Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 748

Chapter 745 The Food Chain Laws of the Dragon Mountains!

Locke’s dragon eyes widened!

A reversal of justice!

The creditor dared to kill the wizard who lent him money!

Where was justice?

At this moment, he continued to fly backward. The plane dragons hanging upside down in the sky lowered their eyes, cold and indifferent, seemingly observing something.

‘There’s no other way. I have to force my way into the sky and get rid of the Celtic leader.’

Locke thought, ‘There are flocks of dragons in the sky. If I can fly into the flock, perhaps I can get rid of him.’

Locke flapped his dragon wings, about to fly up, when suddenly a gust of black wind blew out from his wings. Then, at least half of his body was being blown by black wind.

His skin, dragon flesh, dragon scales, and dragon bones were all being blown away by the black wind blowing from inside his body.

“Ah…”

Locke screamed, letting out a dragon’s roar. The phantom of the demonic dragon bloodline essence behind him was only half a dragon; the rest was incomplete.

After burning the bloodline of the Shepherd Dragon, the phantom gradually filled in, signifying the bloodline power was being restored.

The broken path was reappearing, the path that should have appeared.

But even so, the bloodline of the three-headed demonic dragon was still incomplete, only half a dragon.

Now, under the blowing of the black wind, half of the dragon’s body vanished into nothingness, scattered by the wind.

His current appearance was almost identical to the phantom of the demonic dragon behind him.

The Celtic leader was stunned, because his vetiver sword was about to pierce Locke’s dragon heart, but in that instant, half of the dragon’s body was suddenly blown away by the black wind, specifically the left half.

The dragon heart was on the left half.

The dragon’s body was instantly blown apart, and its heart floated in mid-air on Locke’s left side.

The black wind blew directly towards the Celtic leader.

Facing the black wind, a [Water Cloud Barrier] automatically appeared on the Celtic leader’s body, but its outer edge was immediately blown away by the black wind.

Then, the black wind, like countless tiny blades, burrowed into his limbs and flesh.

“Ah!”

the Celtic leader screamed in agony.

The Celtic leader was dumbfounded.

‘What’s going on?’

‘Why are there so many pits on this dragon’s body waiting for me to step on?’

The black wind was extremely terrifying, instantly destroying the Celtic wizard’s body. Only the magical patterns resembling the Water Cloud Barrier on his skin protected his body, preventing it from collapsing instantly like Locke’s dragon body.

At this moment, the Celtic leader’s face was covered by a shell formed from a mixture of magical models and patterns of a water-cloud barrier. However, this shell was riddled with cracks, behind which lay his body.

‘If it weren’t for the magical pressure shell, I would have been blown away by that wind in an instant. No, that wind has a powerful destructive effect on the soul; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been able to crack my magical pressure shell so many times.’

Dark purple magical pressure leaked from the cracks in the magical pressure shell on the Celtic leader’s body, seeping into the air.

For a moment, the Celtic leader sensed a life-or-death crisis.

Because this wind wasn’t playing a joke on him; after blowing cracks into the surface of his magical pressure shell, it was still drilling into those cracks!

It wanted to penetrate his flesh and soul, and completely destroy his entire body.

The Celtic leader was instantly terrified, his whole body stiffening. ‘Could it be that the evil dragon wanted to perish with me, and used this move?’

‘How can a human body compare to the hardness of a dragon’s body?’ Without the protection of the magic pressure shell, my body would have been destroyed much faster than the dragon’s body.

At this moment, Locke was also in dire straits. He had fallen from the sky, barely managing to stand.

Half his body had been destroyed in an instant.

If it weren’t for the fact that his life was currently free, this would be the most dangerous moment he had ever faced in the wizarding world.

He was only one step away from death.

He was barely surviving thanks to the dragon’s powerful vitality, but even now, he couldn’t survive for long.

