the empire's wealth. She set aside her aloof demeanor as a holy tribal princess and took off her golden mask right away.

The vertical pupil on her forehead shone brightly with dissolving beams, firing straight at the biaxial worms.

It had to be said, the "All-knowing Eye" was truly powerful, even the biaxial worms retracted and flinched from the penetrating beams.

But that was all there was to it.

Such damage was akin to evaporating a bit of mud off a mud monster's body, and it could not kill the biaxial worms.

Seeing this, Su Lun's gaze also narrowed slightly.

So far, almost everything was within expectations.

Now, with two demigods present in the heavens' battlefield, it was the liveliest moment.

Mr. Jing muttered beside him, "Next, they should summon the will of the gods to descend…"

Smiling, Su Lun nodded, "Yes. Let's see just how strong she will be after the descent of the god."

....

Just as the two had predicted, it wasn't long before the two demigod mages of the heavens' plane recognized the fact that they couldn't kill the biaxial worms.

Moreover, with plenty of "food" in the camp, the monster had no intention of leaving.

Although the magic gods' methods couldn't kill it, their rule-based magic could still harm it, causing the biaxial worm to become increasingly enraged, slaughtering the mages even more ruthlessly.

Every moment the biaxial worm rampaged in the camp was a huge loss for the people of the heavens' plane.

This would have been the best opportunity for a surprise attack, but Su Lun and his companion made no move.

They had not failed to notice that, despite the chaos, several ten-story magic towers were always prepared, just waiting to deal a heavy blow to anyone attempting to profit from the disorder.

The previous mirror light projection had summoned the Void Gate and unleashed monsters, making it clear to the enemies that it was their backstage maneuver, naturally, they were on guard.

Those magic towers might not pose a problem for a special void creature like the biaxial worm, but that didn't mean they would be harmless to the two beings of flesh and blood.

Su Lun and his companion quietly watched the excitement, waiting for a better opportunity.

If this exhaustion continued, even if the million-strong magic army could deal with the biaxial worm, they would surely suffer heavy casualties.

By then, with the various magic formations of the camp shattered, Su Lun and his party might really have the chance to stir up trouble in the camp.

But the enemy, of course, would not give them that chance.

The Grand Princess Octavia was decisively quick to act—upon realizing she couldn't kill the beast, she immediately began chanting an arcane incantation.

The spell to summon the gods seemed magical; upon hearing it, the million people in the camp stopped in unison, their faces free of fear and panic, filled only with piety and fervor, as they awaited the arrival of their deity of faith.

Su Lun saw more than just that; every person was connected by strands that converged in the sky.

He had not understood what faith was before, but now, watching the scene of a million people in worship, he seemed to grasp something and muttered to himself, "This is the power of faith… Strange, it's not spiritual power, nor is it the soul, but rather consciousness coalescing into reality..."

The collective will of a million people was a terrifying force indeed.

Was this an important source of the gods' power?

Su Lun pondered.

This was the gateway between planes after all, and it was much easier for a god to descend here than elsewhere.

He had no time to ponder further when, in an instant with the chant, the sky began to surge as countless powers of faith gathered and formed a huge, vague human face in the blink of an eye.

In that instant, an indescribable will descended.

Su Lun, having witnessed the descent of gods numerous times, saw no mystery in what was deemed ineffable.

Looking at the fuzzy face in the sky, he recognized it and said to himself, "It's the same one from before…"

The divine will that descended was none other than the unfortunate deity who had coveted the "Mimir's Spring" in the waters of the Dragon Country and was ultimately defeated by the Cyclops Demigod Tribal Chief.

Mr. Jing, initially solemn at the arrival of the True God's will, looked over upon hearing Su Lun's words, "Seen it before?"

Su Lun nodded, "Mhm. It's the one I told you about before, in the waters of Dragon Country."

Mr. Jing responded, "Oh."

As the two were discussing, the gigantic face in the sky had already taken shape, and almost all the energy of the magic towers in the mage camp was mobilized.

The overwhelming magic power coalesced into two large hands, which then grabbed the bi-dimensional worm in the camp, tearing it off like a canvas.

