Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 928

Chapter 923 The 17 Black and White Magic Books Destroyed, A Terrifying War of Historical Materials!

Faced with the other party’s request, Locke pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, “We are both archaeological wizards. You should understand that for archaeological wizards, secrets are wealth.”

“If I answer your question, as an equivalent price…”

Maxwell smiled.

“Indeed, it seems the world five hundred years from now is still quite interesting. Alright, as a reward for finding me, if you answer my question, you can ask me three questions, and I will try my best to answer them.” “

After all, this is the reward for finding me.”

Maxwell crossed his arms.

“It’s our archaeological tradition. Finding someone allows you to ask them questions, and that person must answer them. I’ve met a few times with some old geezer who placed some kind of bet on me… That guy is always cunning, hypocritical, and adept at deceiving others for his own benefit. But anyway, as is the tradition of archaeological wizards, since you’ve met me, I should give you something.” “

Although I didn’t originally intend for anyone to see me.”

Locke pondered for a moment. Three questions?

One question was to exchange secrets with him, and the other two were the reward for finding a way to face the other person face-to-face.

The other person was truly… imitating the founder in every way.

The influence of a high-ring wizard on the academic atmosphere of a discipline is indeed very serious.

Locke replied, “It’s the Supernatural Purgatory.”

“The Supernatural Purgatory of the Golden Crown Senate collected the soul of that werewolf after his death, and then he became a purgatory creature within the purgatory. I found you through him.”

Wizard Maxwell showed a look of astonishment.

“Five hundred years ago, I didn’t know your Golden Crown Senate had such a thing. Is it public knowledge now?”

“So that’s how it is. It turns out it was my momentary mercy back then.”

Wizard Maxwell gave a bitter smile.

“What a joke, the cycle of karma,”

said the wizard Maxwell. “After I taught that werewolf magic, he quickly became arrogant. In fact, the moment I saw him, I knew he lacked willpower. Before he mastered the power, he could still live a normal life. But after gaining power, he will find it difficult to control himself.” “

It’s like giving a child a knife, which is equivalent to giving that child a disaster.” “

It’s a matter of perspective. If I give that child a knife, will the child grow up faster? No, it won’t. He will only have to risk his life before he even has a chance to grow up, because he already has that knife.” “

I conducted this experiment with the child and the knife to see whether the impact of the Enlightenment on the Endless Void was positive or negative.”

Locke nodded. It was impressive that the other party dared to conduct such an experiment at the ordinary second-ring stage.

However, this was irrelevant to him.

His purpose in coming here was still to ask about the war between the archaeologists at the border of darkness and light five hundred years ago.

Maxwell the wizard said, “I was hesitant at first, but he was so persistent, so I taught him magic anyway. Later, he killed more and more people in that small world, and with his power, he began hunting down all the magic users in the world. He wiped them all out.”

“This werewolf, who knelt before my door for a year and a half, claiming he was learning magic for justice, killed all his opponents for his own benefit.”

“Later, I felt there was no need to continue the experiment, so I stopped it and took him away from that small world. I left him near Mount Golden Crown, because at the time I was disguised and studying there.”

“Later, it seems he became too arrogant, daring to attack a wizard from a small mountain in the wizarding world. He ultimately paid the price with his life; that wizard considered him a dark wizard and killed him.”

Maxwell smiled bitterly. “There’s a second reason why I say it’s a cycle of karma. I once told this to an old man, and I used wizards from other disciplines to find him. Who knew that now, in the darkness, another wizard has found my traces through a supernatural purgatory—a wizarding secret realm built by a power master.”

“Back then, I cleared all the negative energy particle fields related to me from his body, believing that no one could investigate me from him. Who knew this would happen?”

Locke pondered. “I see. I was wondering why you left such a big flaw. I guess it’s because the souls in the supernatural purgatory aren’t the true souls of a living being, but merely a collection of fluctuations. Therefore, although you eliminated what was related to you from him, those things reappeared in the supernatural purgatory.”

Maxwell said, “That should be it.”

“I don’t understand power science, but that should be true,”

said the wizard Maxwell. “Then you can ask me questions.”

Locke said, “My first question is, I want to know if the Black and White Codexes were destroyed during the war between the archaeologists at the border of light and darkness, as recorded in this travelogue?”

The wizard Maxwell’s pupils constricted slightly.

“I see.”

“Yes, some were destroyed. A total of 17 Black and White Grimoires were destroyed.”

“Because the Black and White Grimoires can be considered the magical artifacts of an archaeological wizard, and the best kind at that. Therefore, destroying the magical artifacts of the opposing school, or preventing them from being taken by the opposing school to strengthen their school, became the key point of the war. And as time progressed, the one hundred Black and White Grimoires, which were originally indestructible from their inception, became vulnerable to destruction.”

“During that war, two special magical artifacts capable of destroying the Black and White Grimoires appeared. One was called the [Black Bone Great Sacrifice Blade], and the other was called the [Pale Hunting Dagger]. The sudden appearance of these two weapons in the historical war was not a coincidence in retrospect; more than one force wanted to destroy the Black and White Grimoires.”

Locke originally thought that the historical war that took place at the border between the Dark and Light was just a small-scale war, but who knew it was such an exaggerated war.

Locke wondered, why is there no history now about such a brutal war? Could a decree from above really erase history?

But this is even better.

If 17 copies of the Black and White Codex were destroyed in that war, then entering a parallel universe of that war would be the most likely way for him to obtain them.

Locke considered for a moment before asking his second crucial question.

“I need specific information about that war. Please give it to me.”

Maxwell the wizard said dismissively, “What’s so difficult about that?”

He chanted the incantation, and a spell flew out, landing on him and instantly granting him access to the relevant information.

