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

Chapter 283 Traitor to Civilization
Chapter 283

With the process of receiving the guests finally completed, Lynn was able to escape and return to her room.

However, just before he was about to close the door, a familiar figure quietly peeked in—it was none other than the chubby, smiling Dieter.

"Lord Qinglin, um... I'm sorry, what happened just now was really... uh, not very satisfactory."

He rubbed his hands together as he spoke awkwardly, his tone full of apology.

Originally, he intended to take this opportunity to properly introduce Lynn, the direct disciple of the Morning Star Wizard, to the two distinguished elven guests.

Little did anyone know that Alton would ruin the atmosphere the moment he opened his mouth, turning the entire "meeting" into an awkward disaster.

Alden's arrogance, conceit, and condescension were unbearable even for a kind-hearted person like Dieter, let alone for the aloof and cold-hearted Lynn.
So, after settling the arrogant prince in, Dieter immediately went to apologize to Lynn:
Firstly, it was to express apology, and secondly, it was to ease the tension between the two.

Lynn waved his hand calmly and indifferently at him, indicating that he should not take it to heart.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Dieter felt a sense of relief, thinking he had successfully solved this "diplomatic problem."

But he didn't know that Lynn's eyes, hidden behind his mask, had quietly darkened.

This time was alright, after all, it's within the Meteorite Council. If Alton dares to act recklessly again in the future...

Lynn didn't mind... killing the elven prince without anyone knowing.

After Dieter left sheepishly, Lynn closed the door behind her and went back to sit down on the sofa.

With a few flicks of his fingers, several small magical arrays were set up around him, sealing off his aura and sound to prevent outsiders from eavesdropping.

After doing all this, he slowly closed his eyes, and a cool and beautiful face involuntarily appeared in his mind.

That was the elven princess Lori.

The scene of traveling together was still vivid in my mind. Lori's blonde hair swayed in the wind, her slender waist was so delicate that it could be encircled by one hand, and her expression revealed an indescribable restraint and shyness.

He had been following Lori and Lina all the way until Lina led Lori back to the VIP's room.

During this time, the two used the ancient Elven language throughout, clearly believing that this language could be used for "language encryption".

Unfortunately, they had no idea that Lynn had also studied the ancient Elven language for a period of time. Although he was not fluent, he could understand about 70-80% of it.

Therefore, what the two girls thought was a secure "language encryption" was nothing more than a public recitation to Lynn.

Lynn barely paid attention, yet she still caught all of their conversation.

Strangely, almost every sentence in the entire conversation revolved around him.

Princess Lori, a noble elven princess of unparalleled status, developed a strong interest in him after only one meeting, constantly inquiring about his origins, background, and personality from Lina…

Moreover, her cool and gentle tone even carried the shyness and curiosity that only a young girl would have.

Lori's voice carried a girlish shyness, the meaning of which was all too clear.

How could Lynn not be puzzled when a stunningly beautiful, goddess-like elven girl was falling for him?

It wasn't that he doubted his own charm; after all, he had just conquered a plane of existence and the most beautiful woman in that plane of existence, Evelyn.

So he was confident in his own charm, but what puzzled him was...

Lori only exchanged a few words with him, and even his face was covered by a mask...

In this situation, Lori's shy, almost childlike demeanor naturally struck him as quite strange...

"Could it be that I'm really that charming? That I could make that princess fall in love at first sight?"

As soon as he said that, Lynn couldn't help but laugh.

He shook his head, a hint of mockery and helplessness in his eyes.

After all, this possibility... is probably not much higher than the probability that Alton will break through to the Morning Star Wizard tomorrow.

After much deliberation, and still to no avail, Lynn stopped worrying about it.

He let out a soft breath, stood up, and began to deal with important matters, transmitting the intelligence gathered by the Meteor Council during this period back to the Wizard Council.

Through the Golden Scales, he was able to remotely control Beverly, who was located in the Temple of Life, and use her as a relay node to transmit messages to the Wizarding Council.

This time, the news about the Elven reinforcements joining the Meteor Council must be delivered immediately.

He did not forget his true identity.

He is not only the Green Forest Grand Wizard on the surface, but also a "double agent" who infiltrated the Temple of Life through the Wizard Council.

Meanwhile, the Wizarding Council has never relaxed its monitoring of the internal dynamics of the Meteor Council, especially regarding the influx of external forces.

Less than an hour after Lynn sent the message through the Golden Scales, the council quickly responded...

"As confirmed by the council's investigation, one of the three sixth-level Morning Star Wizards of the Wind Elf race, Fletcher, has recently announced that he will go into seclusion and will no longer participate in affairs."

"This person is not a Morning Star Wizard who has shattered a star, but a normal Morning Star Wizard who possesses the origin of the world. The council judges that his support for the Meteor Council is not driven by any so-called profit, but by his dissatisfaction with the Wizard Council itself."

