Wizard: Become stronger by drawing cards from the potions variety show

Chapter 706

“They took the bait.”

One of the Dark Destroyers' high-ranking members tapped his fingers lightly on the table, leaning forward as if trying to get a clearer view of the scene on the monitor.

"To be precise, they're about to take the bait."

Of all the beings, the Dark Lord was the most serene.

His attention was entirely focused on the monitor in front of him.

The wizarding world is a more advanced world with more abundant resources than theirs.

The Annihilation World is too old; its depleted resources are simply insufficient to support a larger population. In a world war that has reached a stalemate, they have no future.

In the limited time available, they must find a chance to turn the tide.

Taking risky measures is a last resort.

A colossal floating city descended upon the city of the end.

The residents of the End City, whether they had ascended to immortality or not, all looked up at the colossal creature that blotted out the sky.

This is the wizard's ultimate method, and also the core means used to accelerate the war's progress and unify the implanted magical rules after the war had progressed to the middle stage: the floating city.

At this moment, one wizard tower after another stands atop the floating city.

These wizard towers draw magic from the magic pools of the floating city, and through the collaborative transformation of the wizard towers, they complete the complex formed by the condensation of numerous magical creations.

The rules of magic coalesced within the floating city, manifesting as trails that resembled roots probing downwards.

"coming!"

This wasn't the first time they had witnessed the role of floating cities. At a crucial juncture in the world war, during the defense of Moon City, all the personnel from the satellite cities were gathered together. It was only after the floating cities intervened on the main battlefield that the situation shifted.

In the eyes of the Dark King, the strategic-level weapon damage erupted from the floating city like raindrops, densely falling on Moon City.

When everything settled down, Moon City had been plowed into a bottomless abyss.

Any resistance was wiped out by them, as they had been subservient to the world.

This is an unparalleled power, and it's why the Wizarding World has the confidence to fight with such a small number of people.

Because a wizard's battles involve analyzing the world until they thoroughly understand its rules. They can then insert magical rules as the underlying logic and, through rule permissions, open them up to the floating city that unifies the rules.

Although the deployment of floating cities requires a long period of rule collection, the very existence of floating cities is a core manifestation of wizarding wisdom. Any ability system that does not utilize the rules as well as the wizarding world cannot resist the attacks of floating cities.

The same applies to the Annihilation world.

They can gain a certain advantage on the battlefield through numbers, but it is difficult to cause effective casualties. Wizards deal with war more by touching and collecting the rules of the world through various means.

Whether it's fighting or killing, the goal is to dismantle resistance and better collect the rules.

It's like a dead end. They can struggle in a limited space, but as the space gets smaller and smaller, they will die sooner or later.

In the world of Annihilation, there are also many insightful individuals who can deduce this from limited information. As a result, there are quite a few groups within the City of the End advocating surrender. Even the King of Annihilation knows that many of his subjects hold this view.

Many of them have even started selling information in order to gain some status after wizards dominate the world.

But how could those stupid pigs know the difference between being raised by a wizard and the pigs raised for slaughter in the royal palace?

However, if my plan comes to fruition, then everything will be different.

Even in dire straits, the Dark Lord still discovered two key factors that could be exploited, one of which was the wizards' pride.

Another is one's own familiarity with the world.

The Dark King's eyes flickered.

The tentacles of the floating city descended, enveloping the final city.

All the Dark Ones in the End City could sense that the surrounding environment had changed.

Their breathing became difficult, and various symptoms appeared on their bodies. Some insects developed spots, some grew tender buds and tentacles, and some had their organs mutated. Of course, many more insects exploded and died.

In environments with extremely high levels of magic, all non-magical creatures will be passively transformed by magic, with the incoming magic circulating within their bodies.

A sufficiently gifted creature will thus acquire some special abilities, and magic will naturally flow through its body according to specific rules.

There are also creatures with slightly weaker talents who, although they do not have special insights, can at least store magic power and condense it into magic crystals in their bodies.

