Benjamin stood at the edge of the barrier surrounding the camp, his hands constantly sweeping through the air.
Twisted gray beams shot from his fingertips, striking with precision the Information Beings that the high-level wizards had isolated and surrounded with Information Weaving.
Spell: Pain Glitch.
Every time a gray beam struck, an Information Being's outer energy layer convulsed violently, its core information fluctuated madly, and then... collapsed. Blue Entropy Brains precipitated from the dispersing clusters of light and were collected by wizards waiting nearby.
The wizards had practically turned the process from killing to collecting Entropy Brains into an assembly line, with astonishing efficiency.
But Benjamin soon noticed something was wrong.
"These things... are getting harder to deal with."
He frowned, staring at an Information Being struggling in the distance.
That Information Being had just been struck by an Information Plague cast by a high-level wizard, yet it had not crashed immediately as the previous ones had.
Although it was ultimately crushed by the attacks that followed, its resistance was completely unlike before.
"They've evolved isolation measures."
A Level 7 Wizard beside him spoke.
While maintaining the Information Weaving, the powerful wizard said grimly, "Based on the analysis, these things are probably screening all incoming information. The effects of those Information Plague spells have clearly weakened."
Benjamin nodded in understanding.
The adaptability of Information Beings was simply too strong.
How long had it been since the last viral outbreak?
They had already evolved defensive mechanisms specifically to counter it.
If they wanted to infect them with the same Information Plague again, they would need to develop entirely new variants. Otherwise, it would be difficult to achieve any effect.
"However..."
Benjamin looked at the Information Beings being isolated and surrounded, a faint smile curling his lips.
Though they now had firewalls,