Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

The grand military parade was held twice, once in the goblin world, and once in the Immortal Country.

The two parades amassed hundreds of thousands of fanatics and billions of devout believers for Richard. Such a scale of followers is incredibly rare even in the gods' dimension, usually only the Main God possesses this many.

After the parade concluded, the Heroic Spirit soldiers went on leave, while Richard began his war preparations.

...

"These bugs have come up with quite a few tricks over the years."

In the Wizard Tower, Richard looked at the intelligence summary sent by Jimmy, his brow slightly furrowed.

On the desk in front of him was a mountain of magic books. These magic books ranged from studies of the Mayfly subspecies to complete information on some classic battles, as well as post-battle analysis and summaries, making them exceptionally comprehensive.

Having been absent from the war for so many years, Richard knew less about the Galaxy Mayfly than some new wizards. These materials could help him quickly establish a basic understanding of the Galaxy Mayfly.

"Gah, these bugs are just like those abyssal trash."

On Richard's shoulder, Ulysses also expressed an exclamation. These materials weren't classified, and Richard didn't avoid Ulysses when reading them.

On the contrary, he wanted to hear how this World Master, who had also experienced the war of civilizations, viewed the Galaxy Mayfly and what strategies he could offer.

"Like Abyss Demons?" Richard raised an eyebrow, "Explain in detail?"

Ulysses organized his thoughts, then slowly said, "Abyss Demons, like these bugs, evolve specific physiological traits according to particular environments.

Moreover, Abyss Erosion does not change the elemental distribution of the world itself; the world remains elementally balanced or imbalanced as it was, so there are many demons within the Abyss tailored to specific environments.

These bugs are just like the abyssal trash in this regard, evolving into numerous subspecies to survive in different environments.

The only difference is that these bugs are not as extreme as the abyssal trash."

"Extreme?"

Ulysses nodded slightly, then suddenly asked back, "How long do you think it takes for life to adapt its environment and evolve traits suited for it?"

"This…a few hundred years? Unless you use life editing, that's about the fastest."

Ulysses shook his head: "Wrong, Abyss Demons only need a year to evolve a set of characteristics adapted to the current environment, and if given ten years, they would become indistinguishable from native creatures. With a few hundred years, these trash would become top predators of that environment."

Richard was stunned: "Then in an elementally balanced world, aren't the Abyss Demons invincible?"

"Not quite," Ulysses said indifferently, "The distinction between intelligent beings and ordinary magic beasts lies in intelligence. Intelligence allows us to use tools, thereby narrowing the gaps in physical capabilities.

Abyss Demons may have advantages in individual strength, but with various tools as aid, although individual differences are significant, they are not insurmountable.

Moreover, while there are subspecies among Abyss Demons, we also have races and gods for corresponding environments. But you wizards…"

Although the Wizard Civilization shifted some perceptions of alien races after the war, accepting several clans, the concept that aliens are slaves and cannon fodder remains deeply ingrained in the minds of upper-level wizards.

The wizard's battlefield, although full of Alien Slaves, Synthetic Beasts, and clans, always has wizards as the main force of war, even if they are newly trained.

"That's a matter of perspective," Richard rubbed his temples, "But wizard's witchcraft has considerable combat power even in imbalanced environments, which evens some gaps."

Putting aside the intelligence on the Galaxy Mayfly, he began analyzing the battle scenarios.

After nearly seven hundred years of development, the battlefield between wizards and the Galaxy Mayfly has become highly complex.

The battlefield's dimensions have begun to expand, from the initial ground battles gradually evolving into the sky, underground, surface, and Star Realm—a massive four-dimensional battlefield.

In the Star Realm, the wizard's giant floating fortresses contend with the small floating city fleets and the Mayfly's Expedition Nest for control of the sky.

Inside the world, small floating cities and war airships battle the flying subspecies of the Galaxy Mayfly in the sky, while fortresses and wizards fight the ground subspecies of Mayflies. The underground army, specializing in Earth Element Magic, battles endlessly with the burrowing subspecies of Mayflies underground.

The multidimensional nature of the battlefield has rendered campaigns exceptionally complicated. Personnel allocation, resource planning, the trade-off of positions, etc., are like tangled threads.

If it were not for the system of a council of advisors laying the foundation, even a Great Wizard would find it headache-inducing.

Classic battles involve some confidential matters, so to avoid suspicion, Ulysses temporarily left the room. The entire study was left with only Richard scrutinizing the maps and sand tables, iteratively simulating the overall battle situation.

Wargaming is akin to problem-solving, where one derives their answer based on known information.