A strange black wind, inexplicably emerging from the pores of his skin, was still blowing towards his dragon pearl, dragon soul, dragon bones, dragon blood, dragon flesh, dragon spirit, and dragon magic, threatening to obliterate all seven treasures of the dragon.

In other words, nothing but ashes.

Locke instantly realized something was wrong. He immediately used meditation techniques to introspect and search for the origin of the black wind.

He searched his entire body, but couldn’t find the source of the black wind.

The entire black wind seemed to originate from within his own body.

However, through meditation and introspection, Locke discovered that the black wind actually appeared in his sea of consciousness.

Within his sea of consciousness, besides the spell model—the self-awareness star system—a wind tunnel had appeared.

This wind tunnel was located beneath his spell model—the self-awareness star system—and it emitted a black wind that not only aimed to blow away the seven treasures of the dragon on his body but also to blow towards his spell model star system.

If it succeeded, even if he survived, all his magical levels would be destroyed in one fell swoop.

He would have to start from scratch,

beginning as a first-class wizard apprentice!

Because within this star system, everything else was manageable, except for Jupiter, representing the permanent defensive force field, and the extremely powerful magic at the location of the meteorite cluster, which represented his first and second ring levels respectively.

Once blown away, he would only have about the peak magical power of a first-class wizard apprentice left.

And the black wind was constantly impacting the star system within his sea of consciousness; it possessed the characteristics of being omnipresent, internally generated, and capable of blowing away everything.

Therefore, it can indeed blow away one’s own star map.

‘This is an attack targeting the sea of consciousness,’ Locke pondered.

“This is… a shackle, a bloodline shackle, a demonic dragon shackle.”

The remaining half of the demonic dragon bloodline within the sea of consciousness had a peach-blossom thorn arrow on its forehead, the very arrow lent to Locke by the witch Catherine.

Back then, after receiving the inheritance of the Holy Dragon, when his demonic dragon bloodline broke through to the first stage, the incomplete demonic dragon self-destructed.

It was his teacher who shot an arrow of transformation at his demonic dragon bloodline, stopping its self-destruction.

At this moment, the arrow began to loosen.

The dragon’s eyes flickered, seemingly wanting to break free, yet also attempting suicide again.

However, the divine dragon’s power re-entered the arrow, penetrating the dragon’s forehead and suppressing its self-destructive urges.

Locke said gravely, “I should have realized this sooner.”

“When the dragon’s bloodline completed its first stage of cultivation, it exhibited a self-destructive tendency. At the time, I thought it was a characteristic of this bloodline, that the world-destroying dragon race did not tolerate imperfections.” “

But now, I realize that was wrong. The black wind blowing from my body is a forbidden seal. It fundamentally forbids wild dragons, or any other being, from tracing back to the true, complete dragon bloodline!” “

This forbids anyone from becoming a true dragon. No, that idea is wrong; it forbids anyone from regaining the dragon bloodline through bloodline tracing and independent evolution.” Yet, all this meticulous planning—setting traps to ensure the imperfect dragon bloodline would self-destruct during the first stage of advancement, and to create a strange black wind during the second stage—

was all for this .

Locke stared gravely at the wind tunnel within his soul. He knew that if he couldn’t overcome this hurdle, he would have to start all over again.

Although he was only 23, almost 24, still young, starting over would be incredibly damaging.

Especially now, when he was in the midst of fierce competition with the Wizarding Alliance, including Solas and the Lightfoot Wizards.

Locke looked at the wind tunnel in his mind, trying to construct a magical model to stop the wind blowing from it.

But it was all in vain.

What to do?

Meanwhile, on the Dragon Mountains, the magic of two third-ring wizards was still bombarding everyone, the apocalyptic magical pressure pressing down on them.

Catherine glanced at Mu Rilong, a hint of surprise in her eyes, then looked expressionlessly at the Rose Witch.

The Rose Witch, however, wore a half-smile.

