Low Dimensional Game

In Wizard City, everyone was panicked and angry. In the streets and alleyways, groups of people stood together reading newspapers and discussing what was going on. Everyone was stirred up. Information about the Battle of Bitwall was broadcast over the channels on the magic radio.

“The Mythical Powers have fallen, the Floating-Space Tower was crushed onto the Thunder Bitwall!”

“16 million soldiers are trapped in the Thunder Bitwall and are in desperate straits!”

“The Star Kingdom descended, the Divine Kingdom now occupies Thunder Bitwall, and their opposition was completely defeated!”

All over the news were slogans that aroused panic and fear in the public. Some newspapers and other sources of media spread the news in a tactful way, but it didn’t change the fact that they had lost the war.

As the news of the loss spread, hundreds of wizards in white robes and five Masters of the Towers were holding an emergency meeting in a Wizard Tower in the sky. Although Amir, the Master of Frost Tower, had lost the Thunder Bitwall in the war, he wasn’t condemned for the loss. He was sitting on the last seat in the meeting hall feeling great desperation.

There was a lot of hubbub over the meeting, but the formerly raucous and radical wizard factions were all silent at that moment. The wizards who had been passive about the war now blamed the loss on those who had initiated the war in the first place. The goblins and dwarfs who had suffered enormous losses were roaring angrily in their seats.

The whole wizard conference was a mess and all the different wizard factions were fighting. Several mythical wizards were silently sitting at the head table, but no one dared to speak and no one dared to make a decision.

Catherine, who had been sitting in the middle of the Masters of Towers, stood up. All the wizard factions, elemental wizards, alchemy warlocks, fairies, and goblins who had been standing up before that sat down in an instant. As the oldest mythical wizard, Catherine’s strength had reached a level that ordinary mythical wizards could scarcely imagine. Her Wizard Tower was also one of the largest and strongest of all the other towers.

Everyone looked at Catherine and waited for her decision. Catherine looked down at the crowd of members seated in the lobby. “The Thunder Bitwall can be abandoned, but 16 million people cannot! We can’t let the soldiers who were stranded after a fierce battle or their families suffer this way.”

Catherine sat down. Cook Bay, the Master of the Mechanical Clock Tower, stood up and spoke on Catherine’s behalf. He waved and projected the Thunder Bitwall on a screen as he explained their detailed plan.

“Most of our soldiers and the soldiers of the Arcane Kingdom were expelled to the vast plains of the Bloody Stone Forest. All other areas were occupied and the only accessible portal had been destroyed. The Divine Kingdom had blocked the openings of the other portals. Our people were completely surrounded by enemies and left in despair. Their home is in the distant, unimaginable depths of the Astral World.”

“Most of the remaining 16 million people are trapped here. The remaining half are scattered elsewhere. Our goal is to rescue the people trapped in the Bloody Stone Forest. At the same time, we have the support of the Arcane Kingdom. They’ll join us in welcoming our heroes back.”

“What we need to do is to use all our strength to break through the blockade and get access to the Thunder Bitwall. Then Miss Catherine, the Master of the Tower and the Queen of the Arcane Kingdom, will step in and stabilize the passageway for us while blocking any counter-attacks.”

After Cook Bay had worked out the overall plan, the members of the Warfare Department of the Wizard Alliance immediately issued an order. Although the mission for the Thunder Bitwall had failed, the war wasn’t over yet. Rescuing the soldiers trapped in the Thunder Bitwall would be their last battle.

The giant Ancient Tree of Fairies traveled on the surface of the sea. Its thick and dense roots were tangled, forming two thighs. It ran like a man on the sea, dashed across its surface and splashing the water. That was Muriel’s Ancient Tree of Fairies. In its branches were houses connected to the natural tree holes and stairs inside the trees. Inside, there lived her fairy citizens.

Muriel was sitting in the treehouse at the very top. As the Tree Tower ran along, the whole treehouse shook. All her furniture was fixed to the floor for that reason. She was sitting in her chair and looking at the latest newspaper.

“Wow! Such a miserable loss. They spent so much money and nothing was earned! Those da*n businessmen who took this opportunity to make a fortune from their country’s misfortune should be shot to death. If they were to give me that much money, I can even buy my own country!”

Muriel bitterly rebuked those businessmen, all the while deeply regretting not becoming a businesswoman of the same trade. She could have been an arms dealer! In the face of those who had made a fortune, she was envious.

Muriel had received a war order from the Arcane Kingdom. They had ordered that all the remaining key forces in the Arcane System, including the Ancient War Trees, the Ancient Trees of Fairies, the Arcane Ancient Trees, and the Ancient Trees of Life must go to Fhartasil’s Fairyland through any portal controlled by the Arcane Kingdom before June 8th.

The Arcane Kingdom needed to use their power to form the largest arcane territory ever. Their plan was to break through the blockade and open the door to the Thunder Bitwall. At the same time, they would form boundaries to protect the transmission node and build new portals to bring back the soldiers trapped in the Thunder Bitwall.

Muriel had not returned after her first trip to Fhartasil’s Fairyland. Occasionally, she did recall the elegance of the Elf Queen, Wendy.

“Ah! It must be great to be a queen! Everything in the Arcane Kingdom is hers. She has infinite money that can never run out!” Muriel had a longing look on her face.

Ancient Trees of Fairies crossed the sea and arrived at the port of the Sylve Continent. As the moving castles in the sky swept overhead confirming their identity information, a passageway was cleared immediately above the town square. A portal was selected and opened for them.

