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

Chapter 285 Target: Nightmare Rift Valley!

Chapter 285

This place is a vast, desolate, and boundless swamp.

Looking around, the world seemed to be shrouded in a dull and oppressive tone. All around were wetlands flowing with viscous black water and covered with rotting vines. Occasionally, one could see some bubbling mud pools, emitting a nauseating stench.

The sky was extremely gloomy, with thick, dark clouds hanging low and swirling, like a pitch-black curtain about to collapse, so heavy that it seemed as if it could crush the entire world at any moment.

And right there between this desolate, barren land and the inky black sky, a cold, silver light suddenly appeared without warning.

scoff!

The silver light sliced ​​through the night like a blade, piercing the silence, and what emerged were complex and mysterious silver runes.

They floated in mid-air, leaping and shimmering like fragments of stars, and then, guided by some force, began to expand, rotate, and entangle...

Layer upon layer, they are woven into a magnificent and grand array of formations.

This is an enormous, ultra-long-distance teleportation array constructed from the power of spatial runes!

Its size was so great that it almost covered the ground of the nearby swamp area, resembling a silver disc that had fallen from the sky.

With a diameter of a thousand meters, the array patterns flowed as deep and deep as the veins of mountains and rivers, radiating a spatial fluctuation that made one's heart tremble.

The teleportation array suddenly shone brightly, its silver light cascading down and illuminating the world.

Rumble!
Space vibrated, and the air trembled.

One after another, blurry and distorted figures began to take shape in the sky, as if they were being torn out of another world.

Their outlines quickly became clear, and they descended slowly downwards one after another, like comets streaking across the night sky.

These figures are all members of the Meteor Council.

This is neither a withdrawal nor an exile, but a fierce counterattack against the Wizarding Council's allies!
The Wizarding Council and its various subordinate factions launched a massive joint attack on the Meteor Council, aiming to completely annihilate this radical faction.

However, the Meteor Council did not choose to back down. Instead, following a thunderous order from the radical leader, Sel, they resolutely turned against their own side!
"The best defense is a good offense!"

Now, within this giant teleportation array, a force powerful enough to overthrow the Morning Star faction is surging forth. Countless powerful figures are descending one after another, their feet firmly planted on the ground, their black robes billowing, their auras as deep as the abyss.

One figure in particular caught the eye.

He was dressed in a dark wizard's robe, his figure standing in mid-air, his posture as straight as a sword, it was Lynn.

He slowly opened his eyes, his deep pupils reflecting the churning dark clouds in the sky and the boundless swamp beneath his feet.

All around, figures were falling from the sky, dense as rain, yet this area seemed to have no end, as if it truly stood at the edge of heaven and earth.

Lynn scanned his surroundings, a hint of doubt and contemplation appearing in his eyes.

He felt that the surrounding scenery was somewhat familiar, but he wasn't sure.

At that very moment, he sensed a subtle fluctuation in his soul emanating from the golden scales that were intimately connected to him.

Those were fragments of the Spirit-Eyed Wizard's memories, like a glimmer of light, quickly emerging in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, he saw that the Spirit-Eyed Wizard and other Morning Star Wizards were in a swamp environment that was very similar to his own.

But unlike where Lynn was, in front of them stood a terrifying rift that tore the earth apart!
The crack was like a gaping maw of an abyss, constantly spewing out a suffocating aura from the darkness, as if it could devour one's soul.

It exists silently, yet it sends chills down your spine, like the gaze of some ancient evil god.

Lynn's heart skipped a beat; he knew exactly where that place was: "...That's the Nightmare Rift!"

Of course he wouldn't admit his mistake.

After all, he had been to the Nightmare Rift and spent some time in the Mechanical City.

What he saw now was enough for him to understand: this place was the Red Swamp near the Nightmare Rift!

At this moment, with the complete stabilization of the massive teleportation array, thousands of wizards descended from the sky, continuously arriving at the Red Swamp, and the entire world seemed to tremble under the sweep of this power.

Such a massive, long-distance teleportation requires an astonishing amount of energy, and its scale alone suggests its significance.

The Meteor Council has finally made its move!

Their objective for this trip is now crystal clear: to launch a counterattack against Nightmare Rift!
The outbreak of this war originated from the Wizard Council's siege of the radical faction of the Meteor Council.

In order to completely weaken this group of "heretics", the Wizard Council united dozens of forces of all sizes around to form a coalition army, which was very powerful and its banners covered the sun.

