The Wizard: From Zero-Ring Wizard to Almighty Lord.

Chapter 197 The Decisive Battle is About to Begin
Chapter 197

Within the wizard's stronghold, the Spirit-Eyed Wizard obtained a sufficiently substantial token from the Puppet Wizard.

In a secret chamber, the Spirit-Eyed Wizard arrived and bowed slightly to the figure in a maple leaf robe sitting in the center of the chamber.

He then presented the token with both hands and respectfully handed it to the figure.

Sitting in the center was Qi.

The moment he received the token, Qi's eyes, which seemed to reflect the stars, flickered slightly.

Qi, on the other hand, looked at the Spirit-Eyed Wizard before him, even though he controlled the Spirit-Eyed Wizard through the Golden Scales.

However, this kind of control is somewhat disruptive, allowing one to use the other's body to speak, fight, and so on at certain times.

At crucial moments, he would take over and control the Spirit-Eyed Wizard's body.

"Before I truly leave this world, I still have the chance to encounter the gods of the various civilizations..."

Qi let out a long breath, his expression slightly wistful.

It was because he heard from the puppet wizard that the Mechanical City would hunt down the avatar of the Goddess of the Magic Web that he changed his mind halfway and came to this expedition plane.

In this dimension, although the plot did not unfold as he wished, it did not proceed entirely as he hoped.

For example, the sudden revival of the Goddess of the Magic Network interrupted his process of replenishing the energy of the Azure Sky Spirit, which was something he had not anticipated.

Qi was not overly angry about this; having experienced defeat in a war of civilizations, he never expected everything to go smoothly.

The more complex the plan, the higher the chance of failure.

He always understood that plans should be simple in order to survive in an uncertain reality.

For this reason, his plans never aimed for "perfection," but were carefully constructed around a few key conditions.

Now that the Goddess of the Magic Network has completed the refinement of more than half of the outer plane space, her aura has been rising steadily, finally crossing that threshold and stabilizing at the true "god" level.

This is the last prerequisite that must be met in the Qi plan.

Only when the gods descend can his next step of the plan be initiated.

"There is no need to wait any longer."

He whispered.

He extended his right hand, flicked his fingers, and in an instant, a dazzling golden vortex gate slowly appeared in the void, as if directly tearing apart the deep structure of space.

Within the vortex, the figure of a witch faintly emerged, dressed in a dark blue dress, with empty eyes and a mechanical, stiff expression.

She was Sonia.

Her soul, will, and power had long been sealed within Qi's golden scales, becoming one of the "puppets" he collected.

Within the golden scales, five wizard puppets from different levels are restrained according to their strength.

There is one wizard from the weakest apprentice to the first, second, and third levels, and finally to the strongest fourth level wizard, occupying each of the five quadrants.

Sonia is one of the puppets, a first-level wizard.

She did not resist or struggle; she simply followed Qi's will and slowly emerged from the vortex.

“Go to the material plane and talk to those wizards…”

Qi spoke calmly, but his gaze was as dark as an abyss.

Sonia nodded slightly, then stepped into the spatial vortex and disappeared quietly.

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From the outer plane, endless radiance surged in from all directions like a tide, eventually converging into that magnificent divine kingdom.

As the power of the Goddess of the Magic Network's divine array was fully activated, the originally scattered outer planes were gradually woven and swallowed by an invisible law, as if they were transformed into strands of spiritual silk, which were then entangled into the supreme divine realm she had created.

Today, this divine kingdom encompasses more than half of the outer planes, becoming a true domain under divine rule.

At the very core of this divine kingdom, a seven-layered magic array, seemingly suspended between reality and illusion, was constantly operating, radiating a dazzling, sacred light.

The believers sent here by the Goddess of the Magic Network poured their faith and soul power into the divine array without reservation, supporting the continuous operation of this massive structure.

At the very center of the divine array, the Seven Star Mage is positioned at the core, serving as the fulcrum of the array.

However, the goddess of magic, Mystra, no longer needs to personally guard the core of the formation.

She stood atop the highest point of the divine kingdom, her long dress billowing in the wind, as if all the magic and starlight in the world flowed around the hem of her skirt.

Her gaze passed through layers of divine light, overlooking the vast and boundless outer plane, brimming with immense power.

Her deep, dark eyes reflected the shifting and swirling planes of existence.

"One of the deities who sits at the highest position in the Pantheon...the goddess of life and nature, Sentia...how exactly did she perish in that war of civilizations?"

Mystra murmured softly, her voice low, yet containing a secret that would shake all the gods.

She was originally the current ruler of the Magic Network, holding a high position as a chief god, and controlling the Magic Network, the largest magic circulation system in the multiverse.

This power made her a giant among the gods, almost immortal.

But Mystra knew that being a "chief god" did not mean immortality.

Whether it was that Chantia or herself, before becoming the current "Goddess of the Magic Network," this divine position had changed hands twice.