“How pitiful, that dragon. You see, unable to see one’s own existence, whether human or dragon, it’s all the same. If a person doesn’t even know who they are, they certainly won’t do the right thing.”

“Estelle, you belong to your master.”

Esther’s lips were pale. At this moment, Momoyama was trying to suppress her, to seal her away, while the Rose Storm was trying to block Momoyama, to prevent her from being sealed.

But she herself was at the center of the magical pressure clash between the two Third Ring Thrones, causing cracks to appear in her magical pressure shell, and her ultimate magic became chaotic.

The Rose Witch looked at Catherine provocatively.

“Katya, if this continues, Esther will die. If she dies, won’t you regret it?”

Catherine showed no intention of stopping.

“There are only two outcomes today. One, she stays. Two, she dies.”

“Anna, you know my style. I won’t allow her to leave alive. You can take her away. I allow it. In the form of a corpse.”

The Rose Witch sized up the Catherine Witch, seeing that she didn’t seem to be faking it, but instead smiled, and was completely relieved.

The Rose Witch looked thoughtfully at Esther.

“Esther, it seems that your years of friendship with the Red Dragon Throne couldn’t save your life. The Red Dragon Throne is cold-hearted by nature; everyone is just a pawn in her game.”

“I wanted to save you, but alas, she didn’t give me the chance.”

Esther’s face was pale. She summoned a peach tree, and then, under her magic, the peach tree quickly transformed from a young peach tree into an old one.

The peach tree grew larger and larger, adding ring after ring.

The Rose Witch’s eyes flickered for a moment, then brightened with intense interest. To her, Esther’s greatest value lay in this skill:

tree ring science!

Indeed, Esther had gone to Golden Crown Mountain to study tree ring science. Her main task in Group Three was researching how to quickly increase the number of annual rings on magical trees.

The most crucial aspect of tree ring science was increasing the age of magical plants by adding annual rings.

This was because many magical plants in the second and first rings required a specific number of years to mature—potentially a hundred, two hundred, or even five hundred years for some second-ring magical plants to grow and mature before they could be used.

The main magical tree material chosen for the Rose Witch’s Love Ring project was a peach tree magical plant of a specific age.

But then another problem arose.

The Rose Academy, compared to Golden Crown Mountain, wasn’t as adept at tree ring science.

Therefore, she activated Esther as a backup plan, using the preemptive detonation to gain access to Golden Crown Mountain, especially to Esther, the ring-ring wizard nurtured by Catherine the Witch over a century.

Esther possessed ring-ringing skills at the forefront of the Cloud Marsh Wetlands.

In fact, from the beginning, the Rose Witch had seen that Esther had the potential to study at Golden Crown Mountain and become its best genius.

Her position in the Rose Council, however, would be mediocre.

The Rose Witch believed her greatest strength lay not in magical research, but in her ability to judge character.

She possessed the ability to recognize talent!

The Rose Witch smiled, but Esther had always grown up at Golden Crown Mountain, so unless Esther defected and completely broke ties with her former employer, she dared not trust Esther.

Of course, the preemptive detonation was also a passive measure.

Mainly, the opportunist Jack the Wizard of the Root Crown Court, seeing the power of Golden Crown Mountain and becoming greedy and treacherous, betrayed her, catching her off guard.

Catherine the Witch’s face was cold, her eyes filled with murderous intent as she looked at Esther.

On the other side, Lana the Witch and Nina the Witch were somewhat swayed by the intense clash of magical pressure.

Nina the Witch said, “Does the Red Dragon Throne really intend to kill Esther? Although I don’t like traitors either, but…”

“Yes. No matter how many layers of armor the Rose Throne wears, betrayal is still betrayal. If we kill her now, at most we’ll just have to pay some compensation, and that’ll be the end of it.”

“The White Wizarding Association can’t say anything.”

“It’ll just mean writing more reports and doing some troublesome things.”

