Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 783

Chapter 780 Fishing, Claiming Ancestor Status, and Blood Tonics

On the ruins of Verdandia University, two second-circle wizards from the Dark Wizarding Alliance appeared. One had just arrived from the Pale Pilgrimage, and the other was the second-circle wizard Locke and Hussein had encountered in the Southeastern Corner before.

Years ago, during the battle above Lilith’s Hut, that second-circle wizard had threatened the local White Wizarding Association’s allied forces with immense magic.

Locke still remembered that scene; the sky was split in two, one side black, the other white.

As a newly appointed wizard, Locke immediately felt as vulnerable as an infant, as if he had returned to his former weak state.

At this moment, Locke immediately recognized the second-circle wizard beside him as the same second-circle Dark Wizard he had looked up at from Lilith’s Hut.

Locke looked at this Dark Wizard; his hair was white, and the face beneath his dark wizard’s robes no longer possessed the godlike power.

Wrinkles lined his eyes, and his gaze was filled with caution, scrutiny, and assessment.

The other party was very nervous.

He seemed to be observing him, trying to understand the current situation.

This second-circle dark wizard’s magic pressure was approximately 15,000, and this was indeed him, but the aura emanating from his soul led Locke to estimate him to be around 1,000 years old.

In other words, this dark wizard had reached the limit of his lifespan; he was only barely maintaining it by using some methods.

‘So, he probably came to the Southeast Corner just to retire. I just didn’t expect that while he was in the Southeast Corner, he would encounter a mission sent by the Pale Pilgrimage Headquarters.’

Berber Morgan, the wizard, glanced at Locke, his eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and disbelief.

“What a young wizard.”

“Aren’t you even thirty yet? My goodness, even as a formal wizard, you’re still very promising at your age.”

“Seeing how ruthless you were earlier, I thought you were some kind of immortal old man, or at least a reincarnated wizard.”

Berber Morgan looked behind Locke, judging that this must be Locke’s first incarnation.

“However, as a second-circle wizard, isn’t it a bit inappropriate for you to repeatedly attack first-circle wizards?”

“According to custom, wizards of the same circle attack wizards of the same circle. Today you can attack a first-circle wizard as a second-circle wizard, and tomorrow a second-circle wizard from the Pale Pilgrimage can hunt down a first-circle wizard from your Golden Crown Mountain.”

Locke smiled, unconvinced.

“The old wizard actually recognized my origins.”

“But old wizard, haven’t you ever used your second-circle wizard’s magic level to fight a first-circle wizard?”

Wizard Berber Morgan paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

“Often.”

“That’s true. In this desolate land, there’s no need to concern ourselves with chivalry. He’s just a low-level wizard from a lower-level wizarding land. Let’s make a deal. That’s enough for today. You don’t care about the life or death of your wizard friend who betrayed the Blood Curse Court.”

“We, the Pale Pilgrimage, won’t attack your alma mater, Lilith’s Hut. How about that? Fair enough? Of course, you have to keep that female leader of the Ghostly Holy Church. After all, she’s the head of a subordinate organization of our Pale Pilgrimage’s Ghostly Hall.”

Locke fell into thought. The other party was actually willing to give up attacking Lilith’s Hut and disrupting their Black Wizard Alliance’s plans in the southeastern corner of the region in order to besiege Hussein.

He didn’t know why.

It seems that the inheritance of the progenitor wizard is really not easy to obtain.

On the other side, Hussein glared fiercely at the beast-shaped vampire marquis in front of him, with a golden mask, six red eyes on the mask, and eight pairs of black bat wings. Blood magic resonated with the surrounding magical tides, forming a blood ring.

The vampire marquis, Isaac, scoffed.

“Just some lowly leek, yet you dared to lure me out.”

“Unfortunately, your knowledge is limited. Hussein, is it?”

Isaac the wizard said, “Your wishful thinking is flawed. You’re just a lower-level wizard, your foundation is shallow, your knowledge insufficient. You obtained the legacy of the progenitor wizard, used the progenitor wizard’s progenitor blood, and attained his second ring.”

“That’s irrelevant to me. I’m not of your superior bloodline. Your attempt to lure me out is useless! Your superior bloodline consists of those progenitor wizards’ true disciples, vampire wizards. They can use [Claim Ancestor] on you.”

