Chapter 302: Dreamscape

The high-altitude battlefield blazed with the radiant and deadly clash of laws, but the situation had already become clear.

The twelve sixth-rank wizards, with their exquisite mastery of laws and absolute control over the rhythm of battle, firmly suppressed the far more numerous seventh-rank powerhouses of the Giant Spirit Realm.

While victory was only a matter of time, the sudden appearance of a dozen new seventh-rank auras rapidly approaching from the distance added an unexpected variable to this clash of elite forces.

Dixon, who had been observing silently, shook his head slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with his subordinates’ “efficiency.”

No longer waiting, he slowly raised his right hand and pressed it downward toward the Giant Spirit Realm’s seventh-rank powerhouses, who were locked in a bitter struggle below, roaring with fury.

There was no earth-shaking energy eruption, no visible distortion of space from law manifestations.

Yet, the moment his palm descended, the dozens of seventh-rank Giant Spirit Realm powerhouses, embroiled in combat with the sixth-rank wizards, froze in unison!

The leader, housed within the most colossal mechanical giant—a battle-hardened veteran who had participated in dozens of planar conquests—suddenly felt the surrounding scene blur and twist violently!

The familiar metallic sky, the fiery explosions, the formidable enemies…

All faded in an instant, replaced by a bizarre world of indescribable colors and surreal phenomena.

“Is this… a mental attack? An illusion?” Alarm bells rang in the veteran’s mind. His vast experience immediately alerted him to the abnormality of his state.

He attempted to activate the mechanical puppet’s various anti-interference modules and soul-stabilizing devices, only to be horrified to find that all feedback indicated “normal.”

Yet his senses clearly told him he was in a completely alien environment!

How could this be possible?!

In his understanding, all illusion-based abilities had an energy ceiling. Affecting the soul perception of a powerhouse of the same rank was nearly impossible.

Unless…

Before he could piece it together, a distorted figure slowly coalesced from the chaos ahead, taking form—shockingly, it was another “him”!

Identical armor, identical weapons, even identical mental fluctuations!

“Petty tricks!” the veteran roared, driving the puppet to swing its sword.

Yet, as the blades clashed, an intensely real counterforce reverberated, causing the puppet’s transmission structure to groan under the strain!

“Not just an illusion?!” His heart jolted.

The tangible sensation, the authentic energy feedback—this completely defied his understanding of illusions.

Then, one after another, distorted shadows emerged from the chaos.

He recognized them—enemies he had personally slain throughout his long conquests, top-tier existences from different planes and civilizations!

Carrying the grudges and madness of their past lives, they surged toward him!

Feeling that familiar yet lethal threat, the veteran didn’t dare hold back, instinctively unleashing his full power, swinging his giant sword to meet them.

Each strike was heavy and forceful, each move fraught with peril.

It was as if he had returned to those grueling battlefields of old, facing enemies several times his number alone.

“No! I can’t be trapped here!” The shadow of death, long forgotten, loomed over him.

With a furious roar, he burned his life essence, trading it for a burst of power beyond his limits!

Crack…

Under the eruption of transcendent power, the bizarre world around him shattered like a mirror!

His soul felt a wave of relief, as if breaking free from invisible shackles, finally “returning” to reality.

Focusing his gaze, he saw the enemies opposite him seemingly suffering a backlash, their movements visibly sluggish, their auras chaotic.

“A chance!” The veteran’s heart surged with elation.

Seizing this rare opportunity, he drove the puppet into a streak of destructive light, its giant sword slashing with unyielding resolve toward the nearest sixth-rank wizard!

Splurch!

The sword flashed, and the wizard, seemingly too slow to react, had their head sent flying.

First kill!

And the first kill of an enemy powerhouse!

The veteran’s spirits soared. Pressing the advantage, his sword wove through the air, cutting down several other “wounded” wizards!

Following the mental traces left by the defeated wizards, he traced their “world coordinates.”

What followed was only natural.

Leading the Giant Spirit Realm’s armies, he launched an expedition to that “Wizard World.”

With the prestige earned from slaying powerful foes, he swept through unchallenged, easily subjugating that world.

There, he found countless rare, high-grade resources, his strength skyrocketing until he reached a level rivaling the great “Korg”!

After a series of “hard-fought” battles, he ultimately defeated “Korg,” becoming the new Lord of the Giant Spirit Realm!

With power in hand and all bowing before him…

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In the real world, high above.

Dixon gazed impassively at the dozens of colossal mechanical puppets below, frozen as if paused.

Their surface energy glow dimmed, their internal soul fluctuations turning calm and sluggish, even emitting faint, sleep-like energy snores.

He shook his head lightly, his tone carrying a trace of imperceptible disappointment. “Their resistance is surprisingly poor. Their soul barriers seem robust but are riddled with vulnerabilities and chasms of desire. Most couldn’t even break through the second layer of the dreamscape, and the strongest only struggled to the seventh…”

With a wave of his hand, he addressed the somewhat stunned Barsa and other sixth-rank wizards. “Seal them. These specimens are of no use to me. They’re yours.”

The sixth-rank wizards immediately stepped forward gratefully, skillfully casting various binding witchcraft to thoroughly seal the Giant Spirit Realm’s seventh-rank powerhouses, who were lost in their blissful dreams, powerless to resist.

With the high-tier threat resolved and the remaining enemies yet to arrive, Dixon’s gaze turned to the Giant Spirit Realm’s land below.

His brows furrowed slightly.

As the high-altitude battle settled, a sudden anomaly erupted in the vast metallic city below and across the broader battlefield!

As if surging from the earth or materializing from the void, countless new enemies—equal in number to the previous legions—abruptly appeared on the flanks and rear of the wizard legions, who were busy mopping up remnants and securing their positions!

These new enemies were even stranger in form: some resembled flowing liquid metal, others were translucent energy beings.

Most were elite mechanical units cloaked in optical camouflage, having lain in ambush until now.

The moment they appeared, they launched a ferocious surprise attack on the unprepared wizards!

In an instant, the wizard ground forces, which had just gained the upper hand, were plunged into sudden chaos.

Explosions, the roar of witchcraft, and the screech of tearing metal once again echoed through the steel jungle.

Dixon’s eyes grew cold. It seemed this landing battle was far from over.