Benjamin wasted no time.
The moment he left the virtual space, he immediately opened a mental link and transmitted his discovery—the Information Beings' plan to use the contract's backlash to wipe out the Expeditionary Force—to every high-level wizard present through spiritual power.
"What?!"
"Using the contract..."
"Damn it!"
"So that was their plan!"
Shocked mental ripples exploded through the crowd.
Martin's face turned ashen in an instant.
As a Level 8 Wizard, he understood the horror of that contract better than anyone.
It was a rule branded deep within every wizard's soul, personally established by a Level 9 Wizard and endorsed by all of Wizard Civilization.
Once the backlash was triggered, everyone present, himself included, would be stripped of their lives in an instant.
Even if he possessed methods of resurrection, he would never escape it.
For it was a judgment born of a Level 9 Wizard's power, one that would sever every possibility of resurrection.
Cold sweat slid down Martin's forehead.
It was not just Martin. The Level 7 Wizards and Level 6 Wizards around him had all gone pale.
Some instinctively took a step back. Others reached for their heads, as if trying to confirm whether that contract still existed within their souls, within their Spirit Seas.
The news quickly spread through the entire Expeditionary Force.
Then, every wizard who learned of it could not help feeling a lingering dread.
Or rather... fear!
And then, that fear transformed into boundless fury.
"Slaughter them!"
"Leave none alive!"
"Damn things!"
Countless roars rang out at once.
Gray flames, twisted information, raging elements—every kind of attack instantly gathered force, ready to pour down upon that dense mass of Information Beings.
Just then...
A vast voice suddenly resounded through the space.
It was exactly the same voice Benjamin had heard in the