Among them, the three major forces are the core forces and cannot be ignored:
Firstly, it is the Forgestone, one of the four most famous forges in the Black Wizard's domain.

Secondly, there is the Seven Saints Tower, one of the four great towers in the White Wizard's territory, which is known as the beacon of knowledge.

The third faction is the most unique, located between the black and white wizard territories, and is regarded as an absolutely neutral gray forbidden zone, the Nightmare Rift.

In addition, the Wizarding Council recruited many Morning Star factions to participate in the war.

However, compared to these three giants, those forces are more like scattered stars surrounding the main force; although they are useful, they are not enough to shake the overall situation.

In the past few battles, the Meteor Council suffered repeated defeats, with many frontline strongholds being destroyed and many mid-level and high-level wizards being killed, captured, or even completely "purged".

The war situation has gradually become unbalanced for them.

It was against this backdrop that the radical leader, Ser, finally made the decision that shocked everyone: to stop defending and take the initiative to counterattack!
However, retaliation is not something that can be done by simply picking any target to "punish".

Factions like "Nightshade Forge" are led by only one level four Morning Star Wizard.

Although it is under the Wizarding Council, it has a weak foundation and insufficient symbolic significance. Even if it is destroyed, it is just a drop in the ocean and is far from enough to become a target for "retaliation" and venting hatred.

If the Meteor Council is to retaliate, it must choose a truly "significant" target!

Thus, attention naturally fell on the three major forces: the Furnace Stone, the Seven Saints Tower, and the Nightmare Rift.

Of the three, the first two are undoubtedly located in the core area, heavily fortified and with profound foundations.

Whether it's the Black Wizard's Forgestone or the White Wizard's Seven Towers, both are massive entities supported by unfathomable resources, military strength, and the wizarding heritage.

Even though the truly dominant Radiant Moon Wizard wouldn't easily make a move, there were still quite a few high-level combatants among them at the sixth-level Morning Star level.

In addition, there are numerous level 5 and level 4 Morning Star wizards, as well as tens of thousands of formal wizards and apprentice legions. To rashly attack these two major forces would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

In comparison, the third force, Nightmare Rift, appears far too "fragile".

This neutral force, which lies between the territories of black and white wizards, has always maintained a neutral stance, remaining aloof from the conflicts and almost never participating in the bloody battles between black and white wizards.

However, this time, it was forced into the eye of the storm, becoming part of the coalition's front line, or even the front line itself. Its geographical location, originally considered a strategic buffer zone, has now become a breach in the defense.

The surrounding area lacks sufficient defensive barriers and military presence, making it virtually impossible to form an effective interception barrier should an enemy force launch a large-scale attack.

Worse still, although Nightmare Rift Valley appears to be shrouded in witchcraft and teeming with high-ranking wizards, its foundation is actually weak.

It is not like the Seven Towers, which form its own system and are passed down from generation to generation; nor does it control a vast army of wizards and vassal territories like the Forgestone.

As a neutral force, it does not actively recruit apprentices or train wizards under its command, and it does not even have a stable class structure.

In terms of numbers, Nightmare Rift is far outnumbered by the Seven Towers and the Forgestone.

Even though it appears to have gathered many high-level wizards, most of them are merely staying here temporarily, either passing through for a short rest or for a transaction or research.

They are neither members of Nightmare Rift nor obligated to fight for it.

It is foreseeable that once the flames of war spread here, not to mention the high-level wizards, even some low-level wizards, or even wizard apprentices, will be affected.
They would probably scatter and flee immediately; no one would be willing to die for this "neutral valley".

A sense of belonging is the most fatal weakness of Nightmare Rift.

It has no heritage, no faith, cannot rally loyalty, and cannot unite defensive forces at critical moments.

Of course, even if Nightmare Rift Valley seems like an "easy target," that's only in comparison to the other two major powers.

It appears weak only because the Seven Towers and the Furnace Stone are simply too powerful.

Both of those forces are terrifying entities capable of "hunting intermediate civilizations across dimensions," possessing vast resources, profound knowledge, and astonishing military strength.

In contrast, Nightmare Rift, though also overseen by His Majesty the Moon, seemed like a lone lamp flickering between the two wizarding powers.

………………

At this moment, in the sky, wizards transformed into streaks of light and flew out, like a dense swarm of bees converging forward, their magical energy surging and obscuring the sky.

Lynn flew slowly behind the crowd, his expression calm.

