Chapter 703: Chapter 597: Contact_2

The ring of the Quantum Entanglement Flagship began to accelerate its rotation, the perfect ecological Flesh Nest spewed out more red fog, and the form change of the folded geometric palace reached its peak, with a silver-white nanotechnology stream ring beginning to surge forward.

The standoff didn’t last long.

The Wizard Civilization also noticed the reaction of the parallel world wizards and immediately realized they could not press too hard.

So even though the space rift had fully unfolded, the war machines of the four major forces remained stationary, not advancing a single step further.

Jeming stood at the edge of the flagship, gazing at the warships cobbled together from fragments of broken planes, observing the withered and deformed wizards aboard those ships.

He could read fear in their eyes and hesitation in their actions.

The low tier wizards who had begun to flee were dragged back by their comrades, and those who had dropped their magic staffs were forced to pick them up again. The parallel world’s line flickered between chaos and order.

But fortunately, the wizards of the parallel world did not immediately launch a reactive attack.

High Tier Wizards cherish life and are very rational.

When the power gap becomes unbridgeable, combat is no longer an option.

Felix’s figure appeared in front of the flagship, accompanied by three other artificial intelligences.

Four beams of light stood side by side, calmly watching the twisted warships opposite them.

"Our side wishes to have a dialogue with you," Felix’s voice echoed throughout the void.

The opposite side was silent for a long time.

The Eighth Level Wizards gathered together, communicating frantically using spiritual power.

The Seventh Level Wizards hovered above the warships, their eyes cautiously scanning the four war machines here, sweeping over the Eighth Level Wizards floating in the air.

Then they discovered that the "enemy" seemed to have sent a delegation.

On the Wizard Civilization’s side, in order to better facilitate dialogue, each of the four major forces sent a hundred-member delegation.

Every wizard within each delegation was among the pinnacle of the Eighth Level Wizards.

They stepped forward from their respective camps, their strides composed, their aura introverted, as if attending an ordinary academic conference.

But Jeming knew that any one of these four hundred people had the capability to single-handedly destroy a super-large Plane Community.

Feeling the terrifying threat brought by these four hundred individuals, the parallel world’s wizards stirred even more.

Their total of Eighth Level Wizards barely exceeded a hundred.

Yet the delegation sent by the opposite side was four times that number.

Moreover, the aura and sense of oppression emanating from those representatives...could be said to be an unimaginable power for the Wizard Civilization of the parallel world.

Felix spoke again.

Using the common language of the Wizard Civilization, his speech was calm, his words precise, explaining the concepts of "Parallel World," "Twin," and "Communicate" to the wizards of the parallel world one by one.

The opposite side was silent for a long time, those Eighth Level Wizards gathering together, intensely discussing using spiritual power.

Jeming saw some shaking their heads, others frowning, while some expressions shifted from vigilance to shock, then from shock to something complex and indescribable.

They understood.

After all, they were all wizards, the systems shared origins, the languages were mutually intelligible.

When Felix presented the concept of a "Parallel World," a glimmer of rationality appeared in those frenzied eyes.

Some began to nod, some started whispering to each other.

From the Void Architecture Institute’s delegation, an Eighth Level Wizard emerged.

His magic robe was pure white like snow, embroidered with silver geometric patterns, every step precisely measured as if with a ruler.

He raised his hand, a few tiny specks of dust slipping from his fingers.

The dust was so small, almost invisible.

But as they floated into the void, right in front of those twisted warships, the dust exploded.

The tiny particles rapidly expanded in the void, extending in every direction.

Space twisted and reorganized around them, and within seconds, a palace materialized out of thin air in front of the armies.

Each column was a perfect geometric form, every wall reflecting a silver-white light.

The Void Architecture Institute’s representative stood at the palace entrance, slightly bowing, making a gesture of invitation.

His movements were so elegant, it was like inviting guests to a tea party.

The wizards of the parallel world looked at each other.

They communicated frantically with spiritual power, those twisted faces flashing with vigilance, hesitation, and doubt.

Jeming saw others shaking their heads, grasping their magic staffs tightly, some instinctively stepping back a half step.

But faced with the overwhelming power of the Wizard Civilization, they ultimately agreed.

A Rune-covered Eighth Level Wizard first stepped out of the ranks, followed by another Eighth Level Wizard whose body had fully fused with some sort of biological armor.

With these two Eighth Level Wizards leading the way, the other Eighth Level Wizards hesitated for a moment, then followed along.

Over a hundred Eighth Level Wizards slowly walked towards the palace.

Their steps cautious, their demeanors wary, like a group of beasts walking into a trap.

At the entrance, representatives of the four major forces were already lined up in waiting.

The Star Ring Federation stood on the left, the Deep Red Royal Court on the right, with the Void Architecture Institute and the Anti-Entropy Alliance flanking behind.

As the wizards of the parallel world approached, the representatives extended their hands.

Handshakes.

This was one of the oldest rituals of the Wizard Civilization, symbolizing equality, respect, and a temporary peace.

The representative of the Star Ring Federation shook hands with a Rune-covered Eighth Level Wizard, the representative of the Void Architecture Institute shook hands with a wizard twisted into an irregular shape, and the representative of the Anti-Entropy Alliance shook hands with a wizard whose body was half-transparent.

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