Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 843 - 19 Turn Turn

Chapter 843: Chapter 19 Turn! Turn!

Chapter 843 -19 Turn! Turn!

Frankly speaking, Link dared not.

However, he didn’t have the qualifications to refuse the mission personally assigned by the Commander.

Even though his identity, under the “joint efforts” of various parties, had become extremely special.

Even though he had a very close relationship with Dean Frist, the de facto leader of the third generation of the Diomand Family.

Even though he had made notable contributions to the recent and future development of Ravensmouth College.

Still, Link had no qualifications to refuse the mission or haggle over it.

After all, on the battlefield, the Commander is supreme.

Moreover, Rodrigo Diomand was a Level Seven Great Sage, a High-level Wizard whose identity, status, and power were far above Link’s.

“The Grande Legions can accept this mission.”

Without much hesitation, Link calmly voiced his true thoughts.

It didn’t matter whether he dared or not; they could accept it.

“Heh…”

Rodrigo Diomand’s eyelids slightly lifted as he let out a light, indifferent chuckle.

It was unclear what he was laughing at.

This laughter left a poor impression on Link.

It seemed to contain a hint of mockery and a bit of a “just as expected” sentiment.

“Rest assured, we won’t actually send you to infiltrate behind enemy lines. It was just a test. Your actual task is to provide assistance; others will handle the infiltration,” Rodrigo Diomand continued.

“Yes.”

Link didn’t care who the “others” were, the unfortunate ones meant for infiltration. He promptly accepted the new, more relaxed task at hand.

“Go on then, get out. The staff department will send you the details of the mission,” Rodrigo Diomand said, waving his hand to dismiss Link.

Link didn’t look back as he left, taking Lokan with him, headed straight back to the Interstellar Fleet, and then set off to return.

Seeing the legion commander act this way, none of the members of the accompanying Personal Guard Army dared to indiscreetly ask questions.

The fleet traveled at full speed and returned smoothly to the Grande Legions’ station.

The detailed mission from the Group Army Staff Department had already been delivered to the Grande Sage Army.

The Strategy Office, Intelligence Office, and Attendant Room were working together to study and devise countermeasures.

Link’s return brought a backbone to the Grande Sage Army, especially those three functional departments.

The joint meeting progressed more smoothly, and facing different possible scenarios, the Strategy Office presented a total of five contingency plans.

After reviewing them, Link forwarded the five contingency plans to the Oversight Office, instructing them to organize training within the Grande Sage Army.

They aimed to familiarize themselves with the plans before the mission began and to ensure orderly and calm conduct during the mission.

As for Link himself, he was pondering some questions.

Such as the matter of infiltration behind enemy lines.

Starting from the acquisition of first-hand intelligence, infiltration was essential.

But the rate of return was too low.

Because it was too dangerous.

On his way to the Commander’s station of the Group Army, Link had slain a God from the Divine Civilization World who had infiltrated behind the lines of the Wizard Civilization World.

Granted, one factor was Link’s superior strength.

But there was also the reason that behind enemy lines, infiltration teams must be small to minimize the chances of discovery.

An individual’s power, unless exceedingly exceptional, cannot match that of a group.

Whether it’s a Wizard or a God, the power one can wield varies greatly depending on whether they have support or not.

Therefore, Link was somewhat relieved when Rodrigo Diomand changed his decision at the last moment.

Link came to the Front Line between the Wizard Civilization World and the Divine Civilization World for many reasons.

But he certainly did not have the mindset to risk everything to sell himself to the Wizard Civilization, the Supreme Council, or Ravensmouth College.

“Better you than me.”

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Muttering under his breath, Link sent sympathy to the colleague stuck with the task of infiltration and then shifted his attention elsewhere.

He turned his gaze to his Sea of Consciousness.

The techniques of Mr. Xu Jing had unfrozen the Human Immortal Martial World from its amber state.

Time in the Human Immortal Martial World was no longer frozen, the development of events no longer stagnated, and changes were occurring in relation to Link’s Destiny World.

For Link, the nearly eighteen years spent in the Human Immortal Martial World, even if his memory was blurred like frosted glass, now held a different significance.

Especially when his “master” Li Shuwen, who had made progress in the God Seeing Realm, seemed to have noticed some signs.

That upward glance had left a deep impression on Link.

At this time, Franda had already completed her integration with the “Heavenly Dao” of the Human Immortal Martial World.

Link began to communicate with Franda, who had just woken up from a restful sleep.

“Master, master, what do you need Flanda for?”

Franda was gearing up to tease Conelia, who was transforming into a Three-legged Golden Crow inside the Sun, but Link’s interruption immediately spoiled her mood.

Even her tone of speaking to Link lacked its usual sweetness.

It was just like a grown daughter’s “unhappiness” when bombarded by her nagging father.

Ignoring Franda’s dissatisfaction, Link directly asked, “Everything went smoothly, I hope?”

“Of course,” Franda replied with her hands on her hips, brimming with pride. “You don’t see who’s in action, Master. I, Franda, would not drag my feet like that dummy Conelia.”

“That’s good to hear. You did great, Franda,” Link spared no effort in praising Franda and continued, “How’s your control over the Human Immortal Martial World? Is it possible to move people out from there?”

“Um…”

Upon hearing this, Franda’s head drooped down as she said hesitantly, “Well, control-wise, I can definitely manage it. It’s just that it’s not completely thorough, and I can’t move people out from there.”