Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 785

Chapter 782 The World War and Xue Mei!

A beam of life energy, like a spear, refracted from Locke’s permanent defensive field towards the Berber wizard, and surged into the world where his ultimate magic resided.

The Berber wizard’s pupils suddenly contracted, because the flaw in his Death Aura spell model allowed Locke to seize the opportunity and establish a [World Passage] directly connecting with the world where his ultimate magic resided.

It bypassed his permanent defensive field.

The permanent defensive field shell was supposed to be an isolation net for a second-circle wizard, an asset isolation device for a second-circle wizard; once bypassed, it would extremely easily lead to a direct collision between two ultimate magics.

The Berber wizard muttered to himself.

“Lilith’s Hut?”

In his eyes, what should have been Locke’s reflection had now become a forest, a truly magnificent forest, lush and verdant, teeming with magical plants.

In the southeastern corner of the region, only the Forbidden Forest could possess a larger biodiversity than this forest.

This forest had now descended upon his very foundation—the Louis world.

Louis World—In the distant past, this was once a lush, verdant land where the distinct seasons of the Wood Elves and the human empire coexisted peacefully.

Occasionally, evil monsters would crawl out from beneath the earth.

But a thousand years ago, things changed. A necromancer descended upon this land, able to raise the dead from their graves and force them to work.

He could freely modify the undead, equipping their skeletons with powerful alchemical devices.

He felled trees, destroyed forests, seized winter, and dominated the cold season. He hijacked the winter with deathly energy, perpetrating massacres throughout the winter. Life on this plane dwindled from three billion to less than ten million through repeated slaughter.

And this population continues to decline daily.

The necromancer established a kingdom of the dead, uniting ice and death, and commanding four guardians of this world—four dragons—to maintain his rule.

The Wood Elves and humans were not even worthy of being his slaves,

for Berber only trusted the undead.

The undead were his servants. Initially, he harbored the idea of enslaving the living in this world, but he quickly discovered that the undead were more hardworking, more capable of serving him, and more loyal than the living, and they didn’t even make any demands on him.

Such ‘existence’ convinced Berber that gradually transforming this world into a completely undead plane was more in his interest.

Therefore, for centuries, the original inhabitants of the Louis world had not seen a single tree; the long winters had been completely forced to mingle with death, evil, and the neither-living nor-dead.

Beneath the vast ice plains lay countless frozen zombies.

A group of wood elves, natives of the Louis plane, dressed in deerskin, were gliding across the ice plains on skateboards made from frozen fish.

Suddenly, they stopped their busy hunting and stared in astonishment at a crack in the ice, within which lay a plant seed.

The next moment, a sapling sprouted from the ice fissure.

The wood elf children immediately crowded around, their eyes wide with astonishment. “What’s that?”

“Father, how can something green be growing on the ice shards?”

The older wood elves, those who still retained some memories of the forests of this world from the past, stared wide-eyed at the green sprout on the ice, momentarily incredulous.

Since the cataclysm of the undead descended upon this world a thousand years ago, the forest had vanished for over five hundred years.

And today, they were seeing the forest of their memories?

Hadn’t the necromancer, Emperor Berber, issued a strict decree forbidding any plants from appearing in this world?

An older wood elf looked at the ground, feeling a tremor emanating from beneath the ice.

Cracks appeared in the ice layer.

The old wood elf murmured to himself,

“The forest… has come back to life.”

He seemed to realize something and shouted,

“Run! The forest is alive! We must run! The ice is about to crack!”

At that moment, a full moon hung in the Louis world.

The full moon hung low, as if it would crash into the earth at any moment.

Beneath the ice, countless plant seeds sprouted, their growth shaking the ice, the power of life manifesting in these tremors.

Cracks began to appear on the eternally unyielding river of the Louis World, as the wood elves fled in panic and jubilation.

Meanwhile, on the other side of this world, in the Burial Ground, a place that held the concepts of winter, death, and ice hostage, a place where the deathly energy of the entire world converged, high-ranking undead responded to the call, raising their ice battle axes to the sky and roaring in fury.

