Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 1084

Chapter 1067 The Banaradgar Gods Descend! The Titan Kings Descend!

The Tyrannosaurus Wizard: Kent, getting up from the ground, his newly formed gratitude was instantly shattered by Locke’s words.

Kent, rather speechless, took out a thousand magic crystal cards from his astral ring. He felt a pang of pain, as this was all his savings.

He also had a special breeding facility he had ordered from the Rootcrown Court next month, and now it seemed he would have to take out a loan from the Wizarding Bank to pay for it.

Wizard Kent said, “You—this is a thousand magic crystal cards, not a single one missing. Although it’s a transaction, I still owe you a favor.”

His body was gradually becoming ethereal.

This was the Bitterwood rejecting him.

Kent, the Tyrannosaurus Wizard, said to the Violet Witch, “Thank you too. I’ll compensate you accordingly in the future. I, Kent, never owe anyone anything.”

“Bella, you look terrible,”

said the Violet Witch Bella. “When I was born, a potion master said I wouldn’t live past 16, but now I’m the Star Ring Witch. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Kent the Wizard smirked, then coldly glanced at Patrick and Grandet.

He said nothing.

Everyone was an adult, and even though they were all members of the same club, a club was still just a private social group. It was normal that they didn’t help him.

There was nothing to complain about.

But a rift had already formed. Even

an outsider like Locke Augustine had helped him, albeit for money, yet these two club directors had allowed him to be sucked into the Spirit Hole.

Patrick the Wizard smiled and said, “I knew Bella would help you.”

Grandet the Wizard coughed awkwardly.

“Because Bella intervened, I felt you were safe.”

Wizard Kent nodded, acknowledging their assessment. He wasn’t that foolish; he certainly wouldn’t break ties with the two of them.

He had cultivated his network of connections within the club for many years and valued it highly. Moreover, the previous problems stemmed from his eagerness for quick success, his desire to win the match before the two of them. In truth, it was hard to say who had wronged whom.

Just before disappearing completely from this world of memories, Wizard Kent suddenly bowed to Locke and said, “Wizard Locke Augustine, I, the Tyrannosaurus Wizard of Rainswamp, am convinced.

You are indeed superior to me.”

“I only admit to you on my own behalf that I am not as good as you. But Rainswamp has a long history and is the wizarding land within the Three Swamps, producing many talented people. Please be careful. Rainswamp has many talented people!”

Wizard Kent raised his chin and said proudly.

The next moment, he disappeared from the spot.

Immediately afterwards, everyone left Wizard Probus’s office and returned to where they were originally.

In the abyss, on the Mirror Demon Plain, the Purple Witch Bella clutched her chest, because the previous battle against the Spirit Breath Black Hole had taken a heavy toll on her.

Unfortunately, she was not a potion master, so although she found several magical plants on the plain that might have healing effects and chewed them directly, the effect seemed to be very limited.

“But it’s not without clues.”

The Purple Witch Bella stood on the plain, crouching down to carefully examine the magical plant with her portable Garden Mirror.

“Probus must have found that magical plant under similarly difficult circumstances. Wizards all say Probus is a scourge, and I initially looked down on him, but then I followed in his footsteps.”

—

“And I came to admire him. Seventeen days? Can I reach his level?”

Meanwhile, Locke continued to ponder, his train of thought interrupted by Kent’s work: if he were conducting this research, how would he find that special magical plant as quickly as possible?

The Witch Bailou glanced at Locke, who was sitting on the hilltop, deep in thought, staring at a patch of magical plants.

“Augustine, it seems he expended a lot of magical pressure to save Kent. And this abyss world can’t replenish its magical pressure.”

“Hmm? It’s that Grandet guy contacting me.”

The Witch Bailou contacted him and sent him the data she had collected.

Meanwhile, inside the Despair Valley Laboratory, the wizard Grandet, searching for a way to unleash the power of the strange stones, smirked after receiving data from the witch Byuro.

“The Maupassant family’s Eye Ants are said to be controllable only by the Tyrannosaurus Rex Legion’s Contract. Ordinary summoner’s contract spells are simply insufficient to control such unique bloodlines, those Eye Ant magical creatures that only obey the Queen.”

“This is really useful. Luckily, I formed an alliance with her before entering this lab.”

The wizard Grandet smiled, his hands behind his back. He recalled how he had avoided other wizards in the Maupassant family’s wizarding town and made a pact with the witch Byuro.