That's right, even the supreme god can fall.

And she, Mystra, was merely the third ruler of this divine position.

Therefore, the title "Goddess of the Magic Network" is more like an inherited title than a divine name belonging exclusively to her.

Her own, more distinctive old name was "Midnight Lady" or "Miss Midnight".

This was her name before she became a god, an old name that had been buried by time and was almost lost to reality.

At this moment, after the high and mighty Goddess of the Magic Network was filled with all sorts of confusion, she seemed to have returned to the time when she was the "Midnight Lady".

Memories spread like water, and the Midnight Lady slowly narrowed her eyes.

She knew that in the war of that vanished civilization, Chantia was not the first to go to war.

As the embodiment of nature and life, Chantia is gentle and rarely advocates war; she could not possibly be the first attacker.

However, it was she who died.

It's not just "death," but the annihilation of divinity and authority, as if completely erased from the pantheon, leaving no trace.

"This is too bizarre..."

Her thoughts, like a web, subtly connected with another ancient and powerful being, the dark goddess Shar.

The one who ignited the flames of war in that ancient civilization war was the dark goddess Shar.

Miss Midnight was not unfamiliar with that goddess, but she was not very familiar with her either.

Because Shar is the dark goddess who existed since the beginning of the creation of the kingdom and the heavens, and is one of the oldest deities.

As for herself, she was merely the third-generation successor of the Goddess of Magic, incomparable to Shar in terms of status and history.

But the Lady of Midnight had an instinctive feeling that the death of that Chantia was probably related to Shar.

Otherwise, how could the divine status of a supreme god simply disappear forever?

Even the most basic traces of deity have disappeared?

"Perhaps... once I find the person who is suspected of possessing a fragment of the Godhead of Shantia..."

She murmured to herself, her words carrying a profound meaning, "Perhaps this will uncover some long-buried truths."

At this moment, the turmoil in her eyes subsided, and she regained her aloof, calm, and wise demeanor.

That face, as bright as the moon, shone brilliantly in the divine light, exuding divinity and a calm aura.

She had once again become the majestic and incomparable goddess of magic, Mystra. However, at this very moment, the great goddess of magic, Mystra, frowned slightly, suddenly raised her beautiful eyes, and gazed silently in a direction beyond the divine realm.

The next instant, a series of thunderous roars suddenly erupted from that direction.

It was somber and low-pitched, as if some giant beast was trying to break free from the cracks in the world.

Immediately afterward, amidst the roar, a host of strange phenomena suddenly appeared.

In the empty sky, one after another teleportation portal that did not belong to this divine realm slowly appeared.

The edges of those light gates shimmered with a metallic luster, each one twisting the surrounding spatial laws, as if it were a hole formed by some kind of violent tearing.

What's shocking is that from those portals, huge, cold, steel creations that seem to live for war are slowly being squeezed in.

These colossal creatures are forged from countless intricate gears, power arms, and magical cores, covered in sorcery inscriptions and dimensional symbols, and flowing with distorted torrents of energy.

This is the war fortress of the mechanical wizards from the material plane.

They finally broke the blockade between the divine kingdom and the outer plane, tore apart the divine array restrictions personally set up by Mystra, and marched straight in.

Witnessing this scene, the Goddess of Magic merely raised an eyebrow slightly, a cryptic murmur playing at the corners of her lips:

"...Huh? They even broke through the blockade I left behind?"

Her tone was soft, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

She sensed the fluctuations behind those teleportation portals; behind that torrent of metal, several exceptionally powerful beings were quietly approaching.

“The aura of multiple demigods… and even… a quasi-god.”

She remembered that person.

She had briefly fought him in the material plane before.

If she was right, this quasi-god was indeed the supreme commander of this mechanical legion.

"...This is a bit troublesome." She sighed softly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
"I was hoping to find that person peacefully, but it turns out I still have to fight this group of wizards."

She had no idea what method these wizards had used to break the blockade.

Logically, as her divine power gradually recovers, the stability of those seals and formations should become stronger and stronger, making them increasingly difficult to break.

But right now, she doesn't have time to delve into it.

Now that the rift has been torn open, not only can the enemy pour in, but also the person she is looking for.

The suspected deity holder associated with Santia may also escape.

"...Very well. My strength is now firmly established at the level of a formal god, so I might as well deal with these annoying ant-like creatures..."

In the wizarding system, a formal deity would be equivalent to a sixth-level Morning Star Wizard, a whole realm higher than the highest wizarding leader!

Mystra's eyes turned cold, and her divinity spread out like a night tide, causing the entire divine kingdom to tremble slightly under her will.

"Now that you're here, don't leave."

Without further hesitation, she lightly raised her slender fingers and slowly exhaled a breath of fresh air.

In an instant, seven streaks of blue and white starlight suddenly rose up in front of her, like shooting stars piercing the sky, leaving trails of holy light in the void.

