Golden Garden, within Jeming’s private Mage Tower.
He was fully focused on analyzing the complex data stream flowing across the light screen before him, concerning the research data related to the Divine Power Faith Network of the Elorcia Plane.
At that mont, the Magic Network Terminal placed in a corner of the experint table emitted a tone different from a regular communication request.
Jeming’s thoughts were interrupted, his brow slightly furrowed, and his gaze swept towards the terminal screen.
It was not a communication request from soone, but an automated notification from the official system of the Magic Net.
The ssage content was concise, cold, devoid of any emotion:
[Notification: Confird by the Wizard Camp, Na: Anita Chuck, died 37 days ago in the Standard Calendar on the 86547-5568 (Folded) Plane Battlefield. Her direct ntor, Jeming Second Level Wizard, has his related educational rewards and subsequent obligations formally terminated as of this notification.]
Jeming’s fingers holding the data pad paused slightly, his gaze lingered on those few lines of text for about two seconds.
Then, he gently placed the data pad back on the table and shook his head with helplessness.
His face returned to a state of calm, as if he had just seen an insignificant weather report.
He refocused his attention on the intricate model of the Divine Power Faith Network, as if nothing had happened just now.
He had already foreseen Anita’s outco.
An apprentice who lost their resolve during their ti at the academy, focusing primarily on flashy but impractical magic, lacking a reverence for knowledge itself and a deep understanding of power, had little survival probability when suddenly thrown into the harsh Plane Battlefield.
Since resolving his ntal impasse years ago, Jeming could only sigh at such outcos.
Regretting the premature loss of a young life, yet without many emotional waves beyond that.
It’s not that he was inherently cold, but the ti perception between an Official Wizard and a Wizard Apprentice had long been different.
In retrospect, the so-called "ntor-student relationship" with Anita, at most, spanned only a few years.
Such a period was trivial in the long life he now asured in units of centuries or millennia.
In his elongated mory painting, Anita seed more like a mayfly fluttering by, living and dying within a day, leaving only a faint trace that could almost be ignored.
In fact, the perception of many High Tier Wizards as emotionally detached has its roots here.
Without becoming an Official Wizard, an apprentice’s re sixty-year natural lifespan was but a montary flash in the eyes of Official Wizards who often possess life spans of thousands of years or even longer.
Perhaps after concluding an intensive research seclusion, the apprentices once known to them would have undergone several generational changes, turning into historical dust.
Even Official Wizards, if unable to continuously advance, appear just as epheral in the eyes of High Tier Wizards.
Unless they are dazzling talents destined to enter the sa echelon, High Tier Wizards rarely form deep personal connections with those of Lower Tiers.
After all, it is bound to be an unequal and sorrowfully separative investnt.
Anita’s death was like a small pebble cast into a tranquil lake, its ripples brief and slight.
Yet it did indeed remind Jeming of one thing.
After so contemplation, Jeming summoned up his research log, adding a new to-do item in an inconspicuous corner.
After completing the addition, he set the matter aside, imrsing himself once more into the research of the Elorcia Plane’s Divine Power Faith Network.
Ti flies like an arrow, sun and moon shuttle like a weaver’s shuttle.
Unwittingly, it had been three hundred years since he returned from the conquest of the Aerial Plane.
During these three hundred years, Jeming’s life was regular and fulfilling.
Teaching duties, having long been neglected, had beco a negligible interlude, with almost all his energy devoted to endless research.
Finally, on this day, he completed the analysis of most non-special biological samples brought back from the Aerial Plane.
A vast amount of data was organized and filed, countless unique biological structures, energy utilization thods, and adaptive evolution strategies were understood, absorbed, and beca part of his knowledge system.
The old Chapter turned over, and new creation imdiately comnced.
In the center of the laboratory, a specially designed experint table held a creature of extrely bizarre form in place.
Its body was spindle-shaped, more like a ticulously polished tal shell than flesh.
The surface was covered by a smooth, dense biological keratin layer, gleaming with a cold tallic luster.
Where the head would be, there were no obvious facial features, only a pair of compound-eye-like crystalline structures and a sucking disc-like mouthpart for energy intake.
Short but intricately structured fin-like appendages extended from both sides of its body, while its tail resembled muscle tissue similar to a vector nozzle.
This was precisely the aerial combat-specific fodder unit personally tailored by Jeming based on biological samples from the Aerial Plane—he nad it the "Patroller."
Its design prototype mainly originated from those bizarre creatures encountered when he and Wizard Jack explored areas of space distortion, born naturally for high-speed flight (Chapter 254).
Their greatest characteristic was their astonishing extre speed!
With deep optimization and genetic enhancent through the combination of alchemy and biological transformation technology, Jeming achieved a leap in the performance of a new generation of "Patrollers."
The lower limit of their growth was significantly elevated, capable of stabilizing at the level of a First Level Creature upon hatching.
Moreover, they had a higher potential to naturally advance to Second Level Creatures, with even a small probability of producing Third Level Creature individuals.
Most importantly, their speed was greatly enhanced through Jeming’s targeted modifications.
A First Level "Patroller" could easily break the sound barrier at cruising speed, while a Second Level individual could surpass ten tis the speed of sound at regular speed, and a Third Level individual could unleash a terrifying thirty tis the speed of sound!
In short-range engagents, their penetration capability was a nightmare.
Furthermore, Jeming equipped them with a controllable self-destruct system in line with the Black Giant’s lineage, equally efficient.
At critical monts, they could accelerate themselves to the limit, turning into the most decisive weapon, combining massive kinetic energy with the instantaneously released biological energy within, creating a devastating collision explosion.
Simply put, these "Patrollers," rather than combat creatures, were more akin to a group of "living missiles" possessing basic biological intelligence, capable of self-directed enemy seeking and unlimited replication!
Their core purpose upon being designed was consumption.
For this, Jeming integrated breeding asures of most lower-level creatures from the Aerial Plane, resulting in the Patrollers’ astonishingly rapid reproduction rate.
They were hermaphroditic and could lay eggs anyti, anywhere, with a high feed-to-growth rate and rapid developnt speed.
With just the most basic biomass and energy supply, they could form a scale in a short ti.
They needed no complicated tactics, no prolonged engagents; their mission was singular—to penetrate the enemy’s defense network with unparalleled speed.
Then, at the target point, they burst into the most brilliant and deadly light of destruction.
"Sky cavalry units and the like are long obsolete; the dominance of the air should be seized by such ’teors’," Jeming gazed at the finished product on the experint table, his eyes filled with the scrutiny and praise of a researcher admiring a perfect creation.
With ticulous fingers, he set the combat simulation paraters on the control panel, beginning to input the data.
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