“With Kent’s experimental data, I can greatly shorten the time it takes to get results, and it also improves security.”

“Kent is always reckless and impulsive; I subtly warned him about it a long time ago.”

The wizard Grandet had heard of the Maupassant family’s eye-ant magical creatures, and how the Maupassant family often used these creatures to spy on the magical secrets of other academies in the Rain Marsh. Therefore, he had cooperated with the witch Byuro beforehand, and after paying a portion of the profits, he finally got her to agree to share the experimental progress of the other wizards in this competition with him.

However, he had no use for the data from the Purple Witch Bella and the wizard Locke.

After all, he wasn’t looking for special abyssal magical plants.

The wizard Grandet sent a message to the witch Byuro.

“And then, what about Patrick’s data?”

The witch Bailouluo quickly replied.

“Hmm. I’ve obtained Patrick’s data using the Eye Ants. Here you go.”

A minute later, the fat director Grandet held three spectra. He combined and compared them, “Their effect is truly immense.”

“With their research data, I can quickly unleash the true power of this Cloud Rice.”

“It’s a pity Kent was eliminated too early; otherwise, if he had continued his experiments and accumulated more research data, my progress could have been accelerated.”

The fat director Grandet pondered.

He couldn’t afford to fall out with Bailouluo for now. However, her Eye Ants were indeed a problem. If she told Locke Augustine about his progress, it would be troublesome. But he had purchased ant-repelling candles in advance; the fragrance of these candles could repel ant-like magical creatures. At this moment, Grandet

ordered his first-class wizard apprentices to operate the instruments and shoot the magical beams he had adjusted onto the stone. The lightning on the stone’s surface began to turn into golden lightning, which, when released into the air, transformed into fleeting rainbows.

Grandet compared the data with the records, a smile spreading across his face.

“This direction is correct. Actually, if Kent had put in the effort to refine it further and slowed down, he might have actually achieved results before me. Instead, he’s eliminated himself first.”

Grandet smiled as he looked at the strange stone that refracted magical lightning under the stimulation of the magical beams.

“So, paying attention to experimental safety and details is the key.”

He officially began his work.

On the Mirror Demon Plain, Locke sensed something amiss because of the archaeologist’s “agility.”

Based on this unsettling feeling, he investigated something—when did the portable garden mirror arrive in the Eastern Boundary?

This invention originated from wizards in the Southern Boundary, a century ago. Therefore, the Bella Witches assumed that Wizard Probus had access to this device sixty years ago.

However, after spending an hour researching in the free library, Locke confirmed that this device only arrived in the Eastern Boundary from the Southern Boundary fifty years ago. Based on Wizard Probus’s experiences and his main activity locations, it was highly unlikely he had any contact with wizards from the Southern Boundary.

The Land of Three Swamps is very close to the Northern Boundary, geographically separated from the Southern Boundary.

“No wonder my historical awareness alerted me.”

Astral awareness is a special kind of direct spiritual perception of things related to history and time.

Locke pondered, “I see. Wizard Probus had no access to such equipment back then. And according to what Bailouluo told me, the Purple Witch Bella seems to have assumed that Wizard Probus found that special Abyss Demon Plant on the Abyss Plane’s Mirror Demon Plain using a portable Garden Mirror. But that’s impossible.” “

Because there was at least a 10-year gap between the introduction of this equipment to the Eastern Realm and the S-class laboratory accident.”

“That means Wizard Probus came to this plane alone and spent 17 days finding the demon plant he wanted.”

Locke’s eyes shone with countless spiritual light—the treasure of the Ancestral God. He had been deciphering this knowledge given to him by the Mountain Guest for the past few days.

In fact, from the second day onwards, Locke had stopped hoping to solve the problem through spiritual energy.

Because he was both a potion master and a breeder.

Similarly, Wizard Probus was also both a potion master and a breeder.

After much thought, Locke finally confirmed one thing: when the wizard Probus entered this plane, he likely used potion-making techniques to solve his problems.

Observing the spirit macro was much easier and faster than observing the spirit breath.

This is because the spirit macro is the hidden true form of all things, while the spirit breath is the hidden life force of all things.

The true form can be seen; potion-makers, alchemists, enchanters, and shapeshifters of the Transmutation school can see it directly with their n*ked eyes using their spiritual awareness.

