Flinging Filth

Benjamin rushed out of the laboratory, and the sight before him made his pupils contract.

The entire ship Plane had descended into chaos.

The protective barrier in the sky flickered madly as if stricken with malaria—blindingly bright one moment, so dim it nearly vanished the next.

A piercing hum came from the direction of the large Elemental Pool in the distance. Its energy output fluctuated violently, warping the air around the pool itself. Worse still were the people.

Benjamin saw at least several dozen wizards collapsed on the ground.

Their eyes were blank, their pupils unfocused. They were still breathing, yet they showed no response to any outside stimulus... exactly like those Silent Ones from before. Other wizards anxiously tried to wake them beside them.

"They've been hit."

Benjamin instantly understood what had happened.

Among the wizards who had sent out cannon fodder units, someone had been counter-invaded through the connection and had their defenses breached.

Then, using that wizard as a springboard, the creatures from the Information Plane had begun attacking the core facilities of the entire ship Plane.

He looked up at the crack in the sky.

The pure white plane remained deathly silent, but Benjamin could sense something continuously pouring through from the other side.

"Quick! Stabilize the formation!"

An angry roar came from nearby.

Several formation masters in Wizard Robes desperately poured spiritual power into the rune formations on the ground, trying to stabilize the energy circuits that had already begun to fall into disorder.

But their expressions grew uglier and uglier.

"No! I just repaired this section, and that side collapsed again!"

"They're reading the runes faster than we can inscribe them!"

Benjamin could also see it clearly from the side. Every time those formation masters added a new rune to the ground, the invading