Although he was on the list of candidates, as a direct student of a Morning Star wizard, he had a special status and enjoyed exemption rights.

It is not subject to the orders of any mid- to low-ranking commanders of the Meteor Council.

This allowed him to observe the entire offensive from the sidelines without having to rush to the front lines with the main force, giving him much more freedom.

Lynn looked up at the distant horizon, at the direction covered by the wizard bees, frowned slightly, and muttered to himself:
"Nightmare Rift Valley... no matter what, it's a place where Her Majesty the Radiant Moon is stationed."

"Even though the Wizarding Council has established rules that His Majesty the Radiant Moon cannot arbitrarily interfere in the internal struggles of the wizarding world... in order to protect their own power, they will definitely leave behind various formations, restrictions, and even magical formations belonging to the Radiant Moon level..."

His gaze darkened slightly as he watched the ever-moving torrent of wizards, and his voice lowered even further:
"Can these people really break through?"

However, since Sel, the leader of the radical faction of the Meteor Council, dared to personally launch this battle...

Therefore, it's impossible that he made the decision on a whim.

If this person is not confident, why would he lightly start a war?

After spending some time at the Meteor Council's stronghold, Lynn gained some understanding of this mysterious and massive organization.

He was particularly impressed by Sell, the leader who spearheaded the radical faction.

This person not only holds a high position in the Meteor Council, but also possesses power comparable to Hercules, a sixth-level Morning Star Wizard of the Forgestone.

Judging from some rumors, Sel's methods and background are probably even more obscure and profound.

Lynn had personally witnessed the arrival of Hercules.

That was the moment of return from beyond the realms. In the sky, a rift slowly opened, piercing through the Wizarding World, as if the universe was groaning.

Through the crack, Lynn had vaguely seen stars connected to each other, hanging in the sky like chains, resembling a Great Wall spanning endless star fields.

"Hercules sits on the Great Wall."

That is the glory of Hercules' conquest of the heavens: every star is a transformation of the planes he once conquered or plundered!
Vast and boundless, it takes your breath away.

Now that Selro is on par with Hercules in the Meteor Council, this action against the Nightmare Rift is definitely not a simple emotional outburst, but a long-planned and powerful strike.

Just as Lynn's thoughts were churning and his brows were furrowed, a mental ripple from the golden scales suddenly arrived.

He suddenly realized that a great battle had begun in the distance.

"Hmm? The Morning Star Battlefield has already opened!"

The next moment, he used the sensory connection between the Golden Scales and the Spirit Eye Wizard to clearly see the battlefield scene at the Morning Star level through the other party's vision.

The void ahead trembled violently as one Morning Star Wizard after another, shrouded in flames, descended from the sky like falling stars, swooping down into the deep, hellish Great Rift Valley.

Each of these wizards radiated a dazzling starlight, and their bodies were inscribed with at least four permanent magical marks, with runes flowing like fire across their surfaces.

Although they were all "abandoned wizards" who had been stripped of their protection by the very origin of the wizarding world.

However, this battle took place within the Wizarding World and did not touch the plane's will, so in terms of combat power, they were no less than any "normal" Morning Star Wizard!

Lynn secretly counted them through the perspective of the Spirit Eye Wizard.

"One...five...ten...twenty..."

He was increasingly horrified.

The radical faction alone has gathered as many as twenty or thirty Morning Star wizards!
And this is far from the full power of the Meteor Council.

It should be noted that the entire Meteor Council is divided into three major factions: the moderates, the neutrals, and the radicals.

The elite team in front of us is only the main force of the radical faction and some foreign aid.

Behind the radiant battle formation, Lynn suddenly noticed that the glow flowing around several Morning Star wizards was slightly different, exhibiting a soft green rhythm, like the breath of natural spirits.

"This is... the aura of the Wind Tribe?"

He instantly realized that those Morning Star warriors, shimmering with green magical patterns, were not members of the Meteor Council, but rather Morning Star wizards from the Wind Tribe of the Elven race!
It was Alton and Lori's elders!
These ancient and proud elves, who never easily interfered in the struggles of the human wizarding world, have now sided with the radicals, clearly indicating a certain stance.

Even more eye-catching was the figure at the head, dressed in a jet-black wizard's robe, emanating a powerful and terrifying force.

The man's identity was obvious; there was no need to guess—he was Sel, the leader of the radical faction.

He took the lead, charging directly towards the Nightmare Rift with a large group of Morning Star wizards...

(End of this chapter)