If one lacks even the most basic instinct to store energy, the magic power within the body cannot be absorbed and retained, and will be overwhelmed in a magic-rich environment.

Within the city of the End, religious groups of all sizes gathered from every corner. They wore robes imitating wizards, with strange patterns tattooed all over their bodies, and knelt and worshipped the floating city in every open place in the city of the End.

Some of them also underwent mutations, and many others had their bodies twisted, unable to contain magic power, and were on the verge of exploding and dying. However, thanks to the spells on their skin, they channeled the magic power in the environment into their runes and stored it.

After its body contracted several times like a balloon, it narrowly escaped exploding.

I saw blood splattering around me from time to time.

These people who believed in the wizards were secretly relieved. Fortunately, they had accepted the wizards' recruitment in advance; otherwise, I might have been one of those who exploded and died.

Thinking of this, these pro-witness followers knelt on the ground in humility.

Of course, not everyone underwent the mutation. Those who had already ascended to immortality did not experience any special sensations.

Even though the magic in the environment had changed, they actually felt more comfortable.

It's like being in a dry environment where your skin feels burning hot, and then suddenly you're immersed in a hot spring.

The wings unconsciously and greedily absorbed the magic in the surrounding environment.

After completing its metamorphosis, the Butterfly Annihilator should have been able to transform even more thoroughly. Unfortunately, the surrounding environment lacked magic, so the evolution was halted. Now, with a sufficient supply of magic, the wings, acting as a container, immediately absorbed magic, propelling the body to continue its subsequent evolution.

The patterns on the wings intertwined and merged into the entire bodies of these Dark Ones, extending from their backs.

Within their bodies, a network structure has formed. Although not as unrestricted as that of wizards, whose entire bodies are products of rules and whose magic can flow freely, the magic network that is densely distributed within their bodies forms a fixed shape, which can better assist their wings and unleash their innate magic.

However, at that moment, the magic supply was interrupted.

It was as if a thin film was covering their mouths and noses, making it impossible for them to breathe. Despite the abundant and rich magical energy around them, they were unable to absorb any of it.

These butterflies, which have just completed their further metamorphosis, desperately need magic power. The lack of magic power is even more unbearable than hunger. The empty magic network in their bodies is now expanding outwards, trying to compete for magic power.

This feeling was like being pierced by a thousand arrows. Moreover, because their talents were the shape of their souls, a new form formed by condensing a part of their souls, the patterns on their wings weakened rapidly after they lost their magic. As part of their souls, their souls also began to weaken.

The consequence of a weak soul is being plagued by all sorts of terrifying thoughts.

Soul torment, body torture.

Addiction itself is not an illness, but it is more difficult to endure than any other illness.

……

The commander-in-chief was watching the situation unfold through a mental network.

The palace master of the Gemini Palace reported, "The assimilation plan has been successful. Next, if we follow the original procedure, the next step is to receive them, detain them, and transfer them. Commander, what do you think..."

The commander-in-chief said, "Then let's continue."

That's right, the Twin Palaces had already infiltrated the End City long ago, and many of the End City's resistance measures were planned and promoted by the Twin Palaces.

Among them, the Dark Ones are extremely adaptable due to the world's environment. Wizards naturally do not overlook their racial talents. Rather than letting them carry out their own tasks, which carries the risk of slipping out of control, it is better to guide them so that they can be better utilized by the wizards.

Therefore, in the City of the End, the Ascension Plan, which was vigorously promoted by the Dark Lord and secretly assisted by the Gemini Wizards, was successfully implemented.

The most crucial point is that this plan will capture all the top talents in the Dark World.

……

"Give me magic, I want magic."

"My body hurts so much, it hurts so much!"

The Ascension-born Dark Ones had just used the magic that wizards were best at to teach these wizards a lesson, and were still in high spirits. But the next second, the pain in their bodies and souls came like a tide, wave after wave, seemingly without end.