However, the spirit breath cannot be seen directly; after all, it is life force, and a series of special methods are needed to see the spirit breath of other life forms.

In fact, it is inaccurate to say that a wizard sees “his own spirit breath”; it is more accurate to say that

he senses it rather than sees it.

Of course, compared to the spirit macro, extracting and creating spirit breath is much simpler, because it only requires planting plants or cultivating magical creatures. The spirit macro, on the other hand, requires potion-makers to expend their spiritual awareness and use magical flames, or alchemists to use their alchemical flames, to extract the spirit macro from things.

Therefore, spiritual essence is easier to see; some potion masters find it difficult to miss. A potion master skilled in spiritual essence can discern the spiritual essence of an object at a glance, though extraction takes time.

Spiritual energy, on the other hand, is harder to see, but any cultivator skilled in spiritual energy can share a bit of the vitality of a magical plant simply by touching it with their finger. This

is unless the magical plant and the wizard are truly incompatible.

Locke said, “So, without using a portable garden mirror, a magical device that makes it easier to see the spiritual energy of magical plants, the wizard Probus, who solved the problem in just 17 days, likely solved it using methods of a potion master.” “Think about

it carefully,” Locke continued, “each magical plant has its own unique, multifaceted, hidden true form. Therefore, it’s difficult for me to match a single spiritual essence with the specific magical plant I need. Spiritual essence and plant characteristics aren’t absolutely related, but they aren’t entirely unrelated.”

Locke’s eyes narrowed, and he stood up.

“So, with the advantage of Ling Hongxue, it’s not necessarily impossible to find the corresponding magical plant.”

When the witch Bailouluo saw Locke stand up, she was taken aback.

“He stood up?”

Could it be that Mr. Augustine came up with his research method?

At this moment, Locke pondered, “Moreover, I suspect that the wizard Probus actually found that special abyssal magical plant and used it to concoct a potion.”

“He used that potion to enhance Cloud Rice.”

“Think about it carefully, humans can drink potions, so why can’t magical plants drink them?”

Locke quickly searched for information. They are all living beings, so why can’t plants drink potions?

Locke found some related free information in the Water Hyacinth System.

He glanced at it; potions for magical plants—this research direction was relatively niche.

First, most potions are for wizards to drink.

Potions for magical plants actually already have a systematic product in the wizarding world: pesticides.

But this isn’t a pesticide. Pesticides are generally lower-level applications of potion science used to treat magical plants, supplement their nutrition, or increase their yield.

This research direction, according to the currently available free materials, involves the proper use of potion-making, treating a magical plant as a living entity and having it consume it.

This research direction is quite novel, but extremely difficult.

The difference in plant essence between plants is greater than the difference in physique between wizards.

To seriously research potions for plants is actually more difficult than imagined.

Secondly, because the market is small, the economic value is low, which reduces its appeal to wizards.

There are also few related competitions and grants.

Locke spent some time researching and indeed found some relevant information.

At the same time, he stood up and observed the spiritual energy of these magical plants, trying to combine the information to find that one special magical plant,

or rather, that special spiritual energy.

Five days later, Locke looked at the first-ring magical plant in the center of the bloodbath battlefield. He saw that the spiritual energy of that plant seemed to be its shadow, its reflection.

Locke’s spirits lifted. “Found it.”

He quickly identified a 65-year-old article that might be useful to him: a Shadow Potion designed by a Star Ring Wizard from the Rootcrown Court for grass-type magical plants.

The potion’s effect was that using it on a grass-type magical plant would create a shadow entity, making the shadow entity appear as a second plant.

Frankly, the potion was rather useless.

It was simply a potion created by a Rootcrown Court breeder to test the viability of his plant potion-making approach.

Locke guessed that Wizard Probus, being both a potion maker and a breeder, might have noticed, like him, that using the Shadow Potion on a grass-type magical plant would permanently solidify its shadow, making it appear as an extra part of the plant.

Furthermore, the magical pressure of this grass-type magical plant would double.

However, the usability of this potion is truly limited. The shadow entities of magical plants created by the Shadow Potion will instantly shatter and disappear if struck by an energy attack exceeding the power of a standard Evocation school fire magic spell model of 0.5 ring. Therefore,

although the wizard published the article, the lack of significant commercial application has kept this research in obscurity.

But Locke believes that the wizard Probus, like himself, has likely noticed the potential of this potion formula.

