The crimson glow of the alarm still flickers above the camp, but the atmosphere inside the research center has already changed.
After the initial shock, Jeming and several Logistics Departnt Wizards in the sa group exchanged glances, surprisingly seeing the sa gleam in each other’s eyes.
It was... an excited look!
"Total attack? Full-scale assault?" Alison, who was decoding the main attack pheromone, licked her lips and quickly operated the Rune terminal in front of her, "This is great! We were worried that the behavioral data of high-tier living samples wasn’t comprehensive enough! Such large-scale collective actions, the load pattern of the pheromone network, the command hierarchy’s adaptability under extre pressure, and the coordination chanism among Eighth Level individuals... all are valuable data!"
"And the energy flow!" Another Warlock focused on the Reaper Race Joint Casting Array excitedly brought up the monitoring interface, "Trillions of individuals simultaneously mobilizing Extraordinary Power, even if most are Low Tier, the tidal environnt elent and law disturbances they trigger are definitely worth recording! Maybe we can deduce from it their binding thod with Plane energy on a deeper level!"
Jeming also very much agreed with the thoughts of his companions around him.
Their research had indeed hit a bottleneck recently.
Eighth Level samples were precious, but in the research sequence, they were actually just a relatively precious single "special" sample.
To truly understand the secrets of a civilization, especially its relationship with a grand phenonon like Ti Reversal, simply studying a particular special individual doesn’t have much significance — unless the Ti Reversal phenonon itself is caused by a special individual.
However, from the existing research, the possibility of Ti Reversal being caused by a specific individual of the Reaper Race is very low.
So now this ultimate full-scale attack, wagering the survival of civilization, is the best observation window.
"Backup all ongoing research data! Encapsulate all incomplete analysis reports! Finish within three minutes!" As a special technical advisor, Jeming took over the command at the scene without hesitation, "Bring all portable monitoring devices, energy scanning arrays, pheromone capture terminals, Law fluctuation recorders... everything! We’re heading to the frontline!"
No hesitation, no questioning.
Everyone present pursued knowledge to their core.
Almost at the mont Jeming’s words fell, dense Rune activation sounds and chanical operation sounds echoed in the laboratory.
Data streams were quickly compressed and sealed into crystals, delicate monitoring instrunts unlocked from fixed bases, lifted by Wizards with suspension spells.
Jeming’s Spiritual Power swept across his console, instantly backed up several preliminary analysis reports about the Eighth Level samples’ shell Ti Law residue, and stored the crystal in the specially designated "Ergency Archive Area" within his Inner Grotto Heaven.
Then he, along with other Wizards, suspended dozens of instrunts of various sizes and dashed out of the laboratory, heading straight out of the camp.
Upon reaching the frontline, ascending to the designated observation area above the Wizard Legion’s main array, despite being ntally prepared, Jeming was still stunned by the scene before his eyes and montarily held his breath.
The Reincarnation Plane is constructed with a spherical sky and flat land, offering extrely wide views.
At this mont, on the distant horizon within sight, a "line" is slowly rising.
That isn’t a line.
That’s a wall.
A wall composed of countless writhing black dots, reaching the clouds above, stretching endlessly left and right, purely ford by life forms stacking into a massive black wall.
It slowly yet irresistibly moves forward, swallowing all gaps between the earth and sky.
Trillions of entities at this mont converted into the most direct visual impact — that’s completely a moving landmass, a living disaster.
The low hum ford by the vibrating insect wings is faintly audible even from thousands of kiloters away, a frequency sufficient to trigger resonance across the land.
A faint scent, belonging to the friction of millions of shells and a mix of special pheromones, begins to perate the air.
However, this suffocating oppression only lasted for a mont.
Jeming’s gaze quickly returned to calm.
His Spiritual Power coordinated with the newly erected Super Long-range Energy Scanner to promptly analyze the black ocean.
"Target quantity confird... energy reaction intensity statistics..." he murmured softly, fingers swiftly sketching Runes on the Record Crystal, "The vast majority are First Level to Second Level Life reactions, Third Level and above account for less than three-tenths of a percent... structure loose, lacking efficient collaborative energy Links... it’s rely a simple accumulation of numbers."
Fear arose from the unknown, and when the unknown is dissected by data, what remains is only research value.
Commander Frost evidently shares their mindset.
Around the observation area, the Wizard Legion was already fully prepared.
"Execute according to ’Observation Plan — Three’." Frost’s calm voice transmitted through the Spiritual Power command network, "Permitted use of all unlocked targeted strike ans. Record the data your research groups desire."
Orders were issued.
The war, or rather, a massive scale live experint, began.
The initial assault did not co from the Wizards themselves, but from the specialized, bio-modified cannon fodder legions specifically targeting the Reaper Race’s shells and physiological vulnerabilities.