"The Wizard Council is known for its strict rules, which apply to everyone from novice apprentices to high-level wizards, and even sixth-level Morning Stars."

“Flett, on the other hand, was an extreme ‘blood supremacist’ who firmly believed that superior bloodlines should be superior to inferior races and inferior elves, and that indiscriminate slaughter was justified.”

"Previously, he had been punished and restricted by the council several times for repeatedly promoting a bloodline hierarchy system internally, and was even suspected of abusing and killing 'inferior bloodlines'."

After Lynn finished reading through all the messages, his eyes became deep and thoughtful.

All of this seemed to sketch out a vague outline of the never-before-seen Fletcher.

A powerful figure who prioritizes bloodline supremacy and has clashed with the Wizarding Council multiple times due to his extreme ideology, resolutely switched allegiance to the Meteor Council simply because he was dissatisfied with the constraints imposed upon him.

It must be said that although this reason sounds absurd, it is absolutely true.

For a sixth-level Morning Star Wizard of this caliber, so-called "interests" are no longer the sole criterion for action; sometimes, they care more about their own "will" and "position."

Lynn narrowed his eyes, muttering to himself, "This kind of person... is the real trouble."

However, even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. The Wizarding Council will definitely have people targeting him.

As things stand, the gap between the Wizarding Council and the Meteor Council remains enormous.

Even though the Meteor Council invited a level six Morning Star Wizard from the Elven race, it was still difficult to bridge the huge gap between the two sides.

After all, the Wizarding Council had invited the Forgestone from the Black Wizards' side, the Seven Towers from the White Wizards' side, and even the Nightmare Rift from the neutral forces.

Even among these forces, His Majesty the Radiant Moon, who is high and mighty, will not take action.

But even with just a level six Morning Star Wizard, they could crush the Meteor Council.

Therefore, Lynn did not have high hopes for how the Meteor Council could contend with the Wizard Council.

In fact, the situation between the Meteor Council and the Wizard Council can be glimpsed from all fronts.

The Wizarding Council's allies have been besieging the Meteor Council for some time now, near the territories of the Black and White Wizards.

For example, the Nightshade Wizard, who had previously contacted Lynn, joined the siege. Meanwhile, the Meteor Council, while not entirely defeated, was close to it.

As soon as the Meteor Council's strongholds are discovered and detected by the Wizard Council, they will be met with a joint attack from a combination of several major forces.

Therefore, in a very short period of time, one stronghold after another of the Meteor Council was wiped out.

Moreover, despite the enormous disparity in power, the reason why the Meteor Council was able to resist for so long was that the radical faction within the Meteor Council benefited from the support of the pacifists.

Above the Wizarding Council, the pacifist Morning Star wizards of the Meteor Council have filed lawsuits against the council, condemning its actions.

Therefore, the Wizarding Council needs to identify whether the allied forces are radicals before deciding whether to launch an attack.

This extra step slowed down the Allied advance.

However, thanks to the radical style of these members of the Meteor Council, who made no attempt to hide their intentions.

Therefore, the Wizarding Council has control over the identities of those radicals, preventing any wrongful attacks.

Even if the pace is slow at first, the radicals will eventually be eliminated by the Allies over time.

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Deep within Lynn's stronghold lies a dark, shadowy palace entirely composed of black, fallen stars.

The grand hall seemed to be forged from fragments of a meteorite, its dark interior exuding a metallic chill. The walls were inlaid with runes that flowed with a ghostly blue light, sometimes flashing and sometimes remaining silent.

The entire hall was sealed off by layers upon layers of magical formations.

Various kinds of barriers intertwine like a woven net, not only from the array system of the wizarding world, but also from the remnants of secret techniques from other extraordinary civilizations:
Some ancient laws that had long been lost to the dust of history have reappeared and shone brightly here.

To conceal the existence of this grand hall, countless treasures and ritual artifacts were sealed within the core of the array:
Some radiated a scorching, sun-like spirituality, while others contained a dense aura of death; there were even long-sealed fragments of divinity, remnants of mithril cores, and unknown specimens of flesh and blood.

Numerous treasures serve as the core of this formation, solely to conceal the information within.

In the deepest part of the main hall, at its very center, lies an extremely unique magic array mark.

That array was not something that could be constructed by any known system in the wizarding world.

Its line structure is extremely bizarre, not following the Five Elements or relying on any element, but rather constructed in a way that is almost divine.

The text floating on it was not in the language of wizards, but instead exuded a kind of oppressive power that made one's soul uneasy.

If Lynn were here in person, he would be able to recognize at a glance that the strange runes hovering on the magic circle belong to the most terrifying heretical system, the mortal enemy of the Civilization of Gods and the Civilization of Wizards!

At the very center of the magic circle, a jet-black and profound "divine script" emerged like a black hole, seemingly about to devour all the light and reason in the entire hall.