Because if the Shadow Potion is used not for combat, but instead to enhance the magical pressure of a magical plant and the amount of spiritual energy it draws per unit time, it might be possible to imbue a second-ring magical plant with mystical meaning.

Furthermore, grass-type magical plants are among the fastest at drawing spiritual energy of all magical plant types.

Therefore, this method might be feasible.

Locke gazed at the magical plant in the center of the battlefield.

“But the most crucial magical plant for the Shadow Potion is the Yellow Stream Grass type, specifically the Abyssal Yellow Stream Grass.”

“The core ingredient is the Abyssal Yellow Stream Grass, and the core effect is the Shadow Stream Grass.” Locke

looked at the yellow grass shadow beside a river of abyss in the center of the battlefield.

That was his goal.

Because the Abyssal Yellow Stream Grass doesn’t appear in all abyssal planes.

It only appears in a few.

So, its presence here suggests that the Wizard Probus entered this abyssal plane specifically for it.

17 days?

Yes.

Back then, he was alone, and moving around in this abyss was quite troublesome, unlike when he cooperated with the Witch Bailouluo. Bailouluo used the Tyrannosaurus Rex Legion to protect him, and he possessed the power of the Abyssal Dragon, making him virtually unhindered in this abyss, moving even faster than the Wizard Probus back then. Moreover

, the Abyssal Yellow Stream Grass is not abundant; finding it requires a bit of luck.

“I’m lucky,” Locke thought, “I found this magical plant on my tenth day here.

Even if I still need to refine the Shadow Potion, as long as my approach is correct, I might be able to complete this research in less than seventeen days.

This explains why Wizard Probus entered this Abyss Plane. It wasn’t just that he found the entrance to this plane; it’s because he had already seen the Shadow Potion recipe before entering this Abyss Plane. He came specifically for the Abyss Stream Yellow Grass.”

Locke reasoned, “This is a matter of logic.

While studying potion-making requires more talent than studying breeding, the time required for potion-making is actually shorter than for cultivating magical plants.

Therefore, using potion-making to study breeding logically can indeed speed things up.

This explains why Wizard Probus completed this project so quickly this time.”

Seeing Locke heading ever closer to the center of the battle, the Witch Bailou worriedly reminded him, “Locke, if you go any further, you’ll be standing right in the middle of the battlefield. Didn’t you say we didn’t need to get involved in this war that has nothing to do with us?”

Locke replied to the Witch Bailou, “I’ve found our target. Our target is that magical plant.”

The Witch Bailou’s eyes widened. “So fast?”

“How did you do that? Mr. Augustine, I’ve seen Witch Bella constantly tasting the magical plant, her condition getting worse and worse. She even used new breeding equipment worth over a hundred million. But she still seems to be going nowhere, without any results.”

Locke, hands behind his back, said, “If the direction is wrong, then no matter how much you persist and try, it’s all going in the wrong direction. I said Bella the Witch is a good witch, but unfortunately, she’s not good enough. I was telling the truth then, but she seems to think I misjudged her. That’s her misunderstanding.”

“She can’t find the right direction, but you can’t really blame her. Because she’s a pure breeder. She could never have imagined that Probus the Witch’s research approach started from the field of potions. Bella the Witch is focused on guessing how Probus the Witch did his research. But she doesn’t know that Probus was a potion master.”

“How could she find Probus the Witch’s true research direction back then?”

Bailouluo the Witch nodded, seemingly understanding. “Probus the Witch was actually a potion master.”

“That sounds reasonable, so it seems like it can work. Locke, you’re really amazing.”

“What a genius.”

A flash of admiration crossed Bailouluo’s eyes.

“The four wizarding geniuses from the Swamp Folk Club are already extremely formidable in my eyes, each displaying their unique abilities, but compared to you, the gap seems to be enormous. You made it so easy for them throughout, while they exerted all their strength and still couldn’t complete this test of the bitter wood.”

After all, the basic research level of the Probus wizards was simply too high.

Locke felt like he had met his match.

Facing such a peak, the members of the Swamp Folk Club had to stretch themselves to the limit just to have any chance of making it to the end of this competition.

And that was just enough.

The witch Bailouluo’s eyes became serious as she looked towards the center of the bloody battle. “In that case, you and I will charge in

.” Locke glanced at her in surprise, then smiled. “That suits me perfectly. Bailouluo, you’re just like me.”