Muriel stood on the trunk of the tree with her badge and the permit signed by the Arcane Kingdom. The giant Ancient Trees of Fairies took Muriel through the portal in the town square and she arrived at Fhartasil’s Fairyland.

“Wow! This is huge! This must be the World of Titan… No, it’s the new Fhartasil’s Fairyland!”

When Muriel crossed the border, she was immediately shocked by the enormity of the world. Unlike the last time she had come here, Fhartasil’s Fairyland was now, fully integrated into World of Titan and had merged with the two Mythical Arcanists’ Arcane Fairylands, including the one belonging to Mientte Ambrose.

The three Fairyland Cities were in the center of the World of Titan. In the distance, the vast ocean was visible. The plants in the fairyland had blended with a large number of special plants from the original World of Titan. The colorful grassland dyed the ground into a picture scroll. Strange flowers and mushrooms added to the original Fairyland City, a tinge and flavor to the colorful garden that was beautiful and dreamlike.

At the same time, many birds, animals, flowers, and insects brought from the Starsoul World had also undergone special changes in that strange half-bitwall. Transformed from their original monotonous color into vibrant hues, all kinds of colorful beasts and horses were running around everywhere!

The Fairyland City that Muriel had come to was the main city of Sylve, where thousands of ancient trees and high-level professionals had also arrived. In the center of the city was an Arcane Ancient Tree that soared into the clouds, its whole body made of crystals. Three enormous Mythical Shadows condensed under the Arcane Ancient Tree as it activated the power and network of Fhartasil’s Fairyland. Colorful ribbons and lights connected it to everyone’s Ancient Trees, including Muriel’s Fairy Tree Tower.

The tallest of the Mythical Shadows in the center opened its mouth and said, “I need to use the strength of each one of you to work together to rescue my fellow citizens who are trapped in the Thunder Bitwall!”

At that time, a vague and illusory feminine shadow seemed to be forming out of faint clouds and condensed wind. Its appearance was accompanied by the emergence of stars. When everyone saw that, they knew that she was the founder of the Arcane System and the Arcane Kingdom. She was the one who brought them to the peak. Emperor of the Arcane Kingdom – Her Majesty, Wendy!

After that statement was made, all the arcanists in the city were stirred up and began roaring angrily. The enormous lights of arcane magic poured out violently and merged together. The huge Arcane Ancient Tree gathered a brilliant white light behind it. The brilliance diffused and a door opened. The huge portal darted directly into the clouds, bigger than anyone could have imagined.

In the white brilliance, they seemed to be able to see the projection of another world. At that moment, a huge force bombarded the portal. The huge pressure and light of the Holy Spirit penetrated in from another bitwall and the whole Arcane System was nearly instantly destroyed by the collision.

At the same time, three arcanists stabilized the portal. Crowds of space arcanists crossed the portal and went to another bitwall to establish a stable transmission node. In Wizard City, the same situation was happening. Several Floating-Space Towers were connected and opened up the space channel, resisting the shock and resistance from the Realm of the Gods.

Muriel felt that her power was constantly being drawn out and that the whole of Fhartasil’s Fairyland was surging with the power of their combined arcane magic. The huge amount of power sustained the process without any interruption. At last, she saw a batch of soldiers stepping out of the portal.

They were bathed in blood. Many of them carried stretchers with wounded people on them, helping each other out. Many tough professionals wailed. Everyone’s anti-demon armor was broken. Many battered and scrapped magic crystal tanks, steam locomotives, and steam trucks drove out. There were burn marks and black ash all over them.

Several sky fortresses and mobile strongholds which were still on fire burst in through the portal, landing askew in Fhartasil’s Fairyland. The airships rushed into the portal with a series of battle airships, each one was overloaded. They had abandoned all their weapons, ammunition, and other articles in order to carry back the dead and wounded.

The cruel scene was contrasted by the beautiful Fhartasil’s Fairyland. Not only were the arcanists saved, but also the Wizards of the Wizard Alliance and the mana-guru legions.

Many soldiers started crying the first moment they entered the beautiful Fhartasil’s Fairyland.

Fhartasil’s Fairyland provided doctors and arcanists who surrounded the wounded soldiers, helping them and delivering food. The seemingly endless influx of soldiers occupied the whole land. Muriel was struck dumb by the horrible scene. She had initially thought only of making a fortune out of the war.

In the sky of the Thunder Bitwall, Rode was in the vast Star Kingdom. He was assimilating and seizing the control of the Thunder Bitwall with all his strength. The Realm of the Gods was constantly eroding and spreading into the Thunder Bitwall. He could feel that the authority of the world was gradually falling into his hands and that his every move could adjust and slightly modify the rules of that bitwall.

Rode’s eyes penetrated tens of millions of miles and saw the remnants of the Wizard Alliance and the Arcane Kingdom. They had scrambled away and fled from the Thunder Bitwall. He only attacked once and didn’t continue on his attacks thereafter. He didn’t want to exterminate everyone.

Rode knew a little about the origins of the Wizard Alliance and the Arcane Kingdom. He had a half-human lineage and a half-elf lineage, so he didn’t look at any of them as foreigners, he just wanted them to surrender. The legions of the Divine Kingdom were still on a killing spree and they were madly seeking revenge for their old grudge.

“Forget it, let them go! The war… has ended!”

Rode sat on the divine throne, closed his eyes, and took full control of the Thunder Bitwall. That half-bitwall was the most important harvest in that war.