Seven months later.
After enduring an attack by Ancient Dragon Knights and an elite metal robot legion, the incomparably vast wizard legions within the Space Fortresses had met them head-on. With support from nearby wizard legions, they had easily crushed the enemy.
Then they encountered a spacetime tide, a unique rule of the Ancient Dragon World.
Within a spacetime tide, the release of energy was completely prohibited. Otherwise, this world's special rules would be triggered by the energy, and one would be randomly teleported by chaotic spacetime to anywhere at an unpredictable distance.
The Combat Command shut down every energy application in the Space Fortresses and waited quietly for several days. Once the spacetime tide had passed, the eighteen Space Fortresses had still been displaced from their original coordinates by anywhere from several hundred li to tens of thousands of li—a rather dangerous situation.
If they had attempted to use energy to resist during the spacetime tide, they might have been randomly teleported to the Metal Continent at an unimaginably distant location...
They passed through several hundred battlefield ruins of varying sizes. Remnants of small-scale battlefields could be seen almost every day, while no fewer than ten could rival the massive battlefield they had first encountered.
The brutality of the fighting in this world was plain to see.
Thus, after seven months of perilous yet uneventful travel, they gazed at the more than two hundred blood-colored moons of the Space Fortresses hanging high in the sky and felt the faint oppressive air. Everyone knew that the mission's final destination was about to arrive: the Seven-Ring Holy Tower Frontline Base!
Faint cheers from Demon-Hunting Wizards and Arcane Wizards rose within the Space Fortresses.
After years of the Wizard's Will's unceasing incitement, these younger low-level wizards had come to regard throwing themselves