The series of test results for the "Patroller" left Jeming very satisfied.
This "living missile" that pursues speed and one-ti destruction perfectly fills the gap in his air assault and rapid strike capabilities.
Next, according to the planned schedule, he turned his attention to another area urgently needing completion—the cannon fodder unit for sea warfare.
However, compared to the relatively smooth developnt of aerial combat units, the design and implentation process for sea warfare cannon fodder proved exceptionally challenging.
In the end, it even took Jeming a full fifty years to produce the final version.
At this mont, crawling in the specially designed giant ecological cultivation tank in the laboratory, there lay a massive entity that almost occupied the entire room space, slowly wriggling.
Its entire body exhibits a deep black color, with a texture resembling viscous crude oil.
Overall, it looks like so kind of giant sli, without a fixed shape, rely rising and flowing unconsciously there.
Jeming, holding a high-precision biological detector in one hand while activating the All-Purpose Eye with the other, double-checked this behemoth for the final index scan.
The data stream jumping on the screen was stable and strong, with each parater detected by the All-Purpose Eye reaching or even exceeding his expected design values.
He slowly put down the instrunt, closed the witchcraft, and let out a long breath, revealing a complex expression of relief and accomplishnt on his face.
"Finally... it’s completed."
In fact, the initial concept of developing a sea warfare cannon fodder wasn’t particularly difficult.
But the problem was that, after completing the Patroller by the book, Jeming’s research heart, which pursued perfection and extremity, kept "itching" throughout the process.
Various novel ideas and function stacks erged one after another, leading to repeated changes in the design goals.
What was born, in the end, had already transcended the scope of "cannon fodder" and evolved into this creature before him, which could be called a monster.
Strictly speaking, this thing no longer could be called a singular cannon fodder unit.
But rather a comprehensive ocean combat platform integrating survival, defense, attack, and production!
Its basic form is this seemingly clumsy black sli-like body.
Its combat style is flexible and bizarre, capable of separating part of its body to simulate various aquatic creatures for attacks or harassnt.
When facing powerful enemies, it can quickly aggregate its dispersed body, causing its size to expand dramatically.
Turning into a mountain-like giant, launching powerful physical crush or energy impact.
Besides purely physical attacks, this thing’s offensive and defensive ans are relatively straightforward, relying mainly on its internal Energy Core to launch energy cannons of various attributes and support a robust Energy Shield.
But the truly terrifying aspect of this creation, which Jeming continuously modified, lies in two points.
Firstly, its incredibly exaggerated efficiency of resource conversion and energy absorption.
The material scarcity of the Aerial Plane led to organisms within it evolving extre survival abilities in a barren environnt.
Jeming rged several highly representative biological decomposition abilities, allowing this "sli" to hugely digest all organic materials it cos into contact with.
Whether it’s algae, fish, or even enemy unit corpses... it can efficiently convert them within its body into nutrient-rich biogel, used for self-maintenance, growth, or as an "ammunition" reserve.
At the sa ti, it inherited the energy absorption system of the Black Giant, able to continuously draw thermal energy from the surrounding environnt, converting it into its own energy.
That profound blackness is an external manifestation of its efficient absorption of all spectrum energy.
The second and most prideful design of Jeming is the built-in biological incubation platform.
Inspired by the Magma Giant’s Incubation Pool, this creature’s interior was modified into a mini high-efficiency incubation chamber.
It can inject its collected energy and biogel into the incubation chamber, serving as a rapid frontline hatching nest for the "Patroller"!
This ans that on the ocean battlefield, the "Hive" itself is a mobile "living missile" production base.
It can continuously produce Patrollers for air support or underwater attacks.
Though the Patroller’s speed significantly decreases underwater, its combat power remains formidable.
More brilliantly, this incubation platform can even temporarily act as an "ergency station," providing urgent energy to retrieve the Black Giant Core after self-detonation, accelerating its body reconstruction!
Jeming’s mind actually holds more wild ideas, such as integrating reconnaissance units or adding space jump capabilities.
Unfortunately, limited by the internal space volu and his own knowledge limitations, he could only stop regrettably at the current "semi-finished product."
"The code na of this thing... let’s call it the ’Hive’!" Jeming casually decided on its na.
He instructed the laboratory’s automated humanoids to begin supplying a large amount of basic biomatter and pure energy to this newborn "Hive" for its initial growth and stabilization.