“As long as they appear near you, you’re finished.”

“Moreover, your situation is different from these leeks.”

Isaac the wizard opened his mouth wide, and behind his golden mask seemed to be the mouth of a demon god. The official wizards of the Blood Curse Court, who were just celebrating having a second-ring wizard intervene, hadn’t even reacted when suddenly Isaac’s magic was aimed at them.

The dark wizards’ expressions changed drastically. They tried to flee, but were stopped by Hussein’s eleven-shot attack.

Hussein seemed to be intentionally testing the Pale Pilgrimage wizards’ ability to subtly attack the Blood Curse Court’s dark wizards, to see just how much they could restrain a wizard.

Therefore, he allowed them to continue. He wanted to observe the situation and use it to deduce his own chances of victory against the Primordial Wizard’s avatar.

The next moment, those dark wizards who wanted to escape, and those who intended to resist, suddenly found themselves utterly unable to muster the will to fight Isaac.

Simultaneously, their magic was being continuously converted into their blood by the vampire curse, filling their blood with magic and magical pressure.

Then, their bodies and souls exploded one by one, transforming into the purest blood, flowing into Isaac’s body.

Originally, Isaac’s magic pressure was only 12,000, but after consuming the blood of these leeks and directly killing a third of the Blood Curse Court’s official wizards, his magic pressure temporarily increased from 12,000 to 13,000.

This increase in magic pressure was only temporary.

However, his life force seemed to have become slightly younger.

Hussein’s eyes changed slightly, because these Blood Curse Court black wizards, who had learned a tampered Blood Curse magic system, didn’t even have the strength to resist the second-circle wizards of the Pale Pilgrimage.

All their blood was directly drained, and everything they had was integrated into that blood.

The difference was so great.

Isaac laughed, “The Blood Curse Court in the Southeast Corner is merely food for our high-ranking vampires of the Pale Pilgrimage.”

“All the magic you’ve learned is just to integrate everything you’ve worked so hard to obtain into your blood, and then you become our mobile blood replenishment packs. Do you understand, Hussein? They are my blood replenishment packs.”

“And you, through receiving the legacy of the Ancestral Wizard, have become his life support,”

Wizard Isaac said dismissively. “But it’s your honor.”

“The Ancestral Wizard is high above and certainly wouldn’t care about such a small amount of magical pressure on you. Unless he has a special need, he usually won’t send out an avatar to collect you, his life support,”

Wizard Isaac said with his hands behind his back. “These things are not secrets to formal wizards.”

“We’re not those hypocritical white wizards, hiding everything, afraid others will know they’re exploiting us. Our principle as black wizards is: even if you’re a dog for a big shot, you have to have the ability.”

“Why should you learn magic if there’s no benefit? Can’t the big shots monopolize magic? Why should you learn magic just because you have the aptitude?”

“Everything comes at a price.”

“Hussein, since you’re the progenitor wizard’s life support, come back with me to the Pale Pilgrimage. The progenitor wizard will awaken from his eternal slumber in about a hundred years, ending yet another thousand-year slumber. Then, he’ll decide what to do with you.”

Hussein frowned, looking at Locke Augustine not far away, wondering what choice he would make.

Seeing this, Wizard Isaac laughed.

“The White Wizard is utterly hypocritical, though he is somewhat ruthless. But what good will it do him? Why would he help you?”

“Soon, you’ll be caught in a pincer attack by Berber and me. From the moment you accepted the Primordial Wizard’s legacy, this trap has been looming over you. But don’t despair; the reason I’m being given this opportunity is because you possess talent.”

“If the Primordial Wizard truly admires you, perhaps he wouldn’t treat you as just another life-enhancing tonic, but would elevate you to his true personal student. Who knows? You might as well surrender.”

The next moment, Wizard Isaac froze. He looked down and saw that his vampire demon body, which served as a permanent defensive shell, had been pierced by a demonic plant.

It was the Summer Demonic Plant, Pinellia!

“Roar~”

Wizard Isaac roared, a terrifying magical pressure sweeping outwards from beneath his feet. “Lock Augustine, you’re truly foolish.”