Lana the Witch added, “Besides, Esther is covered in wounds now, making it the best time to kill her. Otherwise, if she were at her peak, even a Third Ring Throne wouldn’t be able to kill a Sun Ring Wizard so easily.”

Lana the Witch glanced in Locke’s direction.

“Why does that dragon feel so familiar? What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel like I know dragons even when I’m walking down the street?”

“It’s just a strange dragon from the Dragon Mountains.”

The witch Lana pointed in Locke’s direction and said, “That dragon is so strange. Not only is its bloodline mixed, but it also emits [Whirlwind] from its body.”

“That’s the wind from the Vortex Great World.”

“The Vortex Great World is in the far reaches of the endless void. How can the whirlwind from that world appear here?”

“The whirlwind is like a drop of water, blowing towards everything. A wizard once fell into a whirlwind and was trapped for only an hour before his body and soul disappeared.”

“The whirlwind is all-pervasive and can penetrate any hole. Once you’re entangled by it, your body and soul will be corroded by that special wind. No matter how powerful the spell or how ancient the bloodline power, it will all be reduced to nothing under the influence of that wind.”

The witch Lana sighed.

“And that dragon is blowing whirlwinds out of its body, so it’s definitely dead. If the whirlwinds weren’t so dangerous, and if the battle between the third-ring wizards weren’t so perilous, I would have explored it myself.”

However, she wasn’t a wizard specializing in this area, so naturally she wasn’t very interested.

Witch Lana said regretfully, “It’s a pity my garden is missing a pet. I really liked that dragon just now, and felt a connection with it, so I wanted to take it back and put it in my garden. Now it seems that opportunity is gone.”

Witch Nina said, “Lana, if you like, you can always go to the market and buy one that looks similar.”

On the other side, Wizard Sith also looked at the whirlwinds and immediately frowned, “Oh no, it’s a whirlwind. And Celt has actually been blown into the whirlwind.”

The next moment, something even more worrying happened to Wizard Sith and the others, because the Sun-Shepherd Dragon actually grabbed the Celt wizard’s hand with its claws, preventing him from leaving.

Wizard Sith and the others were immediately startled.

But because of the whirlwinds’ special nature, they didn’t dare to approach rashly for the time being.

At this moment, the Celtic leader’s face twitched from the wind, his magical shell cracking inch by inch. “You stupid dragon, let me go!”

“Quick!”

His skin peeled and deformed.

But how could Locke let go? He realized that the black wind blowing from the vent was limited.

And that black wind had a special characteristic: it was [omnipresent]. So as long as he grabbed the Celtic leader, a portion of the black wind would automatically flow towards him.

This gave him a glimmer of hope.

If the Celtic leader hadn’t shielded him from the black wind, he, as a Shepherd Dragon, would have been completely blown apart.

Now, most of the black wind within him was actually shifting towards the Celtic leader!

Excellent!

For some reason, the Celtic leader was much more resilient than him, so the black wind was constantly shifting from him towards him in order to destroy him.

Locke guessed that the wind possessed the property of destroying everything, so it would destroy everything connected to him within the system.

By capturing the Celtic leader, he had forcibly linked himself to a system.

Of course, someone might have intended to use this wind’s properties to ensure their own death during the process of advancing the dragon bloodline from the first to the second ring. However, he hadn’t anticipated that precisely because this wind possessed the power and force to destroy an entire system, it had ironically saved him.

The Celtic leader’s expression changed drastically.

“What kind of wind is this? You stupid dragon! Damn it, this wind is actually moving towards me!”

Locke let out a dragon’s roar, and surprisingly, he regained some of his strength, thus regaining his ability to fly.

Locke let out a cry for help towards the Death Dragon.

The Death Dragon, which was about to retreat, turned its head to look at Locke under his astonished gaze, as if hesitating about something.

After observing Locke’s current miserable state for a while, it then did something that made Locke ashamed.

This Death Dragon actually responded to Locke’s dragon’s roar and turned to fly towards Locke.

