This wizard only wants to take students.

Chapter 253 Confrontation
As the gray-white airflow quickly merged into the dream rule slate, the line of somewhat blurry text gradually became clear.

Not long after, a new line of tadpole characters appeared at the bottom of the slate. At first, these tadpole characters were a strange grayish white color, but soon they turned into a light golden color, looking very similar to other normal tadpole characters, except that one could vaguely see a faint grayish white airflow at the connection between these characters and the dream slate.

These gray-white air currents representing the power of "distortion" forcibly bonded the line of text to the dream slate like glue, and incorporated the new line of rules into the dream rules in a short period of time, allowing the dream rules to treat it as a "same species".

This is a distortion and perversion of the rules, or an invasion and tampering of the rules of dreams.

Dream rules (fake): It is forbidden to use any extraordinary props!

Invisible rules came, and this new rule was conveyed to the minds of all players, including Lucian.

Suddenly, countless blurry translucent chains descended, sealing the effects of all props on all players, including storage space. Even the animal skin bag used to wrap [Lula] was forced to shrink, and directly "spit out" Lula before it had time to "enlarge".

wow——

Lucian had just hurriedly put the [Lula], which was only the size of an adult's palm, into his pocket. At this time, the wizard's notebook that was floating in the air beside him had its power completely sealed. It fell to the ground like an ordinary notebook, and the animal skin pages inside were rustling in the wind.

"Without that quill, what are you going to do?" In his mind, the goblin priest's voice had a hint of pride, and he was obviously very satisfied with his method of cutting off the source of the problem.

“Do you think that the rules within this dream layer can seal the means of a great master?” Lucian chuckled, seemingly unconcerned about the dilemma in front of him.

Without the obstruction of the elemental puppets, Lucian simply approached the sacrificial tower at a relatively steady pace. At the same time, he carefully observed this creation from the chaotic civilization. Looking at the black and gray lines entangled with each other on the altar tower, he felt a strange feeling of both chaos and balance.

These lines formed one pattern after another. Some looked like tangled balls of thread, while others seemed to form some abstract animals. However, these patterns gave Lucian a faint sense of threat. He had a feeling that if the energy contained in these special patterns were to explode, the lethality would probably exceed the scope of normal second-level witchcraft. Some of the more complex patterns might even reach the level of third-level witchcraft or even higher.

This was the crystallization of wisdom from another top civilization. Lucian could feel the touch of this pattern after just a quick glance at it.

If he is given more time to study these special patterns and learn from them, and if he can learn a little bit, he might be able to create one or two first-level or even second-level witchcraft with special effects more easily.

Unfortunately, the goblin priest hiding in the dark would not give Lucian so much time. After all, he could not permanently distort the dream rule slate. Even for the goblin priest, it was very difficult to forcibly manipulate the "distorted rules" he controlled to tamper with the dream rule slate.

This is like a young boy swinging a sledgehammer with the help of some skills. Perhaps with the help of these skills he can barely swing the sledgehammer vigorously, but the lack of strength will cause him to quickly lose control of the sledgehammer. The longer he delays, the more likely he is to suffer a strong backlash.

For the goblin priest, the consequences of this backlash are even more serious, because what he is trying to tamper with are the core rules within the dream world, and these rules are specially prepared to "capture" prey like him.

This is like a cunning mouse using the switch on a mousetrap. The longer it uses it, the greater the chance of being caught. Once caught, the goblin priest will have no choice but to die.

“I’ll give you one last chance. Leave your storage ring behind and get out of here!” The goblin priest’s voice echoed in Lucian’s mind again. At the same time, thirteen gray-white air currents popped out from inside the crooked altar tower and quickly formed thirteen creatures of different appearances.

There are beasts that look like tigers and leopards, Cyclops giants that are over ten meters tall, and super small individuals that are only the size of a baby's thumb...

These individuals were of varying strengths, but all had a pair of gray eyes. They all looked at Lucian, and their mouths were saying the same words, "Wizard, do not attempt to anger and provoke a god!"

Lucian sneered.

Although these mist creatures look a bit intimidating, judging from the aura they emit, their strength is not that strong. The most powerful one is only close to the level of a second-level wizard. Most of the mist creatures are only at the peak of a third-level wizard apprentice or an ordinary first-level wizard. This is not a difficult opponent for Lucian.

As long as he killed them, nothing would be able to stop him from destroying the altar tower... A hint of bloodthirstiness flashed in Lucian's eyes, and he took a step forward and began to sprint towards the group of misty creatures.

But he had just taken two steps forward when Lucian braked.

He immediately raised his head and looked into the void, revealing a brilliant smile. Then Lucian stretched out his right hand and raised his middle finger towards the void.

"It almost worked." Lucian said to the goblin priest who was watching the scene. Although he didn't know if the other party could understand the meaning of his international gesture, sometimes... making yourself happy is the most important thing.

However, Lucian still felt a little scared at this time, because the goblin priest's attack on him was silent, making him unable to defend himself.

Just like just now, the goblin priest used the same method he had used before to influence his emotions, distorting and amplifying his desire to win!

If Lucian had not been blessed with the effect of the command at this time, which reduced the influence of his desire to win and only made him a little excited but not impulsive, he would probably have been entangled with the thirteen mist creatures at this time, and perhaps something very unfavorable to him would have happened.

“Let me guess, how long can you maintain this state? An hour? A quarter of an hour? Or even less?” Lucian paused calmly and straightened his clothes. “I’m afraid it won’t be long before your aura is completely exposed. Haha… What will happen to the fat fish that sneak into the net cage to eat?”

