Chapter 189: Chapter 175: Tortoise Shell and Spoils of War

Viola, who was currently entangled with the Fourth Level Magma Giant leader, caught a glimpse of Jeming being completely submerged by concentrated firepower, and her heart tightened.

She even saw several Low Level Combat Wizards forcefully retreating, fearing being implicated by Jeming’s “Suicide Truck” maneuver.

However, Viola quickly sensed something unusual, and her worried expression involuntarily turned to astonishment.

Because Viola noticed that the Magma Giants on the field were still in distress, indicating that the high-frequency sound waves released by Jeming had not ceased.

“How could he still be alive?!” Some wizards also noticed this and couldn’t help but exclaim loudly.

As the smoke in the air cleared, Jeming’s figure slowly emerged, and everyone finally saw that at some point, his body was covered with an Energy Shield.

Although the Energy Shield was flickering unsteadily, Jeming himself was intact, without any damage at all.

Seeing Jeming’s condition, the wizards were more shocked than the Magma Giants.

They could clearly sense that the shield around Jeming was merely a First Level Energy Shield. Even though he had laid other layers of Protective Magic around his body, how could mere three or four layers of First Level Witchcraft withstand so many attacks?!

There was no time for the wizards to ponder the reasoning because, seeing their attacks fail, the Magma Giants launched another round of assaults without hesitation.

But amidst the firelight and earth spikes filling the sky, the shield lights around Jeming kept flickering, never ceasing!

A bracelet embedded with defensive Talisman Witchcraft covered Jeming’s right wrist at some point.

Each time an attack neared him, the runes at the base of the Talisman Witchcraft would flash rapidly, and the Protective Magic—be it Elemental Shield, Force Field Barrier, or Atmospheric Distortion—would collectively be released layer by layer from Jeming’s body, blocking all attacks!

Each layer of shield didn’t last long, often shattering after withstanding the impact of dozens of magma bombs.

But the speed at which Jeming’s Talisman Witchcraft on his right wrist released Defense Magic was faster than the breaking speed of the Witchcraft!

The old shield shattered and a new one immediately materialized out of thin air, endlessly overlapping, with lights flowing through them.

Jeming thus floated in midair, engulfed by the shadows of magma bombs and earth spikes, but his figure remained unmoved, weathering the damage like a rock.

“This kid… really has some skills.”

Viola’s worry instantly turned into boundless joy and amazement. She had never seen a wizard fight in such an outrageous way!

Now that Jeming’s safety was confirmed, she no longer hesitated, turning to unleash her power and hold the Fourth Level Magma Giant firmly.

Not just Viola, but several other Second Level Wizards entangled with the Third Level Magma Giants also exerted themselves to completely draw their opponents’ attention, preventing them from participating in the siege on Jeming.

The wizards understood very well that Jeming’s individual contribution far exceeded that of all other Low Level Wizards combined.

With his assistance in suppression, victory was only a matter of time, so it’s crucial not to let Magma Giants above a certain strength disrupt him.

On Jeming’s side, facing the endless, overwhelming onslaught, he didn’t even have the intention to dodge.

He completely gave up agility, standing firm in the sky, attracting all the hatred from the Magma Giants present.

Meanwhile, he constantly released large-scale high-frequency sound waves to effectively suppress the enemies for the other wizards.

He also attracted the vast majority of the Magma Giants’ firepower, directing their attacks to himself, the “punching bag.”

With Jeming helping with suppression here and attracting most of the firepower, the other wizards instantly felt the pressure lighten!

Moreover, under the suppression of the large-scale sound waves, the Second and First Level Magma Giants became sluggish in their movements and rigid in defense, almost like “sitting ducks.”

The Combat Wizards immediately seized this opportunity, pouring out witchcraft, efficiency soaring, swiftly clearing those enemies restrained by Jeming!

In just over ten minutes, this massive retreating force of Magma Giants was completely routed with Jeming’s assistance and firepower attraction.

Except for the Fourth Level Magma Giant leader, still being grappled by Viola, and a few who fled upon realizing the unfavorable situation, the other thousands of Magma Giants were either killed or successfully captured by the wizards.

When the battle finally settled, Viola, after exhausting most of her Spiritual Power, finally heavily injured and suppressed the Fourth Level Magma Giant leader.

But after the battle concluded, none of the wizards first looked at Viola. Their gazes instinctively concentrated in midair.

In the swirling dust and elemental aftershocks, Jeming remained quietly suspended, his body surrounded by a flickering glow from the rune shield.