Locke was dumbfounded.

Could it be that there is true affection in the Dragon Realm?

This is even possible?

At this moment, the Celtic leader, with a dark face, stuffed all the whirlwinds into his vast magical Tranquil Grassland.

The Celtic leader was now thankfully aware that his Tranquil Grassland was essentially a vast magical grassland that grew in a barren, almost waterless, and low-magic environment, gradually improving the surrounding moisture and magical tide environment—a kind of immense magic.

This immense magic utilizes the property of vetiver grass to generate magical resources from wind energy, forming the foundation for this powerful spell.

Before entering Golden Crown Mountain, the cycle of wind power conversion into resources was incomplete.

Wind cannot be guaranteed to exist indefinitely; without wind, how would the energy cycle function?

If placed in a consistently windy location, and the wind’s energy level remained relatively constant, fluctuations in intensity would severely disrupt the entire energy system. The biggest

problem the Celts solved during their twenty years at Golden Crown Mountain was how to deal with the unpredictable nature of wind.

The Tranquil Grassland, with its unique combination of over ten types of magical herbs, can transform various winds.

Furthermore, even in windless conditions, the Tranquil Grassland can barely survive through photosynthesis, a natural function of the plants.

Internally, there are magical plant combinations that utilize photosynthesis to create a thermal energy difference, resulting in gentle breezes—a crucial element for maintaining the Tranquil Grassland’s basic wind supply.

At this moment, the Tranquil Grassland, blown into by the whirlwind, did not collapse instantly. Instead, after large swathes of grass withered, it gradually absorbed the wind, transforming it into energy and turning it into various precious magical resources for the Tranquil Grassland.

In fact, because the whirlwind was of such a high level, it even brought him some benefits.

The Celtic leader was both pleased and worried.

‘This wind is of such a high level that it has allowed my Tranquil Grassland to produce the highest-grade imaginary soil currently available within this Great Magic—Spirit-Condensing Soil.’

‘Never mind, I’ve already borne the consequences. That damned stupid dragon actually wanted to perish with me. He underestimated wizards. I’ve already converted all this black wind into Spirit-Condensing Soil.’

‘In this way, I’ve made a fortune. Moreover, Spirit-Condensing Soil is the highest-grade soil I can currently produce, which can in turn strengthen my Great Magic.’

Locke, seeing this, was more pleased than worried.

‘So that’s how it is. You can transform Great Magic like this, both for fighting and for making money?’ “As expected of a wizard from Golden Crown Mountain, he really knows how to handle things.”

“Good, now there’s a way to get through this.”

Locke looked up and saw that the Death Dragon had turned around, opened its mouth, and was about to eat him.

Alarm bells rang in Locke’s heart.

He suddenly realized something: for the Death Dragon, its main food was various kinds of dragons, although not including giant dragons.

But that only meant that its main food source did not include giant dragons.

If it encountered an extremely weak giant dragon…

but for the Death Dragon, that would be a rare delicacy bestowed upon it by heaven. Good heavens, it turned around not because it was tricked into coming to save him, but to eat him.

The law of the jungle, survival in the wilderness, this is the food chain law of the Dragon Mountain Range!

Locke’s dragon pupils suddenly shrank, and he directly used the second-circle bloodline universal spell model [Burn to Ashes], burning all the energy in his body and sublimating it to the extreme in an instant, and then crashing into the Death Dragon’s tail.

The Death Dragon was startled by Locke’s sudden resurgence.

Wasn’t it almost dead?

What happened?

The next moment, Locke used all his strength to bite down hard on the Death Dragon’s tail, leaving a bite mark. Then, like a giant dragon burrowing machine, Locke, with its dragon head raised, bit a wound into the Death Dragon’s continent-sized body and burrowed inside.

The Death Dragon was furious. That damned, wounded, dying stupid dragon had burrowed into its tail like a parasite!

Aaaaah!

(End of Chapter)