Wizard Lord:I can Extract Anything

"Cursed virus?" Richard felt a strange yet sensible feeling as he heard these seemingly unrelated words paired together.

"Cursed virus, just as I thought," Ivan said, clearly familiar with it, unlike Richard, who seemed puzzled.

"Ivan, what's a cursed virus? A virus with a curse?" Richard asked curiously.

Ivan looked at him, "Still pretending, huh? How can you not know about cursed viruses? It's something your alchemy school and the curse school came up with, combining curses with viruses to give a potent virus the spreading power of a curse, making it untreatable by conventional means. It's a strategic weapon aimed at creatures below the first tier."

It's well known that potent viruses, due to their significant lethality, usually have a limited spread, confined to specific areas. However, combined with curses, this changes.

In curse magic, there's a branch known as curse plagues. Curse plagues have minimal lethality but can spread through unexpected mediums.

For example, the cursed books in the Black Tower Wizard Academy are a type of curse plague. Students who open them are cursed, but if they remain unopened, the curse does nothing.

By combining potent viruses with curse plagues, the cursed virus was born.

Richard rubbed his brow, amazed at the wizards' creativity in certain areas.

"Why not make it stronger, targeting first-tier creatures?" Richard asked offhandedly.

"Hmm?" Ivan looked at Richard in surprise, "You really don't know about cursed viruses?"

"Of course not."

"The lethality of a cursed virus comes from the virus, not the curse. For first-tier creatures, these viruses have no effect.

In alchemical terms, it's like the cells are too strong for the virus to invade."

"Besides," Ivan added, "even if there was a virus that could kill first-tier creatures, the command wouldn't use it.

These first-tier creatures are valuable spoils, prime slaves. It would be a waste if they all died from disease.

The use of cursed viruses this time is due to dire circumstances, with no other options.

Even small insects hold value."

Richard shivered at Ivan's words.

Ivan's logic was cold: Grand wizards didn't care about wizard casualties, only whether the losses brought value.

...

Twelve hours later, an alchemical vehicle driven by logistics wizards arrived at War Fortress 352. Besides the much-needed cursed viruses, they also delivered 100,000 magic stones, alchemical potions for cannon maintenance, coolant for the cannons, and various spare metal parts.

After delivering the supplies, the logistics wizards returned to the Floating City Fortress in their vehicle.

It seemed the war was stable enough that logistics wizards weren't needed on the battlefield yet.

The cursed viruses were designed like arrows, with ten black crystal-tipped arrows neatly placed in a box.

Ivan went to the fortress's observation point, picked up an arrow, and mimed drawing a bow.

In an instant, threads of magic extended from Ivan's hand, forming a large magical bow.

Releasing the arrow, it shot into the insect swarm like a meteor, precisely hitting a retreating insect.

Ivan dusted his hands and left the observation point.

"That's it; those little insects are doomed."

Six hours after launching the viral arrow, deep within the insect hive:

"What's happening? Why are all our small insects sick?"

The moon-white silk-clad priest insect yelled, pointing at a small insect before him.

These cannon fodder insects looked identical to warrior insects. The insect before the priest was convulsing, coughing up green mucus.

If the priest hadn't stabilized it, this cannon fodder would have already perished.

The other insects remained silent. This phenomenon wasn't isolated. Across the entire frontline, similar situations were reported. The best-off teams lost half their cannon fodder, while others faced total annihilation.

"Priest, it's a disease," another priest insect said. "Those wizard monsters have used their evil methods to modify it, spreading it through undetectable means.

In truth, we are also infected. However, our constitution is much stronger than these little insects, so the disease doesn't manifest in us."

"How do we fix it?" the moon-white priest demanded. "I need a solution now!"

Another priest stepped forward, "Sir, the Mother Insect God's blessed water can temporarily cure the disease. But the wizards will keep using this method, and our holy water can't keep up with the infection rate."

"Can't keep up?"

The moon-white priest's tendrils lashed the air like a whip. "If we can't keep up, then attack! Use up all the holy water, send all the cannon fodder to the battlefield! All warrior and priest insects, follow!

If we lose this chance, the cost of breaching this line will multiply!"

...

The priests distributed the prepared holy water, warm and faintly glowing with golden light.

Cannon fodder insects took a sip, instantly revitalized, the disease vanishing like snow in sunlight.

The cured insects knelt, loudly praising the Mother Insect God's power.

As the last drop of holy water entered the cannon fodder's mouth, a low hum echoed from the hive.

This hum, though low, ignited excitement among all insects.

It was the horn of counterattack.

The day of reclaiming their land, their world, had come!

...

"Damn, why won't this attack end?" a white wizard cursed.

The insect harassment usually had intervals, with a few minutes between attacks.

But this time was different, the attack had persisted for nearly three hours, with insects surging towards the fortress like a relentless tide.

They moved like unfeeling machines, using flesh and blood to deplete the fortress's ammo reserves.

Richard stood between the magic stone cannons, continuously cooling them with spells. He sensed something was off; this could be the insects' all-out assault.

Suddenly, an exclamation rang out.

"There are first-tier insects! No, those are second-tier!"

Richard hurried to the cannon's firing point, peering outside.

A warrior insect weaved through the swarm, dodging fireball blasts, rapidly closing in on the fortress.

And it wasn't alone; more warrior insects emerged from the cannon fodder, nimbly evading the fireballs. Though not every shot was dodged, their presence diverted the cannons' firepower.

More insects, real or not, seized the chance to approach the fortress.

"Ignore them!" Richard shouted. "Other wizards will handle those insects. Focus the cannons for maximum effect!"

Meanwhile, the two Tesla Type V cannons finally roared to life.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning shot from a cannon, like divine retribution, reducing an insect to ash.

But the Tesla's recharge was too slow, unable to match the insects' approach.

"Ulysses, take care of those insects outside."

A shadow darted from the fortress, slicing through a warrior insect like lightning.

The insect froze, a crack forming in its forehead crystal, spreading until it shattered.

"Caw, insects! Try ambushing the great Ulysses again!" Ulysses taunted arrogantly.

With Ulysses's help, the situation stabilized temporarily.

But the wizards weren't celebrating.

Everyone knew the insects' main offensive had begun.

Soon, different insects appeared at the swarm's tail.

These insects were broad and flat, resembling platforms. They seemed familiar to Richard.

Weren't these the hive's transport insects? Just larger.

Why were these logistics insects on the battlefield?

Richard's expression shifted dramatically.

Insects were loading small Mother God cannons onto the large transport insects. Once defensive weapons, they were now offensive.

"Energy shield defense!" a white wizard shouted in the mental network.

Hundreds of arc acid spheres flew towards the fortress.

In the command room, Ivan stood in the center, a magic array beneath him, his mind entering a vast system.

The war fortress trembled, its steel and concrete frame coming to life.

Every corner of the fortress hummed with magic.

"What the hell is happening?" Richard was baffled by the fortress's transformation. Hadn't he gotten to know these white wizards well? How was the fortress this impressive without him knowing?

As the arc acid spheres neared, mysterious runes appeared on the fortress's surface, linked by magic into various-shaped arrays, forming a magic barrier over the fortress.

The white wizards' fortress was no ordinary structure; it was integrated with magic arrays.

Arc acid spheres struck the barrier, rippling it, but the fortress remained unharmed.

This barrier embodied a millennium of white wizard construction and alchemical expertise!

Insects, what can you do against it?

Then, a massive creature emerged from the hive.

Richard muttered, "Damn, these insects are going all out."

At the battlefield's edge, a mountain-like mutated transport insect slowly entered the fray.

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