At this moment, the wizard Berber sensed a life-or-death crisis.

For a second-circle wizard, the most terrifying form of combat was a direct clash between worlds containing powerful magic—

a war of worlds .

And once a war of worlds began, it was difficult to stop, for no one dared to voluntarily halt their advance; even a slight slowing of the offensive could allow someone to turn the tide and win.

Therefore, unless the gap in skill level is enormous, a world war under roughly the same magical pressure is essentially two second-circle wizards engaging in a brutal and unstoppable war of attrition with no room for maneuver.

This is why Locke previously felt that the Berber wizard’s millennia of research had been a waste of time.

Wizards are wise individuals who study the world, and for a wise individual to allow themselves to become entangled in such an unstoppable and unmanageable war of attrition is a disaster, a sign of incompetence.

Although the Berber wizard is old, he is too accustomed to bullying weaker opponents, always using his basic stats to crush the opposing wizard.

Thus, when facing an enemy of the same level, he actually used three spell models to form a chain attack, essentially engaging in a pure war of attrition with himself.

This is truly foolish.

He is fighting in the worst and laziest way for a second-circle wizard.

That clash of deathly torrents, to put it bluntly, is using the deathly energy of the entire world to clash with himself.

I had only recently become a second-circle wizard, so I couldn’t avoid clashing with his world in time. Even so, my own magical pressure was higher than his, and the total magical pressure of the Forest Sanctuary was higher than that of his Burial Ground.

Therefore, initiating a world war would be advantageous to him.

Since the leader of the Dark Wizard Alliance in the Southeastern Corner wanted to wage a world war against him, then he would start a war with him!

On the other side, the wizard Berber instantly realized that the problem was getting out of hand.

‘How did I end up in a world war with him? Oh no, my spell model…’

The wizard Berber hadn’t fought a second-circle wizard for an extended period in a long time.

At this moment, he suddenly realized.

‘Isn’t my spell model a disguised way of initiating a world war with the enemy? As long as the other party uses it slightly, they can start a world war with me.’

‘Essentially, the reason why my Death Torrent Chain Attack is so powerful is because I utilize the characteristics of [World War].’

The wizard Berber felt a chill run down his spine.

‘Once a world war is initiated, it becomes a chain of suspicion. Two wizards of similar skill levels, if either side slows down their attack even slightly, will be defeated, so unless one side wins completely, it’s impossible to stop the war.’

‘This is the worst fighting method for a second-circle wizard.’ ‘

Berber the Wizard was alarmed.

‘This is bad. He’s younger than me, his magical pressure is higher, by all accounts he has the upper hand. Strange? Since this is a World War, why hasn’t the second plane of reason descended here?’

‘What about the gravitational clash of planes formed by the World War?’

Berber the Wizard wondered, because he noticed that although Locke’s Moon of Evolution had clearly descended, he hadn’t detected the opponent’s medium-sized plane.

Berber the Wizard’s eyes lit up.

‘He’s still too young. Could it be that he hasn’t fully controlled that world? He hasn’t become the world’s ruler?’

‘Then, in this way, I’ll have an extra advantage in the World War!’

On the other side, Locke glanced at the battle between Hussein and Isaac the Wizard in the mortal realm.

Isaac the Wizard was clearly diverting some of his attention to prevent a sudden attack.

However, Locke had no intention of helping Hussein.

‘Hussein doesn’t fight battles he’s not confident of winning; he’s meticulous. I don’t need to help him.’ Locke pondered, “

Hussein seems opportunistic and focused on profit, but he’s extremely arrogant; otherwise, he wouldn’t have betrayed his teacher for this.”

“Communicating with him without respecting his abilities will only offend him.”

Locke glanced at the situation.

“Therefore, I don’t need to help him. Right now, I only need to focus on defeating my current opponent.”

Locke turned back and saw vast forests appearing across the ice plains of the Louis plane. These forests were made of ordinary trees, pioneering species.

Thanks to the surging evolution, they had all adapted to the ice plains and the undead environment, and after an initial period of hardship, the forests expanded rapidly.