What followed was a very strange scene, where the two hands kneaded the creature as if it were taffy, ripping it apart piece by piece.

With each tear, the breath of the bi-dimensional worm grew weaker and weaker.

When a True God took action, it was indeed extraordinary.

Mr. Jing, who stood by, watched with closely knit brows, as if calculating his chances of victory against that will.

Although Su Lun hadn't fully understood the methods of the deity, by observing the threads of rules, he vaguely guessed that it was an advanced application of the Space Law.

It was those large hands that employed a technique similar to "Spatial Isolation," grasping the entire space rather than the creature itself.

It was akin to using a piece of paper to wrap a sticky candy, thereby avoiding the bi-dimensional worm's bizarre ability to reduce anything it touched to a lower dimension.

Seeing this, Su Lun murmured, "It seems that 'Spatial Dimension Reduction' is a power even lower deities fear..."

As he had surmised, "reduction" could be a kind of advanced cosmic spatial law, one that lower gods could not master.

Otherwise, the deity before him wouldn't have been so hamstrung in dealing with the bi-dimensional worm.

And he wasn't too surprised that the will of the deity could severely wound the Matriarch Worm.

The terror of the Void Matriarch Worm lay in its intelligence and its ability to reproduce spawn, not in its combat strength.

They were inherently the weakest in their tier, and not fast at teleportation.

Even though they ranked as demigods, without their dimension-reducing talent, probably even an eighth-order could kill them.

However, the battle was still very intense.

The bi-dimensional worm, exiled for countless years, had a strong will to survive; it struggled, trying to kill and escape.

But those massive hands had no intention of letting it go.

The deity did not wish to release such a troublesome creature, lest it return to the camp and cause unpredictable losses in the future.

The hands continued to tear, and more and more pieces of the bi-dimensional worm's body fell into the camp; the fragments of various corpses still had the capacity to reduce dimensions, causing enormous losses to the people from the celestial domain.

But from the moment the bi-dimensional worm could not escape, its fate was sealed.

As time passed, Princess Oktaavia's face became increasingly pale. The burden was tremendous, as summoning the will of a deity to descend took its toll on her.

Especially since she had mobilized such a potent force.

But the outcome was still favorable for her.

Using the power of the deity, she finally pushed the bi-dimensional worm to the brink of death.

From a distance, Su Lun could also sense the soul vibrations of the bi-dimensional worm becoming fainter and fainter.

In the end, it could no longer maintain a bi-dimensional state.

Some fragments of magic towers and various corpse remnants yet to be digested fell into the camp like dumping garbage, scattering everywhere.

It was finally killed.

...

Although the creature hadn't managed to kill one of the two Magic Gods, it did kill quite a few seventh- and eighth-order Mages, as well as two or three tens of thousand-person magic squads, causing hundreds of thousands of casualties.

It also destroyed at least one-third of the various supplies, magic towers, and magical restrictions in the camp.

It could be said that it severely weakened them.

Su Lun and Mr. Jing were quite satisfied with the outcome.

After this event, they could at least delay the celestial domain's offensive for half a year.

Besides, with the celestial folks having dealt with the worm, Su Lun himself breathed a sigh of relief, spared from having to exile it personally.

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It also reduced many risks.

Suddenly, Su Lun felt quite pleased, and the solemn expression of Mr. Jing beside him relaxed as well.

His eyes fell on the corpses of the creatures within the camp, feeling a bit envious, "Those materials are out of reach for now..."

But having now witnessed a magic camp protected by the will of a deity, he dismissed the last bit of wishful thinking in his heart.

It would be impossible to come out alive if they were to forcibly storm in.

Clearly, this matter required long-term planning.

Just then, Mr. Jing thought of something and said, "We need not worry about the situation here for several months. Let's go, we are heading to the 'God Burial Ground'."

Su Lun immediately understood and nodded, "Hmm."

In the current situation, they had to take risks.

They needed to explore the legendary site of a deity's fall within the Silent Forest; if they could really refine a large amount of "Cosmic Essence," the tide of battle might change significantly.