Chapter 335: Little Tricks

Chapter 335 Little Tricks

With precise intelligence extracted from the purple symbiont’s soul, subsequent actions became much simpler.

Information from the creature’s soul allowed Black to quickly grasp this plane’s basic situation.

The plane’s overlords were two symbiotic species: one, colossal giant beasts of varied forms, providing near-infinite energy and physical carriers.

The other, the purple symbionts he eliminated—like external “brains” for the beasts, supplying “intelligence,” mainly creating and controlling omnipresent terror illusions and mental guidance.

Neither could function without the other, forming the plane’s unique ecology and defense system.

Giant beasts tiered clearly by age and size.

Black’s group had abysmal luck—crossing the spatial rift, they intruded directly into this region’s strongest beast’s routine hunting grounds, getting “caught in the jar” upon entry.

From symbiont memory fragments, Black not only learned this beast’s weaknesses but mapped approximate activity zones for all plane seventh-level and above beasts.

And most crucially—the exact coordinates of this plane’s mightiest eighth-level giant beast and its symbiont!

With the core cavity’s purple symbiont dead, the “processor” sustaining the beast’s illusion field instantly crashed.

In that instant, wizards previously immersed in blissful illusions inside the beast jolted awake like doused with ice water, staring in shock at the horrific environment and flesh tentacles enveloping them.

After brief chaos, survival instincts and high combat literacy rallied them swiftly.

They soon linked with wizards outside still fighting to rescue.

Coordinating inside-out, this now “brainless,” sluggish beast was soon torn apart and destroyed by enraged wizards from within!

Freed, Black immediately exchanged intelligence with others, piecing together the plane war’s full dilemma:

Giant beasts were massive targets—easy to locate.

The issue: their powerful illusion fields.

Without high-tier wizards personally leading and constantly shielding, ordinary wizard legions and alchemical cannon fodder lost combat ability upon entering range—mutual slaughter or illusion-feedback heavy injuries.

More troublesome: sensing mortal threat, beasts self-detonated; symbionts burned everything in final moments.

Releasing illusions turning “real” attacks, forming terror monster legions in wizards’ eyes, causing massive casualties.

Previous internal breach attempts failed; beast interiors had stronger illusions.

Core symbionts hid deeply, guarded by layered illusions and mental misdirection—impossible to pinpoint.

War stalemated.

High-tiers self-protected but couldn’t cover armies; mid-low-tiers entered as fodder; no symbiont location meant ineffective kills, risking forced self-detonation.

Most deterring: the plane hid an eighth-level beast!

If it detected invaders capable of destroying plane ecology, it might drag the entire plane to burial!

Learning all, Black hesitated no longer; via magic network terminal, he sent all key intel—including eighth-level beast coordinates—directly to the rear eighth-level wizard commander.

Instant receipt: in distant void headquarters, the closed-eye eighth-level wizard snapped open, eyes exploding with light!

“Excellent! Well done!”

No delay; terror will spanning half the plane locked the coordinates.

Next moment, indescribable might descended; laws forcibly twisted and fixed.

The deepest-hidden eighth-level beast and cunning symbiont—without even self-detonation thought—became mindless specimens under absolute power gap.

Losing apex suppression and unified threat perception, remaining beasts scattered.

War momentum instantly reversed.

Under multiple high-tier leads, wizard legions steamrolled.

Per Black’s intel, prioritizing precise symbiont strikes on seventh-level beasts, then clearing “brainless” bodies.

Combat efficiency soared over a hundredfold!

A hard bone projected centuries, heavy costs—under intel advantage, fully subdued in under a decade!

Smoothness left even Black feeling unreal.

As campaign hero below the victory ceremony podium, receiving the eighth-level commander’s personal staggering military merit and resource awards, deep inside surged another absurd notion:

‘All this… couldn’t be an elaborate illusion from start? Trapped since entry?’

The eighth-level seemed to pierce his lingering eye-doubt; in private audience, smiling playfully: “Kid, still doubting reality? I’ll teach a dangerous but effective little trick.”

Seeing Black’s confusion, he lowered voice: “Illusion manipulators also access victim-leaked info.”

“Based on this, try… softly reciting fragments of ninth-level lords’ true names or obscure law traits.”

“If you don’t die, either not in illusion, or releaser tiers high enough to resist ninth-level—near impossible. If you die… no sorrow; means long trapped, and in reality, some ninth-level already acted, erasing this daring plane and mastermind probing wizard civilization secrets.”

Black’s scalp tingled.

More than dangerous—insane!

Yet… damnably fitting wizards’ “absolute verification” logic.

After long hesitation, certainty craving overrode risk fear.

In an absolutely secure silent chamber, inaudibly, Black recited a widely known law code fragment of a Star Orbit Tribunal ninth-level wizard.

…Nothing happened.

No heavenly judgment, no soul tear; he clearly sensed normal elemental flows around.

Not illusion! All real!

Immense relief flooded; he exhaled long, as if shedding immense burden.

Then, Black’s gaze blazed.

He sharply raised left hand, staring tightly at the now ordinary-looking bracer—with only a thin final layer of golden liquid inside.

This thing!

This “Mind Barrier Bracer” crafted by second-level wizard Jie Ming, sold for five hundred thousand merits.

Not only saved his life but indirectly dictated a plane war’s course!

Having experienced its formidable effects firsthand, Black knew its value immeasurable in merits!

He subconsciously glanced at his massive merit rewards for key intel and outstanding performance—digits dizzying.

Stunned only a second.

Next, Black jolted like awakened, bolting from spot at top speed toward plane teleportation array, no time for familiar wizard farewells.

One thought blazed clear, urgent:

“Find Jie Ming! Must! Now! Buy more fluid Aging Gold from him! However much—take it all!”