Locke’s pupils constricted sharply.

He had obtained it.

With this information on the Historical War, he could activate the Parallel History Spell and directly enter that Historical War.

Locke quickly glanced at the information. Although Maxwell hadn’t given him the entire Historical War, he had provided information on a partial battle.

The information involved over a dozen wizarding universities,

over a dozen third-ring wizards and throne wizards,

and even conflicts between several Truth Wizards.

This wasn’t like the Five Great Wars of Cloudswamp, which appeared to be wars but were merely a testing method; it was a genuine civil war among wizards.

Locke sensed the scale of this war.

Wizard Maxwell looked at Locke and suddenly said, “I’ll give you some good news for free. The higher-ups… don’t like people knowing the inside story of the Historical War. So, smart people won’t delve too deeply into this kind of thing.”

“If you delve too deeply into this stuff, you’ll end up like me, completely forgotten in the mainstream wizarding world.”

Locke felt a knot in his heart.

Indeed.

Maxwell, so fond of the limelight, vying for influence with the ancients, wanting to leave his mark on major, significant tombs.

He wanted to become history.

Why would such a figure disappear from the modern world?

Wizard Maxwell looked at Locke and said, “Having asked those two questions, you should have gotten what you wanted. Now, do you have any further questions?”

Locke asked Wizard Maxwell, “A third question. Mr. Maxwell, why were you blacklisted by ‘the higher-ups’?”

Locke’s eyes flickered as he asked directly.

After all, as an archaeological wizard, he was indeed very interested in secrets, so he directly asked about the mystery that currently intrigued him most.

Wizard Maxwell sat in his chair, his body still in a quantum flickering posture.

“You rascal, it seems every archaeological wizard dies because of curiosity.”

He raised his left hand, his index finger pointing to the sky.

“Above? What higher authority has such power in today’s world?”

“Moreover, it’s not just me who’s been blacklisted, it’s the entire discipline related to me. You probably haven’t heard of ‘Experimental Historical Sociology,’ have you? Heh, there’s no point in memorizing it now, it’s just a waste of your brain cells.” “

Currently, any journal involving this discipline is reviewed by the ethics committee. Any application for this discipline will absolutely be rejected by the funding agency.”

“Wizards in this discipline are prohibited from using important equipment such as key laboratories and key archives. They are prohibited from setting up related sub-forums at inter-wizard academic conferences.”

“Students from no specific region are assigned to this discipline…”

“This is the erasure of my entire discipline.”

“No scholarship, no funding, no resources, no exchange. I can only be forced to hide. Alas.”

Wizard Maxwell said, “Just because I conducted an experiment in Experimental Historical Sociology that was extremely dangerous for the White Wizarding Association.”

Locke looked at him suspiciously.

Maxwell the wizard curled his lip and sneered, “I simulated a world where dark wizards existed before white wizards, the opposite of our current world. I wanted to deduce that future. The result…”

Locke asked, “What were the results of the experiment?”

Maxwell the wizard looked at Locke, suddenly standing up, “This is the fourth question. You’ve broken a taboo. You can’t take any answers from an archaeological wizard for free.”

“I’m very angry with you.”

“Knowing this won’t do you any good. Locke Augustine, don’t interfere in other people’s fates.”

Locke hadn’t expected the other to mention his name so readily.

He saw a historical reenactment spell model appear in Maxwell’s hand. He

just didn’t know if the historical reenactment spell model used by a virtual character within this historical reenactment spell model could transmit the acquired information to the other’s true form.

Maxwell the wizard said, “Alright. I will eliminate this only loophole.” The

historical reenactment spell model in his hand changed, becoming a historical boundary marker spell. A massive boundary marker descended from the sky, crashing down on the werewolf demon within the historical reenactment spell model.

The young werewolf demon seemed terrified; he was powerless to resist, and in the next moment, his head was smashed open.

At the same time, it wasn’t just the werewolf demon’s head that was smashed open, but also Locke’s Historical Reappearance Spell model.

“Something’s wrong.”

Locke looked at the negative energy particle field flowing within his spell model.

“No way, could the Historical Boundary Spell attack a negative energy particle field?”

Locke discovered that the entire negative energy particle field was being annihilated by the Historical Boundary Spell.

And because this negative energy particle field was above the Supernatural Purgatory, the entire Supernatural Purgatory was affected.

The werewolf demon in the Supernatural Purgatory stared blankly at the sky, at the scene that seemed to be on the verge of destruction.

His memories of Maxwell were rapidly fading. At

Golden Crown Mountain, in the Peach Orchard, Antoine stood on the Inheritance Spell Array, stunned.

Why?

Because the Inheritance Spell Array was vibrating.

Antoine incredulously cast a Power Magic Spell Model to stabilize the Inheritance Spell Array.

“No, how come the Supernatural Purgatory is already showing signs of collapse so soon after Locke entered?”

“What did he do in there?”

Because the Historical Boundary Marker Curse killed the werewolf demon king from the past in the historical replay, it essentially granted him the authority to reopen the gates of the Supernatural Purgatory.

Locke was teleported out of the Supernatural Purgatory.

At the same time, the wizard Fisher used some kind of teleportation magic to appear before them. He looked at Antoine and asked, “What did you do?”

Antoine looked innocent.

“I don’t know.”

The wizard Fisher looked at Locke.

“What exactly did you do?”

“Never mind, I’ll tell you later.”

The wizard Fisher quickly chanted a spell. As he chanted, his magic power fluctuated, and a huge energy sphere condensed in his left hand. Then he raised his left hand, and the energy sphere expanded to the size of a castle in an extremely short time.

He punched down, slamming it into the ground and stabilizing the Supernatural Purgatory!

(End of this chapter)