Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 717 - 609: Rewards and Gains


Chapter 717: Chapter 609: Rewards and Gains

All that can be said is that Ninth Level really lives up to its reputation; even in complete disadvantage, it can still hold on for a long time.

The roar of the Chaos God echoed in the void for a full ten days before completely dissipating.

In order to capture a living sample, the Eighth Level Wizards of the Deep Red Royal Court took turns to wear it down like eagles until it lost consciousness.

Then, using a flesh cage specially designed for it, they sealed and dragged it back to the depths of the perfect ecological Flesh Nest.

As for the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms’ leader, who was bled for half a day, he suffered even more. After being beaten to kneel by Wizards from the remaining three forces, he was tied up like a zongzi with Energy Chains, dragged into the flagship’s core cabin, reportedly to be used as "long-term research material."

With the capture of the two Ninth Level creatures, this farce that began with defection and ended with their capture finally came to a close.

The remnants of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms, leaderless with their top-level decimated, either surrendered, scattered, or were divided as spoils.

Unfortunately, when summoning the Chaos God, all the planes and population held by the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms were sacrificed, so aside from these remnants, there was virtually no other gain.

Fortunately, the value of the two Ninth Level creatures was enough to make up for it.

Afterwards, the Wizard Civilization of the parallel worlds was officially incorporated into the Wizard Alliance’s territory.

The process was exceptionally smooth, with absolutely no protest or resistance.

The veterans who had survived several apocalyptic wars were completely submissive when they saw the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms’ leader tied up like a zongzi.

Join if you can’t beat them; this was the simplest truth they learned from blood and fire.

Moreover, life after joining was a thousand times better than when they were independent.

Afterwards, when signing the treaty, the Dueling Arena was no longer needed.

Those Wizards of the parallel worlds, after witnessing the whole process of Eighth Level fighting Ninth Level, and Ninth Level being dragged away like a zongzi, completely changed their attitude.

They started to actively seek their twins, actively request to sign the treaty, actively ask for knowledge and resources.

As for those Wizards who signed the treaty first, they had already reaped its benefits.

A Fifth Level Wizard from the parallel world, upon obtaining the complete knowledge system provided by his twin, broke through his bottleneck on the spot and advanced to Sixth Level.

He stood in the void, feeling the surging Energy inside him, crying like a child.

His twin stood beside him, patting his shoulder. This kind of scene played out every day after the war.

And in this environment, the "gathering" has reached its final stage.

The Central Square of the Core Plane of the original parallel world Wizard Civilization was crowded with people.

The high-level Wizard representatives of the four major forces stood on a high platform, smilingly watching the dense crowd below.

At the forefront of the crowd, Jeming and David stood side by side, their faces showing a mix of tension and expectation, and a hint of confusion.

Below the platform, a vast number of Wizards were watching.

Including those from the four major forces and those from the parallel worlds.

The Wizards from the parallel worlds looked at the two young figures on the platform, their eyes full of complexity.

It was these two who brought about this war, and then this war ended in a way they never expected.

To say they are meritorious is indeed true.

To say they are misfortunes seems also accurate.

A Sixth Level Wizard stood at the edge of the high platform, holding a long list, cleared his throat, and his voice spread throughout the entire square through the Amplification Array: "By the joint evaluation of the four forces, the following rewards are given to those who made special contributions to this war..."

The square instantly fell silent.

"David. As one of the promoters of the discovery of parallel worlds, and for your brave performance in the defense battle, you are awarded one hundred and twenty billion points of High Level Military Merits. Additionally, you are permitted to select ten planes from the planes held by the parallel world Wizard Civilization for ownership. The four major forces promise to assist with plane fusion if those selected were originally owned."

A gasp of shock spread through the square.

One hundred and twenty billion High Level Military Merits, ownership of ten planes...

The combined value of these two rewards already exceeded the entire wealth of many Seventh Level Wizards not good at making money.

Someone instinctively looked at David, wanting to see the young man’s reaction.

David did not disappoint others with his reaction.

He stood on the platform, with a blank expression, mouth slightly open, like a fish washed ashore.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

His mentor stood below, smiling so broadly that his eyes formed into slits.

"Jeming." The Sixth Level Wizard continued to read, his voice raised a few degrees, "As one of the promoters of the discovery of parallel worlds and considering his earlier discovery of the intentions of illegal Wizards, you are awarded one hundred and fifty billion points of High Level Military Merits."

The gasps from the square grew louder.

One hundred and fifty billion, thirty billion more than David.

"Additionally, you are permitted to select ten planes from the planes held by the parallel world Wizard Civilization for ownership. The four major forces promise to assist with plane fusion if those selected were originally owned."

Jeming’s expression was hardly better than David’s.

He instinctively looked at Clark, who stood below, nodded expressionlessly as if saying "Not bad."

Jeming withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and tried to make his expression appear more calm.

Ten planes...

It might seem like he already owned a plane now, but in reality, it was a special benefit given by Nolun Workshop at the time.

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