The Ultimate Power of Destruction

Dionysius Spencer stood on the observation platform in the command room, gazing at the scattered lights of enemy camps on the distant horizon. He spoke calmly. "Begin."

His voice was not loud, yet through the spell arrays spread throughout the camp, it reached every wizard's ears with perfect clarity.

There was no impassioned pre-battle mobilization, no stirring slogans.

Only one word.

But everyone understood the weight of that word.

Defensive lines composed of cannon fodder units—Elemental creatures, constructs, summons, and the like—poured from the camp like a tide, spreading layer upon layer along the outermost perimeter.

Under the wizards' commands, they silently formed ranks, guarding against an assault that could come at any moment.

Within the camp, every wizard had taken their position inside the fortresses.

From Level 3 Wizards to elite Level 6 Wizards, from the Logistics Department to the Combat Department, regardless of their usual specialization, each now had a palm-sized miniature transmission array engraved with intricate patterns before them.

These were the Mental Power Supply Nodes of the Super-Wide Area Transmutation Array.

"Begin transmission."

With the second order from the command room, the entire camp lit up.

It was the pale blue radiance visible to the naked eye, triggered as countless streams of mental power surged into the arrays and excessive energy gathered together.

A Level 5 Wizard closed his eyes and pressed both hands against the transmission array, allowing his mental power to pour out like floodwaters released from a dam.

Even those wizards who had yet to fully recover gritted their teeth within nutrient pods, pouring every last shred of their remaining strength into the arrays.

At that same moment, the entire plane moved.

Viewed from high above, this barren, abandoned plane—its ash-white plains, jagged mountain ranges, dried riverbeds, and deathly silent basins—lit up with