The witch Bailouluo looked at Locke with admiration. Influenced by her father, she greatly admired geniuses, and worshipped the geniuses among geniuses to the point of utter devotion.

The witch Bailou snapped her fingers, and the Book of Summoning began to flip rapidly, followed by a series of summoning halos beneath the feet of the magical creatures.

Forty-nine magical creatures—the Tyrannosaurus Rex Legion—launched their attack, charging onto the battlefield.

The Abyss Demons and Hell Demons, currently engaged in battle, were astonished to find that the ferocious witches were attacking both sides simultaneously.

A high-level Mirror Demon, seemingly composed entirely of shattered mirrors, reflected the images of other creatures.

At this moment, he reflected the image of his opponent, a high-level demon commander, transforming himself into a high-level ram-horned demon wielding a two-handed fire-steam mechanical greatsword

. Fire and steam spewed from three vents on the hilt of his greatsword.

The Mirror Demon narrowed its eyes. “Wizards—I didn’t cause them any trouble, yet they’re causing us trouble—”

The high-ranking demon commander fighting him looked up at the sky. At his command, the demons raised their hellfire steam shields, forming a shield array. These mechanical shields extended interlocking clips, creating a mechanical fortress on the spot.

Simultaneously, the hellish demons inserted their spears into the circular holes in the center of these shield fortresses. With a series of clicking sounds, the spears and shield array merged, the flaming spears transforming into laser cannons. Then, countless laser cannons were fired from these flaming spears at the magical creature army in the sky.

Meanwhile, the witch Bailouluo’s summoned beasts included dragons, ancient worms, fire creatures, and ice magic creatures—numerous and diverse. Their coordinated attacks and combined strength allowed them to clash with the hellish army in an instant.

At the same time, large ice rings appeared beneath the feet of the abyssal demons. Whether it was the six-armed serpent demons, the Balrog fire demons, or the succubi, they all found their lower bodies frozen.

Snowflakes began to fall in this abyss.

A snowman rose from the ground.

The Snow King wielded his other weapon, the Ice Staff, summoning a vast blizzard. One after another, ice novae exploded on the feet of these demons.

Both sides’ high-ranking commanders were enraged.

But just as the two high-ranking commanders were about to attack, they heard the roar of a demonic dragon.

The high-ranking commander of the hellish demons, wielding a hellish steam-powered greatsword, saw a phantom of a demonic dragon in the sky, its tail sweeping towards him. The

Mirror Demon, on the other hand, felt a terrifying demonic aura rushing towards him.

“This is—”

The high-ranking demon was sent flying by the dragon’s tail, crashing through three mountain peaks before finally coming to a stop.

The Mirror Demon Commander, having lost his copy subject, shattered his body, reverting to its original form resembling shattered mirror fragments. He turned to look at the high-ranking demon who had been sent flying by a dragon’s tail.

“What power this is!”

“This demonic energy… could this be the latest evolutionary variant of the Eye Demon race?” The

Mirror Demon Commander saw Locke and noticed the fleeting crown of the Child of Chaos above Locke’s head.

“So it’s the Child of Chaos who has graced us with his presence. According to the rules of the Abyss, has His Highness the Child of Chaos come to support us?”

“The Hell Demons suddenly attacked us, hunting down life on this plane, trying to seize its core. It’s truly despicable.” “

The Mirror Demon Plains haven’t been involved in other people’s wars for a long time. But unexpectedly, we’ve still been attacked.”

The Witch Bailouluo followed, riding on the back of a steel anteater. She glanced at Locke strangely, surprised that Locke, a White Wizard, possessed the identity of the Child of Chaos in the Abyss.

“Child of Chaos—then the next step is the Abyss Prince, the darling of the Abyss, or perhaps a high-ranking demon title fabricated by the Abyss specifically for wizards?”

Locke’s tone was normal, without a trace of abnormality, as he said to the mirror demon, “The Abyss is a world of great strife. If you don’t attack others, they will come to attack you.”

“Just drive all the enemies back.”

The mirror demon commander nodded in deep agreement.

“As expected of the Child of Chaos.”

“Your suggestion is very reasonable.”

The witch Bailouluo was speechless.

How did they even get along?

That high-ranking Abyss mirror demon even looked very agreeable.

The witch Bailouluo asked Locke, “Then should I have the Snow King stop attacking the Abyss demons?”