After Locke mobilized his three major forests to infuse the Louis plane with life energy, within just ten minutes, forests had appeared on one-tenth of the entire Louis world.

It was as if a thin green garment had been draped over this silvery-white world.

In the world of Louis, the undead scourge, centered on the Burial Grounds, began issuing orders layer by layer. From the highest level, the Lich King of Louis, the orders spread through nine levels before reaching even the most ordinary skeletal soldiers.

These skeletal soldiers also showed signs of modification; their bodies were fitted with steel bones, and their hands were wielded as steel axes.

This undead scourge surged towards the newly formed forests, intending to completely clear them.

Tree after tree was felled by the steel axes in the undead’s hands.

Locke swung Banxia, and instantly the sky above the entire Louis plane surged with wind and clouds, with fiery clouds appearing in the sky.

Many undead on the icy plains were engulfed in flames.

They screamed and began to collapse.

From the forests appeared ordinary trees, transforming into treants.

Since he had left the Silent Plane, the levels of these treants had regressed over time.

After all, he no longer had the resources of a world to support him.

If the level of these tree-people wasn’t lowered, his own liquid capital wouldn’t be enough to support 100,000 ordinary tree-people.

In the Louis World, the tree-people used their canopies to form giant hands, knocking away one skeleton after another.

But more skeleton warriors followed, leaping onto the tree-people’s canopies and beginning to chop down the trees with steel axes.

‘Roar~’ The roars of four bone dragons rang out.

Clearly, the Berber wizard had realized that a world war had begun and had urgently mobilized his four bone dragons back to the Louis World.

Locke’s reaction was to directly summon the core of his Forest Sanctuary, the Ancient Tree of Life, and cast the [Moon Goddess Blessing Spell] on it.

He transformed the Ancient Tree of Life into a Tree-People, and instantly the Tree-People’s canopies became hands, the crowns became heads, and it became a hundred-meter-tall tree-people.

Locke used [One Tree Cannot Support] to control the tree-people, turning it into a wooden stake that fell from the sky and impaled itself on a bone dragon.

Immediately afterward, the Tree of Life unfurled its body, grabbing the wing of a skeletal dragon with one hand, and began to fight the four skeletal dragons in the sky.

The remaining creatures of the Louis World watched the battle in the sky, each one filled with fear yet also looking up with anticipation.

At the same time, Locke’s moonlight shone on the surface of this world.

“Because of the Silent Grail, I am quite experienced in direct clashes between the ecological communities (system reserves) of ultimate magic.”

“But my ultimate magic is not a forest. Berber has been bullying weaklings for too long and has completely missed the point. My ultimate magic is the moon.”

“What effect does your felling trees have on me? You’ve missed the point.”

Locke took out his second-ring Sea Gold Sand.

At this moment, the Sea Gold Sand had already broken in the middle, and if used again, it would probably die completely, so he did not use it.

Now, Locke extracted the essence of the moon from it and turned it into a Zero Potion.

“The evolution of all things begins from zero.”

Locke, seizing the opportunity of the World War, infused a portion of his power into an ordinary tree, then manipulated this tree-man to travel on land to the ocean of the Louis Plane.

Without hesitation, he cleaved the ice with his massive branch, stepping directly into the fissure and into the sea.

As the Moon of Evolution bathed this world, Locke checked how many plants remained.

Very few, of course.

A thousand years ago, the Cataclysm of the Dead descended, destroying almost all life in this world.

But in the heart of the ocean, the world gathered its remaining power, nurturing a magical plant that had reached the crystallization stage.

Locke looked at the snow plum before him, “This magical plant was created by the world gathering its last remaining power. Berber, among us, you haven’t fully mastered this world.”

“You were so careless as to not even notice this world’s final counterattack against you. Originally, this counterattack was too weak for you; at crucial moments, it would only cause you a minor setback.”

“But with me…”

Locke infused the snow plum with the essence of the moon.

“This world, let me complete this magical plant with you.”

In an instant, Locke sensed the remaining world power of the Louis dimension favoring him.

He once again entered a state of [doing as he pleased without overstepping the bounds].

(End of Chapter)