Almost at the same moment, beside the seven legendary mages in the divine array below.

Each of them revealed a dazzling blue and white star, the stars swirling around, as if burning with eternal magic at their core.

Their expressions changed slightly. Sensing the call of the divine artifact, they dared not delay and reached out to grasp the star core.

Blue and white starlight rose into the sky, and seven legendary mages soared into the air like seven rays of starlight breaking through the clouds, stopping behind the Goddess of Magic.

They bowed respectfully.
"My lord."

The goddess of magic did not turn around, but stood at the top of the void, her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, divine radiance swirling around her, like an eternal statue.

As the goddess's divine power swept through, seven blue and white star artifacts rose into the air, and the terrifying divine array below slowly came to a halt.

The countless followers of the Goddess of the Magic Network looked up and saw the seven legendary mages above them, and the supreme Goddess of the Magic Network.

Similarly, they also saw the wizards who had arrived here through the teleportation gate in the distance.

No further words were needed; the fighting spirit had already been building up...

Meanwhile, in the distant sky, the void trembled and twisted as if it were being torn apart.

Hundreds of teleportation portals, resembling rifts in the world, suddenly opened, each portal surging with immense spatial energy.

Behind each gate of light lies a colossal war fortress!
These war fortresses are enormous, resembling steel continents floating in the void. Constructed entirely of alchemical metals and mechanical structures, they radiate a cold, sharp, silvery-blue light.

In an instant, countless teleportation portals spread out like a silver screen, almost completely obscuring the entire sky, plunging the world into a dark shadow interwoven with metal and energy.

It was as if the heavens above the gods were torn apart by the arrival of this mechanical legion!

Enormous, colossal "war behemoths," resembling primordial beasts, slowly emerged from the portal, each advance creating violent energy ripples in the void.

boom!
As these colossal beings stepped into the outer plane, the entire world seemed to tremble!
Among the hundreds of war fortresses, some are particularly massive, resembling divine mountains rising from the sky, with more complex structures and more intense core energy.

These are the flagships belonging to the Morning Star Wizards.

On the most prominent war fortress, on the main deck, a tall and imposing figure stood in the wind—it was none other than the Warhammer Master.

He stood silently atop the fortress, with metal banners fluttering in the wind behind him and the boundless sky above the divine realm before him.

His expression was as calm as iron, his gaze sweeping over the ripples of divine light in the sky, as if he were quietly savoring the aura of the rules governing this world.

Beside him, besides numerous powerful level three archmages dressed in battle robes, stood two petite figures on the edge of the deck, facing the wind.

One of them was Martha. The other figure was Sonia, who had successfully established contact with the wizards in the material plane.

When the Warhammer Master's gaze swept over her, his brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

The witch's eyes remained calm, without the slightest change in expression.

Even when facing this Morning Star Wizard, she remained neither humble nor arrogant.

No, it wasn't so much that he was humble or arrogant, but rather that he seemed completely devoid of emotion...

In fact, not only was he interested in Sonia and that mysterious Spirit-Eyed Wizard, but the city lord was also very interested in them.

However, the most urgent task now is to deal with that goddess of magic.

As for that Spirit-Eyed Wizard, he'll probably have to wait until after the war ends before he faces the Mechanical City and the pressure of the entire Nightmare Rift...

"However, before that, let's deal with this god first."

Before he finished speaking, the Warhammer Master waved his hand, and metallic gleam flowed between his fingers.

With a gentle squeeze, countless alchemical components flew out of his body, snapping together like a thousand mechanical parts coming together.

boom!
A massive exoskeleton suit of armor rapidly took shape on his body, covering his entire form, as if a war god had been reforged.

This exoskeleton, resembling a steel statue, possesses both extreme power output and the ability to be flexibly stored and concealed, making it one of the Warhammer Master's proudest masterpieces.

Flexible storage, capable of shrinking and expanding, is a hallmark of Warhammer Masters.

This is why even a mortal like Da Wen can use this feature discreetly in ordinary times.

As the aura of the Warhammer Master erupted, countless powerful auras also began to erupt on the other hundreds of war fortresses!
boom! boom! boom!
One after another, figures soared into the air, some lifted by mechanical arms, others floating in aircraft, causing the entire sky to tremble.

The war golems thundered with their footsteps, and the giant magic-powered mechanisms were activated with a roar;
The mental power of hundreds of high-level mechanical wizards converged and intertwined like a tide, constructing a vast mental network that linked this army, forged from witchcraft and technology, into a terrifying whole.

At this very moment, the entire army of the Mechanical City gathered in the outer plane, unleashing their fangs at that god.

At the very top of this army was a jet-black floating fortress, the residence of the city lord of the Mechanical City.

Similarly, it is also the core of this army.

If the other parts are where the fangs are, then this is where the most ferocious pair of eyes are, fixedly staring at the land of the gods, at the goddess of the magic net.

(End of this chapter)