As soon as she said this, the high-ranking Abyss mirror demon looked at her with suspicion, sizing her up and down, and even began to doubt Locke.

Locke shook his head. It seemed that this black witch did not know how to communicate with the Abyss races.

The Abyss revered strength, even more so than the black wizards.

Here, any act of humility would invite suspicion. After all, how could someone at the pinnacle of evolution be humble?

If you’re humble, does it mean you’re not in the right state? Are you weak?

These are the thoughts of the abyssal creatures.

Locke reprimanded the witch Bailouluo, “Merely weak creatures, killing them is fine. A demon that dies from such a slight attack is indeed too weak.”

“Weakness is the original sin.”

The high-ranking Mirror Demon commander trembled, immediately avoiding Locke’s scrutinizing gaze. He lowered his head, sensing the power of this Prince of Chaos.

At the same time, he felt that this Prince of Chaos seemed particularly wise; his words were all so reasonable.

Indeed.

Weakness is the original sin.

The witch Bailouluo noticed the demon’s emotional change and shrugged at Locke with a frustrated expression.

Locke said to the Mirror Demon commander, “I want to take a demonic plant from beside the Abyss River.”

The high-ranking Mirror Demon commander immediately replied, “Of course, my Prince of Chaos. Please wait a moment. The direction you’re pointing in is precisely where our Abyss Demon army is positioned.”

At his command, the billions of demons voluntarily parted to make way.

These demons were numerous; even if Locke and the witch Bailouluo joined forces, it would have taken them considerable time and energy to defeat them. But with this high-ranking Mirror Demon signaling the army to make way, it saved them a lot of trouble.

Locke led the witch Bailouluo forward.

At the same time, Locke instructed Bailouluo to continue casting the Snow King, freezing and killing all the demons blocking their path.

Locke, meanwhile, used the Abyss Demon Dragon bloodline, continuously releasing his dragon might.

The witch Bailouluo said, “These demons seem a bit ungrateful.”

Locke replied, “For the Abyss Demons, high status and titles aren’t necessarily a good thing; they can attract covetous eyes. Only power and slaughter can deter them.”

“Make them afraid to advance,”

the witch Bailouluo said, “I don’t understand.”

“If we don’t kill them, they’ll kill us. If we kill them, they’ll be used by us.”

At this moment, in the sky above this plane, a three-ringed demon commander sensed the Abyss Dragon’s demonic pressure emanating from Locke.

This demon commander immediately looked in Locke’s direction. A mechanical dragon beside him pierced through the Abyss Demon army, creating countless killings. The mechanical dragon circled around him, and with a flick of his hand, a stone transformed into a mechanical rock in the hellfire. The mechanical gears inside the rock turned, and then a mechanical rock giant stood up, charging into the Abyss Demon army.

“So it was him.”

The three-ringed demon looked in Locke’s direction, pondering for a moment.

“How did that little fellow I met a few years ago suddenly acquire the title of Child of Chaos? Isn’t he a wizard? Oh well, this person is a trusted student of the Red Dragon Grand Duke. The Lord of Hell has been trying to win over the Red Dragon Grand Duke, hoping that he can advance to the fourth ring in the Hell Plane. The Red Dragon Grand Duke’s power is currently above mine. If she really advances to the fourth ring and becomes the Red Dragon King, and I offend her, wouldn’t my life be difficult?”

“Forget it, since it doesn’t affect the battle, let’s turn a blind eye. I tested the Red Dragon Grand Duke last time, and this person is definitely her beloved disciple. Not an ordinary student.”

The third-ring demon looked at the third-ring Mirror Demon King before him, who was also the ruler of this plane.

He spoke in a cold voice: “The King of Hell has noticed that your plane is constantly upgrading its substance. After ten thousand years of development, the substance of your plane has strengthened to the point that it can escape the Abyss Plane. He hopes that after your plane escapes the Abyss, it will join our Orderly Hell. If you agree, I will withdraw my troops now. If you disagree, we will not let you have it so easily.”

The Mirror Demon King has no human form, but is a special existence composed of a group of mirrors. He can gather and disperse, without a fixed shape, as if he can transform into various appearances.

“The King of Hell was once a being of this abyss. The path he walked, we, the Mirror Demons, have also walked. For the past ten thousand years, we, the abyssal beings of this plane, have strived tirelessly, finding our own correct path upwards, allowing us to escape the abyss. However, the King of Hell wants us to be his slaves.”

