Imdiately, Clark swiftly changed the subject, drawing attention back to the main issue.
His expression started to beco serious, and his voice lowered a few tones:
"You can handle things on Jeming’s side as you see fit, back to the main point, my communication this ti is to tell you that from Augustine’s end, the reinforcent request has already co through."
Master Clark’s expression grew serious: "The Boundary Point has just passed approval, and agreed to provide the Ice and Fla Plane with thirty thousand wizards as support."
"Is there support?"
Upon hearing this, Viola’s expression didn’t relax, instead, she beca more serious: "This is troubleso..."
"Yes, for a long ti afterward, it might be very dangerous there." Master Clark’s voice beca even more somber at this point.
The thods of sending wizards on a large scale to other planes are limited, and two years is too short, not enough to establish a concealed teleportation device at this camp.
So the best thod at present is to have the Ship Plane sail back to the Boundary Point and bring these supporting wizards back to the battlefield.
"This is really troubleso, it seems that in this expedition team, Augustine is the only Sixth Level Wizard, which ans only he can pilot the plane." Viola couldn’t help but shake her head.
"If he does that..." Clark’s voice was clear and structured, "For a prolonged period afterward, the highest combat power of this Ice and Fla Plane war will completely leave the battlefield."
This ans that during the ti Augustine is away, the Wizard Legion on the Ice and Fla Plane will lose their highest leader, as well as their most formidable suppressing force.
"Moreover..." Master Clark’s tone carried a trace of gravity, "because of losing the Ship Plane as a transit and support, the communication link between you and the high-levels of the main plane will beco extrely fragile, even regular communication may not function normally."
"In fact, if the Ship Plane is not present, the wizards currently on the Ice and Fla Plane will also lose their only retreat route!"
The Ship Plane is not just a transportation tool; it is also a mobile energy hub and communication relay.
Without this Ship Plane, all the wizards would be trapped in this Other Plane, losing the possibility of returning to the main plane or requesting reinforcents.
This ans they will beco an isolated army!
"According to the chaotic ti flow between the two planes, after the Ship Plane departs, the ti for one round trip is enough for the Ice and Fla Plane to go through ten years. Viola, you and Jeming must be extra cautious." Clark sighed as he warned his student.
"Understood, ntor." Viola responded calmly, "But, ntor, won’t you let us leave with the ’Ship’?"
Clark looked at her expressionlessly: "Would you pass up such a good opportunity?"
After a brief silence, Viola suddenly showed a brilliant smile: "It’s rare to see so many wizards in despair and pain, of course, I can’t miss it!"
Clark didn’t say much about her response, just shook his head as expected: "Your character is still so vicious... forget it, I can’t reach that boy Jeming, rember to tell him about this when he returns."
Communication was imdiately cut off.
The light screen dimd, and the office returned to silence.
Viola did not imdiately rest; she lay on that soft sofa, pondering over the matters to co.
But not long after, she couldn’t help but sit up abruptly.
Her slender body leaning slightly forward, with a hint of undisguised delight, her eyes intensely looked towards the door of the laboratory.
Just now, she felt a sensation that made her heart tremble from not far away.
Viola was quite familiar with this feeling; she knew it was her genius junior brother who had returned.
Before long, accompanied by two soft and rhythmic knocks, a figure appeared at the door of the laboratory.
He looked as usual, though with a trace of imperceptible fatigue, seeming otherwise normal.
It was Jeming!
Finally, unable to suppress it, a perfect and satisfied smile blood on Viola’s lips.
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After Jeming saw the vast and terrifying "Sea of Evil Qi," he decisively and swiftly flew outward.
He increased his speed to the maximum, as runes lit up around him, offsetting the terrifying pressure from deep underground.
While quickly flying upwards, Jeming didn’t forget about the "entrance" he had created with his own hands.
Spiritual power flowed at his fingertips, and he used alchemy to change the shape of the surrounding layers.
The gigantic pit he had violently blasted open now, according to his will, began a visible process of "molding" and "closing."
The earth itself has the concept of "bearing," with its heavy rock layers and permafrost, having an innate inertia and toughness, capable of withstanding unimaginable pressure.
Theoretically, as long as the soil layer is thick enough, it can serve as the best seal, thoroughly covering everything below.
However, the rapid and exhilarating blasting and excavation from before now made the process of piecing together the ripped rock layers and soil so painful!
This wasn’t just a massive consumption of spiritual power; it was an extre test of heart power.
Jeming never imagined twisting rocks could be so difficult.
When the project reached a certain scale, he needed to calculate the gravity and structure of each rock, sense the tremors of the earth vein, and repair this imnse pit, hundreds of ters in diater and hundreds of kiloters deep, bit by bit from inside out, until it was completely closed!
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