Richard knew he wasn't a natural-born strategist or marshal, so he could only simulate the battlefield based on information repeatedly, seeking the intent behind each decision and understanding the determination behind every choice.

War is a cruel game where each decision of the commander determines the fate of hundreds or thousands.

As a Battle Zone Commander, a Great Wizard's decisions could affect the survival of hundreds of thousands.

Staring at the map, Richard imagined himself as the Commander, with each decision dictating the life or death of thousands to tens of thousands.

He repeatedly erases his memories of the campaigns, repeatedly hypnotizing himself as the Battle Zone Commander, and then iteratively simulating those classic campaigns.

This is an almost masochistic training, yet an indispensable one.

A commander's grasp on a battle zone's survival means this training is essential.

Half a year later, Richard walked out of the study.

Half a year ago, Richard's eyes were full of fighting spirit, as if they were shining. But after half a year of training, his gaze was calm like a serene mountain pond, even tinged with a bit of sorrow.

This change in demeanor surprised Ulysses, who came to greet him.

"Gah, what have you been doing this half year?"

Richard shook his head: "Nothing much, just using soul witchcraft too often, there are some side effects, that's all."

"Side effects?"

Ulysses was somewhat astonished. Richard was a Five Rings Great Wizard, and his soul's strength could even withstand direct witchcraft. For his soul to have side effects, what exactly had Richard been doing this past half a year?

Without further explanation, Richard stretched lazily, preparing to head towards the Soul School to exchange his war merits for some research on the power of faith.

As the war grew more intense, the Truth Council also brought out numerous treasures as incentives. Led by the Shaping Power Crown, each school contributed considerable knowledge and treasures as redeemable rewards.

Among them were things that even Great Wizards coveted.

But before he could take a few steps, a wave of energy emanated from the pocket on his waist.

"Who picks such a time; just as I step out, I receive a communication."

Muttering to himself, Richard pulled the Communication Crystal Ball from his pocket. Seeing who was requesting the communication, Richard's expression turned slightly solemn as he answered.

"Jimmy, what's the matter?"

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World number 03245.

"I will exchange my life for your death."

In the heavenly vault, a Great Wizard with the figure resembling a Fire Giant uttered his final words.

The next moment, the Secret Keeper emerged from the void, holding his balance scale to measure the value of the Great Wizard. On the other end of the scale, the King of Mayfly looked fearfully at the Secret Keeper before him.

"Damn it, this bastard was really released!"

The next moment, the measurement ended, and the balance reached equilibrium.

The Secret Keeper put away the scale and swung the book in his hand as if swatting a fly. The King of Mayfly shattered in response, and the entire battlefield fell into silence.

At the Battle Zone Command Center, the student of the Death Great Wizard was communicating with the rear via the teleportation gate.

"Hello? Hello! This is the command center of the First Battle Zone 03245! World Purifying Fire Great Wizard and the enemy King of Mayfly have perished together! Repeat, the World Purifying Fire Great Wizard and the enemy King of Mayfly have perished together!

We now need Great Wizard and army support! Please respond if you receive this! Please respond if you receive this!"

"Zzz... The command center has received your request, your request has been forwarded to... zzz... the headquarters, the Great Wizard will soon... zzz... arrive."

"End."

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Goblin world, First Training Zone.

"Yes, we understand!"

Hanging up the Crystal Stone Communicator, an old goblin showed a face of excitement and fanaticism. Holding the communicator, he quickly found the communication numbers of several people. Ten minutes later, all the Legion Commanders in the First Training Zone had gathered in the training zone's cathedral meeting room.

Seeing everyone present, the old goblin came straight to the point: "Gentlemen, the holy war is about to begin! The Pope has ordered a comprehensive reformation of the legions. In the near future, we will fight alongside the divine!"

In an instant, the meeting room fell silent. Then, an outburst of fanatic cheers erupted from within the meeting room.

The same scene unfolded in different training zones. Whether radicals or conservatives, upon learning that the holy war was imminent, they erupted with unprecedented fervor.

The goblins are a race where church and state are unified; before becoming nobles, they are all devout believers.

Now, with the opportunity to fight alongside the divine at hand, how could they not be excited?

Almost simultaneously, all training zones in the goblin world became busy.

Although the war with the Four-Eyed People World resulted in the complete loss of elite soldiers from both worlds, besides the elite soldiers, many second-tier legions remained in both worlds.

Most of these legions are young and lack veterans and combat experience.

But now, with war about to begin, Richard also must bring forth all his strength to win every war that can be won.

Though there are many Heroic Spirit Armies, ultimately, it takes the power of faith for them to appear. Once war begins, the growth of the power of faith likely won't match the consumption.

The battlefield inevitably needs humans to fill it with meat.