“We cannot do it.”

“We have sacrificed so much, strived for so long, not to become puppets and playthings of hell.”

The three-ringed demon sneered. He mobilized his contracted souls, amplifying his hellfire. His flames touched the ground, forming mechanical bodies. These hellfire-burning machines assembled, according to the three-ringed demon’s understanding, into a fortress equipped with countless cannons.

“Then this is my answer to you.”

At this moment, on the ground, Locke, with the help of the high-ranking Mirror Demon commander, arrived at the banks of the Abyss River and plucked the Abyss Stream Yellow Grass.

“The main materials are in hand. The other materials are worthless and easy to gather; they should be available inside the Despair Valley laboratory.”

“Now we’re missing a powerful energy source. A Star Ring-level magic pressure source. That’s all we need. Let’s extract the Spirit Macro from the Abyss Creek Yellow Grass, imprint the Spirit Macro, and then begin refining the Double Image Potion.”

Locke said to the witch Bailouluo, “This is not a place to linger. Let’s leave first.”

The witch Bailouluo nodded in deep agreement.

After all, this was within an army of billions of demonic beings.

Even with her Star Ring creature army, she would worry about being surrounded and killed.

After all, the Abyss Demons were never afraid of death.

At this moment, inside the Despair Valley Laboratory, the wizard Grandet was adjusting the spectral pulse instrument, injecting special magical light into the strange stone. The strange stone continuously released golden lightning, which transformed into rainbows, blending with the lightning to create a dazzling display of colors.

The wizard Grandet’s eyes were filled with fervor. “Success.”

“Kent the Wizard, you were too impatient, you didn’t bother to refine it further.”

He activated the instrument, watching as the stone transformed into a rainbow of light and was injected into a grain of cloud on the mechanical platform.

Grandet’s lips curled into a smile, but the next moment, a golden lightning bolt suddenly erupted, instantly blasting away the eight students operating the equipment.

Grandet was stunned. “Something’s not right. How could this happen?”

“Wait, this is magical pressure—how can a separate magical pressure be generated inside that stone? What is the source of this stone? This is—”

Grandet suddenly realized something, because he had felt a magical pressure similar to this before

—

on the battlefield of the gods .

On the battlefield against the Titan Kings.

Grandet took a half step back. “These stones aren’t world wonders.”

“Could it be that Kent’s defeat wasn’t due to carelessness, not an accident, but inevitable? Could it be—”

He was about to retreat when, in the next instant, a golden lightning bolt pierced through his abdomen.

The lightning bolt synchronized perfectly with his magical pressure.

Not only did the golden lightning seem to synchronize with his magical pressure, but the stone also flew towards Grandet.

A divine aura descended.

It was the magical pressure of a young Banaradga god.

A god had entered this competition, right here in this laboratory.

At this moment, in another room at the other end of the laboratory, Patrick, the club’s chairman, spun around in his chair, embracing a beautiful witch apprentice.

“Grandet, you’ve been clever all your life, but you’ve made a foolish mistake this time. Do you think having your own theoretical system makes you anything but rubbish?

Is it possible that all this information you know, all these thoughts you’ve had, were intentionally leaked to you by someone else? You stole data and stones from me, do you think I didn’t know?

“I also wanted to rely on the two of you to obtain experimental data and confirm what these stones really are. This was originally a task given to me by that lord.”

“Although we’re all friends, to me, friends are meant to be used.”

“This time, I’ll teach you a lesson, showing you that information can be used to manipulate people’s hearts. I give you specific information, you accept my information, and you’re being manipulated by me. Therefore, it’s not that more information is better, but rather that the more reliable it is, the better. Hahaha—”

“It seems Locke Augustine is even more difficult than I thought. This competition was far too challenging due to Probus’s skill. Without the two of you, I really wouldn’t have been confident of winning. Thank you, I won this time. With that, I can finally win the competition, and I finally understand the secret of this stone. It turns out it’s a flawed stone, unable to nurture the next generation of the Banaradga gods. So I need to adjust my method of use, and this way I can give an explanation to that important figure.”

Patrick sent a message to the Baroque witch of the Maupassant family.

“Terrible witch, it’s been a pleasure working with you.” “

We’re not just friends, we’re kindred spirits.

Will you betray Augustine?”