Forget about fighting, they couldn't even stand up at this moment, and were groaning on the ground.

The wizards on the battlefield did not pursue, but stood quietly in place.

The butterflies, pleading in anguish, extinguished the humans. Their pleas were answered, and a contract materialized before each of them.

"Every bit of magic belongs to the wizarding world. To absorb magic, you must sign a contract."

The very first sentence of the contract clearly states the wizard's purpose.

Fortunately, the wizards did not sign harsh slave contracts with them, but rather tribal affiliation contracts. After signing, they would automatically be assigned to a tribe, which would become a subgroup and an affiliated force of the Ministry of War.

Of course, that's the official claim, but in reality, the main affiliation is with the groups involved in this world war, as well as the various groups that funded it.

The Butterfly Annihilators had no choice. Once they merged with the rules of magic, they had no other options. The rules of magic would bring greater power, and there was almost no way to eliminate them. Their fate was already sealed the moment they came into contact with magic.

As one contract after another was signed, it also meant that the war in the Dark World was coming to an end.

The geniuses were all captured, and the City of the End exists in name only.

Just then, the commander-in-chief sighed softly, "As expected, there was a trap."

Everything went too smoothly, which was completely different from the previous desperate resistance of the Annihilators. Of course, one could also say that the Annihilators' confidence collapsed in the face of adversity, but as I said before, this was not normal.

Lucy is right.

……

The Dark King suddenly stood up.

"It's now!"

As one after another Ascended Annihilator signed the agreement, the fortunes of these individuals were gradually gathered into the hands of the Wizarding World.

However, at that moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the middle of the ground of the End City.

The crack spread extremely quickly, and it split the End City into two distinct sides.

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A grayish-black aura seeped out from the crack.

Upon seeing this, the commander-in-chief was slightly taken aback: "This is... an aura of destruction. Is it a harbinger of the world's collapse?!"

The Dark Lord watched as another crack appeared in the City of the End from left to right, and along these two cracks, more fine fissures appeared.

A gray-black mist shot up from the ground in an instant, stretching to the horizon.

The Dark King and the surrounding high-ranking officials stood up, no longer looking at the monitors, but went to the window and looked at the floating city not far away.

At this moment, the floating city was surrounded by flowing magic, and all kinds of propulsion facilities were operating at their maximum capacity, with blazing flames erupting like shooting stars.

Unfortunately, shrouded in this gray-black aura, it remained unable to move.

"The Dark Ones are witnesses to the end of the world; each one is a measure of the world's collapse."

"The world will not grieve because of destruction, but we have to consider the continuation of our race. Therefore, the cultivation system of every Dark Annihilator is to absorb the aura of destruction. The more powerful the Dark Annihilator, the more the destruction of the world will be delayed."

"And now, such a dense aura of destruction is gathered here, enough to accelerate the process of destruction."

"The direct cause of the world's destruction was naturally the floating city that received a massive number of Dark Ones, and the wizards inside. There was no way to escape."

It seems to be to prove the words of the Dark King.

The floating city swayed and shook, and the thick black fog extending from the mantle rippled outwards as it swayed.

Whether wizards or demons in the City of the End, after the first sweep of this gray-black wind, their flesh and blood dissolve, leaving only withered bones. After the second sweep, their bones wither and they perish, reduced to ashes. After the third sweep, their spirit is obliterated, leaving no trace.

Even the prelude to the destruction of the world is terrifying.

Meanwhile, the floating city's struggles in the air gradually ceased.

Even the ripples that spread outwards have such an effect; at this moment, the floating city is probably completely empty.

The Dark King said softly, "Let's go, it's our turn to go."

In the distance from the floating city, a small spaceship appeared, its surface covered with sticky black cocoons.

The same black mist permeated the surface of these cocoons, and it was this mist that interfered with the floating city's perception.

(End of this chapter)