After completing all these tasks, Jeming sat back in his familiar work chair, leaning back, and for a long-missed mont, let his mind drift and empty.
He was acutely aware that at this stage, the qualitative upgrades he could achieve in his direct combat power and the composition of his corps had basically reached the limit under the current level of resources and knowledge.
The Black Giant Legion, the Patroller Air Force, and the "Nest" Navy, the triad of land, sea, and air cannon fodder systems had already initially taken shape.
Magical Treasures, Talisman Witchcraft, and various witchcrafts had also been updated.
What remained was nothing more than relying on ti to accumulate quantities and conducting so optimization and refinent of details.
This ant that for at least the next fifty years, although he still had a vast amount to learn, experint, and research, his overall combat power level would not have another transformative leap.
So he was montarily bewildered, subconsciously calculating various tactical combinations, corps ratios, and fine-tuning his own combat style in his mind.
After so ti, a deep sense of fatigue overwheld him.
Jeming did not resist, allowing himself to sink into a sleep that required no ditation or thought, a sleep of pure rest.
Sotis, rest is also a part of cultivation.
When the next day arrived, and Elorcia Plane’s dim "sun" rose as usual, Jeming had already recovered his usual calm and focus, and returned to his regular research life.
In the next fifty years, Jeming began systematically stepping down from various positions at Nolun No.147 Academy.
He communicated with Dean Avery Knight, explaining that he would soon face a compulsory expedition and needed to prepare and transition in advance.
The Dean understood this.
Soon, a wizard from the Logistics Elent of Alchemy, who had just rotated down from other Plane Battlefields, was arranged to take over Jeming’s work.
The handover process was exceptionally simple—after all, the Alchemy School still had no new apprentices.
The main work involved routine checks and maintenance on life-saving equipnt and monitoring systems during the graduation trials held every five years, and occasionally refining so low-tier witchcraft artifacts or potions for other students in the academy.
These tasks were easily manageable for another experienced Alchemy Wizard.
Thus, while maintaining his own cultivation and research, Jeming smoothly completed the handover of responsibilities, and spent the last fifty years before the forced expedition in calmness.
When the ti limit finally arrived, Jeming once again ca to that familiar yet strange place—the gathering boundary point of the Wizard Civilization Expeditionary Army, through the cross-plane teleportation array.
This ti, his luck seed to be good.
Having just completed the registration, he happened to catch a large-scale expeditionary army gathering.
After registering, he flew straight to the designated assembly square.
However, when he saw the scene in the square, even with Jeming’s composure, he couldn’t help but gasp.
As far as the eye could see, the entire enormous square was densely filled with the figures of wizards!
Various colors of wizard robes, bizarre magic accessories, contracted magical pets of different sizes, and warfras suspended in the air... together they ford a vast ocean of people and energy glows that stretched beyond sight.
Jeming roughly scanned with his spiritual power and was shocked — the number of wizards gathered here had probably exceeded a million!
This number was simply staggering!
Under normal circumstances, a dium-scale plane expedition would mobilize around a hundred thousand wizards.
Even for the tough bones that require siege in a powerful plane, the scale rarely exceeded two to three hundred thousand.
Yet now, with this scene of a million wizards gathered... Jeming’s heart couldn’t help but sink.
This was by no ans an ordinary expedition; the Nolun Workshop must have significant ambitions this ti, and what they were about to face was likely an unimaginably difficult battle situation.
He silently found a relatively less crowded corner on the edge to land, quietly perked his ears, and tried to gather so intelligence from the conversations of the surrounding wizards.
"... Isn’t this too grand? I’ve been through five expeditions and never seen so many people!"
"I can only say the target plane must be very special, but until now, no information has co out."
"However, for such a challenging enemy, both military rits and resources should be quite substantial."
"... Before that, it’s better to consider if we can survive first."
However, the surrounding wizards also seed to know little about the details.
But the heavy yet slightly frenzied atmosphere in the air clearly conveyed a common understanding: for an expedition that mobilizes such a massive wizard force, what lies ahead is sure to be an unprecedented hard battle!
To increase the chances of survival in the upcoming brutal war, many temporary small group recruitnt points had spontaneously ford on the square.
Many wizards loudly announced their expertise in certain witchcraft areas and the aspects they were not skilled in, seeking companions who could complent them, preparing to sign temporary combat agreents and form squads to jointly tackle the unknown dangers.
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