Like a silver tide, the modified canine swarm was the first to charge, their mouths spewing "Crystal Disintegration Waves" that triggered specific elent resonance in Reaper Race shells, their claws also carried special vibration frequencies.
The Reaper Race struck, their sturdy shells rapidly crystallized and cracked internally, like weathered rocks.
Following closely were the countless flying units deploying Gene Bombs.
These bombs burst in mid-air, releasing a nano-cloud that overloading interfered with Reaper Race pheromone receptors.
Small chaotic areas imdiately appeared in the black insect swarm, individuals crashing into each other, even blindly attacking their surroundings’ kind.
Next, it was the wizards themselves who cast the highly optimized and iterative witchcraft spells.
The "Frequency Contamination Field" expanded, distorting all pheromone signals within its range, throwing the insect swarm’s command system into paralysis.
The "Compound Eye Overload Flash" erupted repeatedly within the enemy ranks, the blinding light throwing vast numbers of the Reaper Race into blindness and chaos.
The "Mass Acid Resistance Reversal Curse" silently took effect, causing the acid spewed by the Reaper Race to corrode their own carapaces...
A trillion-strong army?
In front of the custom-tailored death package, they were rely data points waiting to be harvested individually.
A black giant wall began to collapse the instant it touched the silver and energy tide.
Black disappeared in large swathes as if erased by an invisible rubber.
Broken carapaces, splattered bodily fluids, and escaping energy resembled a black avalanche, but the advancing speed was forcefully halted and then reversed.
Jeming and all the logistics wizards were far too absorbed to marvel at the victory, their entire focus was on the myriad monitoring instrunts before them.
The energy fluctuation graphs rolled swiftly, recording the energy ripples released upon the deaths of countless individuals and the subtle resonance with the plane’s fundantal law.
The pheromone capture terminal flashed red, trying desperately to extract chemical signals representing desperation, chaos, final orders, and even collapse amidst the battlefield’s chaotic energy turbulence.
The macroscopic law scanning array was firmly locked onto the center of the battlefield, particularly focusing on the location of the three eighth-level Reaper Race leaders, monitoring for any hint of extraordinary space-ti disturbance that might occur.
"Elent tide readings are abnormal! Elent sedintation speed in the coordinates (734, 291) area is 17% faster than model predictions!"
"A high-intensity, high-compression ’Termination Command’ broadcast has appeared in the core frequency band of the pheromone network! Attempting to decode!"
"Attention! Energy reactions of the eighth-level targets are showing collaborative fluctuations! Suspected of activating so sort of joint chanism!"
On the observation platform, the alert sounds and wizards’ reports rang out one after another, tense yet orderly.
Everyone was like clockwork, eyes fixed on the screen, spiritual power swiftly operating or recording.
Jeming’s task was to compile the record crystals of the key data nodes.
He shuttled between various instrunts, and each ti a set of critical data was completely captured and sealed, he quickly grabbed the corresponding crystal and sent it into his Inner Grotto Heaven.
Inside the Grotto Heaven, a new crystal mountain labeled "Fourth Cycle—General Assault Observation" was rapidly being built.
Ti flew by amidst the slaughter and data collection.
Finally, the wizard responsible for dynamic monitoring of the global biological numbers issued an urgent alert: "Warning! The surviving number of Reaper Race on the battlefield has dropped to the preset ’Reincarnation Trigger Warning Line’! The possibility of ti looping is rapidly increasing! I repeat, the possibility is rapidly increasing!"
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere on the observation platform beca even hotter rather than panicked.
"All instrunts, switch to highest frequency sampling! Don’t worry about wear!"
"Focus on the eighth-level targets! Record their last monts of energy release patterns and the law interactions!"
"Pheromone network! Capture the overall signal structure of the last mont before collapse!"
The wizards roared, pushing the power of the instrunts to the extre, even at the cost of shortening so equipnt’s lifespan.
They wanted to extract the very last shred of valuable data before the "experint" was forcibly reset.
Jeming’s speed in collecting the crystals reached its peak, his entire body almost transforming into a phantom.
His Inner Grotto Heaven was running at full force, ensuring every crystal carrying precious data was safely delivered.
At that mont...
The pull originating from the world’s foundation descended without warning.
The fibers of ti and space were plucked again by an invisible hand, and all things began to slide towards the origin point.
"Here it cos!" Warning bells rang in Jeming’s heart.
In the last mont as his consciousness was forcibly stripped away and his vision began to blur and distort, his response was quick to the extre.
Spiritual power swept explosively across the entire observation platform, the entrance to his Inner Grotto Heaven expanding to its limit.
Collect!
All operating monitoring instrunts, yet-to-be-collected record crystals, even including the crystal panels being engraved by the nearby wizard...
Everything related to the research on the platform, entities that might carry information from this cycle, was forcibly absorbed into his Inner Grotto Heaven in that flash.
Buzz...
The world fell into pure white, followed by a void of darkness.
The fifth reincarnation cycle began.
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