“Didn’t we already agree not to attack your alma mater, Lilith’s Hut? If so, what does this have to do with you?”

Locke laughed. “Hussein is my friend. If you want me to betray a friend, you have to offer a reasonable price. You actually used something that never happened as a bargaining chip to trade with me.”

“Dark wizard, that’s not how you trade. This is blatant robbery.”

“I’ve never made such a losing deal in my life.”

Wizard Isaac now had three arms. He turned one arm and plucked Banxia.

Hussein said, “Locke, the original version of the vampire transformation blood curse can become both a permanent defensive force field and a powerful spell.”

“Therefore, the vampire wizards of the Pale Pilgrimage, their vampire true god is their permanent defensive force field shell and powerful spell. They possess terrifying melee abilities and a recovery speed…”

The next moment, Isaac’s vampire demon hand, which was gripping Banxia, began to melt under the burning of Banxia’s summer magic.

Sparks appeared on his third hand.

Since there weren’t many high-ring white wizards present, Locke directly opened the beast panel. Even without using powerful spells, his magic pressure rose from 10,000 to 13,000,

the same as Isaac’s current magic pressure.

It was far above Hussein’s, but still below Berber Morgan’s 15,000 magic pressure.

The confidence of the two black wizards stemmed from the fact that they were veteran ordinary second-ring wizards, and their combined magic pressure was higher than that of Locke and Hussein, who had only recently become second-ring wizards.

Their spell pools were also richer.

Locke hadn’t even formed his own permanent defensive force field yet.

They had been observing from the sidelines without intervening, firstly because there simply wasn’t enough time; the two had infiltrated this gathering of dark wizards and launched a sudden attack—something they hadn’t anticipated.

Secondly, they wanted to observe Locke and Hussein’s methods.

Their willingness to act now indicated they were certain that even if Locke and Hussein joined forces, they could still find a way to deal with them.

However, neither of them had anticipated that Hussein had become an ordinary second-ring wizard through a special inheritance.

His actual strength was vastly different from theirs.

Locke, on the other hand, was different.

His apparent magic pressure was just over ten thousand, but his actual magic pressure was sixteen thousand.

Moreover, he possessed a beast panel, allowing him to maintain his magic pressure at nineteen thousand for an extended period without side effects, very close to that of a star-ring wizard.

This led to a serious miscalculation on both sides.

Isaac’s hand, which had been gripping Banxia, instantly turned into a piece of charcoal.

Amidst the clash of magical forces, Locke witnessed a medium-sized world where a tyrannical extraterrestrial demon god had emerged—the vampire demon god.

This so-called primordial vampire had used a blood conversion curse to transform most of the world’s inhabitants into vampires, then forcibly applied the “Ancestor” spell to the entire world, effectively kidnapping it and thus forcing out and corrupting the World Stone.

“I see,”

Locke realized.

“Both are second-circle wizards, but the methods for obtaining the World Stone are diverse. Dark wizards like Isaac conquered the entire plane, transformed its inhabitants, and then forcibly confronted the plane, obtaining the World Stone in this way.” “

While this is a bit crude, it’s not impossible. But it’s equivalent to either suppressing the world’s will of that medium-sized world or transforming it. Either way, it limits his own future,”

Locke concluded. “This is a shortcut, using the future as a price to elevate one’s own status.” “

If the Pale Pilgrimage follows this pattern, its potential won’t be very high.”

“But the Pale Pilgrimage likely has a third-ring wizard behind it, which means this wizard isn’t truly a mid-to-high-level member of the Pale Pilgrimage. He hasn’t learned their true abilities; he’s still just cannon fodder.”

Wizard Isaac roared in anger.

At the same time, a look of caution flashed in Wizard Berber’s eyes, because Locke’s magic pressure had reached 13,000.

Although he had 2,000 more magic pressure than Locke, his lifespan was already at its limit.

If he attacked too many times, he might die prematurely.

Wizard Berber sighed inwardly: “Back then, I actually paid attention to his magic pressure, after all, he was a young first-ring wizard who made a name for himself in the battle at Lilith’s Hut. But I quickly forgot about him, thinking he was just a nobody.”

“Who would have thought that this former nobody would now stand before me?”

(End of Chapter)