Even the law enforcement wizards in charge of this strike mission in the Wizarding Council could never have imagined that these radicals of the Meteor Council would betray the wizarding world to this extent!
The radical faction of the Meteor Council has gone so far as to make contact with the civilization of the gods and even introduce their power into the wizarding world!
In order to disrupt the Wizarding Council and strike at the wizarding world, they are willing to invite trouble upon themselves and bring about the most uncontrollable enemy in the wizarding world!

They concluded that the reason the world's origin was broken and unable to support interdimensional expeditions was due to problems with the Wizard Council and the Wizard Origin.

This is why intense hatred has translated into concrete action!
If those Meteor Peace faction members who were still waving the banner of peace and advocating "internal communication" in the Wizarding Council were to witness this scene firsthand.

They probably won't submit any more protest letters; instead, they'll immediately turn on each other and join the purge and crackdown on the radicals.

Because they were well aware that the conflict between the wizard civilization and the god civilization was irreconcilable; they were true mortal enemies, a civilizational confrontation of "you live, I die".

In the center of the main hall, at the edge of the black array, a tall, dark figure stood silently.

He wore a deep black wizard's robe, which seemed to be formed from the night, with a black, smoky substance constantly flowing across its surface, as if some living thing was moving around on his body.

His figure was shrouded in darkness, even his face was hidden in shadow, only a pair of eyes with a purple glow were slightly open in the darkness, cold and deep.

This person is none other than the core leader of the radical faction of the Meteor Council, the Nightmare Wizard, Sel.

At that moment, Sel murmured a series of indistinct syllables.

The voice seemed to come from another world, incompatible with common sense and language, like a spell or a song, like a dream or an illusion, as if it could directly penetrate the soul.

He chanted in a low voice, each syllable seemingly triggering some forbidden law, which caused the dark magic array in front of him to vibrate and respond.

The formation trembled slightly, and dark halos faintly emerged from the depths of its patterns, like void cracks bursting forth from the edge of a black hole, carrying a terrifying chaotic power.

As the incantation continued, the magic circle slowly began to rotate, with ripples spreading across its center, like waves on a dark pond.

A drop of pitch-black, deep "matter" slowly emerged from the void, as if seeping out from a rift in the abyss, distorting reality.

The black substance was not an ordinary liquid, but an extremely viscous, almost solidified substance.

It slowly writhed in the air, its shape constantly changing, carrying distorted energy fluctuations, seemingly enacting a completely different set of cosmic rules that did not belong to the wizarding world.

A subtle resonance suddenly resounded between heaven and earth, and the void outside the main hall seemed to be affected as well.

An indescribable force of "repulsion" emerged from all directions, as if the world's will instinctively resisted this abnormal existence.

However, there was no trace of panic on Sel's face; instead, his expression was calm and solemn.

He shook his robes and waved his sleeves.

In an instant, countless hidden formations within the main hall suddenly activated, emitting eerie light and flashing runes, causing the entire space to tremble violently.

The magical arrays and the alien civilization's structure instantly merged and merged, creating a "gray area" that seemed to be cut off from the outside world, shielding it from the repulsion of the rules and allowing the black matter to exist stably in this place.

As the energy field gradually calmed down, the flowing, dark matter increased in quantity and thickness, eventually intertwining and merging in the air like spilled ink...

A graceful figure slowly took shape in the chaotic darkness.

It was a female body made entirely of viscous black liquid, with elegant lines and a seductive posture.

She stood quietly in the center of the formation, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, fluttering in the void;

With a slight twist of her slender waist, she placed one hand on her hip while the other hung at her side.

Her legs were long and toned, with stunning lines, like the most eerie statue in the night.

But her skin wasn't flesh; it was a flowing black substance, every curve of which carried an unusual twist, giving rise to a strange sense of unease and unease at first glance.

As she slowly opened her eyes, a strange, distorted wizarding language was uttered, its pronunciation both stiff and alluring:

"...Is this the interior of the Wizarding World...?"

The voice was hoarse and had a metallic resonance, like countless whispers overlapping, creating an unsettling, hallucinatory effect.

After saying that, the graceful figure smiled slightly, and her tongue darted out from between her lips, gently licking the corner of her mouth, which was also made of viscous black liquid.

That fleeting movement should have been fatally alluring, but because she was essentially that dark, viscous substance, without real skin or the warmth of life.

Therefore, this scene not only lacks aesthetic appeal, but also possesses a distorted beauty that is eerie, morbid, and even disgusting, making people feel chilled.

But at that moment, Sel, the leader of the radical faction of the Meteor Council, was overjoyed as if a god had descended.

Without hesitation, he knelt down on one knee, bowed deeply, and spoke with boundless reverence and piety:

"...Respected Goddess of Darkness..."

(End of this chapter)