They watched as Jeming raised his wrist, and the defensive talisman witchcraft on it finally calmed, no longer flashing frequently.

Jeming’s figure was no longer shrouded in witchcraft light. He appeared somewhat fatigued, but excitement gleamed in his eyes.

All the wizards looked at Jeming with eyes full of incredulous shock!

Though the number of magma giants Jeming killed and captured wasn’t large, every wizard knew who the biggest contributor to this battle was.

At this moment, what reflected in their eyes was pure awe and reverence for power.

The embers of battle had not fully dissipated, the odor of burnt lingers in the air, but the atmosphere among the wizard squad had shifted from tense combat to a relaxed victory.

Viola retracted the arcane glow around her and landed lightly beside Jeming.

She raised her hand, with a trace of residual rune electric light, and gave a strong pat on Jeming’s shoulder, protected by the shield and undamaged robe.

The force was unexpectedly strong, enough to reveal how shocked and impressed she truly was.

“Jeming, you sure… caught me by surprise.” Viola’s voice carried a hint of admiration even she hadn’t realized, as she looked at him with a complex gaze, as if seeing this junior for the first time.

“To actually achieve this, it might not be long before I can’t keep up with you…”

Jeming smiled faintly, shook his head, and the exhaustion on his face vanished: “It’s all thanks to having researched the magma giants a bit more beforehand, luckily it was of use.”

Viola’s eyes held even greater appreciation as she patted Jeming’s shoulder, signaling to assess the spoils: “Regardless, your performance today is enough to earn you considerable military merits. Alright, it’s time to distribute the spoils, we can talk later.”

The Wizard World’s dedication to rationality and order ensures even spoils distribution, a matter prone to disputes, is managed through a rigorous system.

The Magic Network Terminal Jeming received at registration not only serves to receive orders and contact companions but also functions as an authoritative system for automatically logging individual contributions.

The intensity of each wizard’s witchcraft, the number and level of enemies killed, evaluation of auxiliary effects, even the value of captured prisoners, are all automatically recognized by the Magic Net and converted into “merits.”

The division of spoils is based on these contribution data recorded by the Magic Network Terminal.

“This time, the Fourth Level Magma Giant leader, along with the several Third Level Magma Giants, should naturally belong to Master Viola and the few supporting Second Level Wizards,” reported a Second Level Wizard responsible for tallying the results, respectfully to Viola.

These high-tier captives and corpses, valuable even as raw materials, are particularly coveted given the unique qualities of the magma giants. Such level of magma giants is a dream source material for every wizard.

The distinction between Third and Fourth Level magma giants is of little concern; their current focus is on the allocation of the remaining numerous Second and First Level magma giants.

These living captives and intact corpses represent the most valuable hard currency on the battlefield for low-level wizards at this stage.

“Jeming’s contributions stand out, and according to merit ratio, he should receive the majority of the Second Level and some of the First Level magma giants.” Viola made the decision without hesitation.

With these words, although the lower-level wizards might feel a slight tinge of resentment, they showed no signs of disagreement.

After all, Jeming’s contributions were evident to all — that miraculous “humanoid fortress” style of assistance entitled him to rewards far beyond the ordinary in this battle.

More importantly, it was clear to all that he was unusually close to Viola, a Third Level Wizard, and even their conversation hinted at a peculiar familiarity.

With Viola’s deep-rooted background at Nolun Workshop, no one dared to covet Jeming’s merits at such a time and risk falling out of favor.

Thus, Jeming obtained the largest share of the spoils without hindrance, including over a dozen well-conditioned Second Level magma giants alive and a pile of First Level magma giant corpses for further study.

After Jeming stored his rightful spoils into his Space Expansion Bag, he noticed that the remaining wizards immediately began a lengthy argument over the distribution of the remaining Second and First Level magma giant captives and corpses.

“I just killed a Second Level Magma Giant, my battlefield contribution should be about 5% higher than his,” a First Level Wizard claimed.

“But I suppressed dozens of First Levels on the other side the whole time. My auxiliary contribution should translate into a larger share of captives!” Another Second Level Wizard retorted immediately, “My witchcraft consumption was also much greater than yours!”

“Bullshit! What kind of assistance?! If I hadn’t held the front, do you think you could have cast a second spell?!”

Though they refrained from physical conflict, the sharpness and mockery in their words, and the sparks in their eyes, already revealed their true emotions.

Their debate, which started with calculations of battlefield merits and spoil distribution, quickly escalated into mutual questioning and accusations regarding each other’s performance in battle, the atmosphere growing tense and rigid as the argument deepened.

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