"I admit that you have something, kid." The goblin priest's voice became calm at this time. The anger, irritability, powerlessness and other emotions just now have disappeared at this time. As a being who can play with or even control the emotions of the enemy, the goblin priest will naturally not make some low-level mistakes in terms of emotions. In fact, for him, emotions are a kind of weapon, whether it is his own emotions or the opponent's emotions.

Wow—the thirteen misty figures just now disappeared in an instant, and then condensed into a somewhat blurry short figure. He did not give people a vicious feeling. Instead, he looked very comfortable and approachable, like a kind old man blowing in the breeze under the sun.

However, the old man's peculiar ear structure allowed Lucian to quickly identify him, because this was what a goblin priest looked like.

"As you can see, the time I can tamper with the stone tablet is extremely limited, but... I believe I can hold on longer than that little guy. Hmm... I can actually see wizards and the order mages of the Gray Mist civilization working together. Interesting... Well, it's really interesting."

The goblin priest chuckled and clapped his hands softly. Although no sound was made, his calmness still made Lucian's heart sink slightly.

He subconsciously wanted to turn back to check the status of the paper judge, but Lucian quickly gave up the idea and forced himself to remain calm and continue confronting the goblin priest.

After all, facing an opponent who can influence and manipulate emotions, he cannot leave any opportunities for the other party to take advantage of on the spiritual level.

"I have similar ideas, but it's just a short-term collaboration and there is no conflict."

After Lucian sorted out his thoughts, he looked at the goblin priest, only to find that he had conjured up a set of tables and chairs at some point, and was now sitting leisurely on the chairs. There was even a cup of drink that looked a bit like thick soup on the table made of grayish-white mist.

“Have some?” The goblin priest chuckled, as if he was not talking to Lucian, but to an old friend he had known for many years.

He poured Lucian a glass of an unknown drink and quickly made a "chair" for Lucian to sit on. "Since you are confident and I am confident too, why don't we sit down and see if it is the dream rules that catch me first, or the order mage from the Gray Mist Civilization who collapses first."

As he said this, there was a calm look on the goblin priest's face. He took a sip of the drink in front of him and revealed a very intoxicated expression.

“You don’t seem afraid of death.” Lucian did not accept the inexplicable drink from the other party. Instead, he looked at the goblin priest carefully, trying to find more details from him.

"Death? For me, it just means returning to the arms of the Mother Goddess. I will continue to live in her kingdom of God, and revive again in the distant future. This is fate, and it is what I think in my heart." The goblin priest put down the bowl of soup in his hand, his eyes calm, and he even looked a little pious.

“Death is just a destination and a turning point, but it is not the ultimate, nor is it the only one.”

“In front of the Supreme Being, there is no boundary between life and death. They are just concepts of different stages of life. We praise the Supreme Being, obey Him, serve Him... and will eventually receive His grace and blessings.”

Lucian glanced at the goblin priest, whose eyes were extremely clear. If he had not known what the Mother of Chaos was before, he might have been misled by this guy's pious look and regarded the Mother of Chaos as a supreme being that possessed truth, goodness and beauty.

“Hehehe…” Lucian laughed dryly. He always felt that the relationship between himself and the goblin priest was a little weird at this moment.

After all, the judge paper figurine was fighting with the power of rules controlled by the goblin priest, while he was chatting with the other party's consciousness here...

“Let’s not talk about it anymore. Otherwise, I don’t think we can reach an agreement on the issue of the Mother Goddess.” The goblin priest looked at Lucian, his tone sounding very relaxed and confident.

He spread his hands gently, "We can seek common ground while reserving differences. After all, I know exactly what the secret mage wants."

"I have nothing to do right now. If you are interested, I can tell you for free. Um... I have some other questions. You can ask me while I am in a good mood. Hehe, it is not common to have a god willing to answer your questions."

The goblin priest showed a kind smile, and with the blessing of this smile, his image seemed even gentler, without the fierce and ferocious look of ordinary chaotic life.

"I, Abdureshit de Blackburn, swear to the Mother Goddess of Chaos that everything I am going to tell this wizard is true. If I break my oath, I will be subject to the 'Seven Sins Punishment' of the Mother Goddess." The goblin priest chuckled, but uttered the most solemn oath for a chaotic life.

Then, He looked at Lucian at ease, his dark green eyes seemed to be filled with encouragement and tolerance. "Young wizard, what do you want to ask? Haha, I forgot to introduce myself. You can call me Mr. Abu. According to the realm of your wizard world, my strength level is... the peak of the fifth-level wizard, which is infinitely close to the level of the sixth-level wizard."

"I think, even if you are an outstanding young generation in the wizarding world, it would be difficult to meet a fifth-level wizard, right?" The goblin priest Abu crossed his legs and looked more like someone who came here to talk and make friends rather than to fight to the death.

"Mr. Abu...you seem to know a lot about our wizarding world?"

"Yes, I met a fifth-level wizard in the World Corridor." Abu smiled. "My strength was not at the current level at that time, but that fifth-level wizard left a deep impression on me. From him, I got a lot of information about the wizard world."

“You and him... are friends?” Lucian was a little surprised.

"No." Abu smiled strangely, and at the same time stretched out his long and pointed tongue to lick his lips, as if he was reminiscing, but more like savoring the taste. "He tastes very good."

(End of this chapter)