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

Spirit Eye Dimension, Wizard Camp.

The moment the coordinates of the Star Gate were locked onto this location, the entire world seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, undergoing a series of subtle changes.

This place was originally a vast plain overgrown with weeds.

In the very center of the plain, a large basin has been formed, in which magic arrays crisscross, and wizard towers and makeshift defensive fortifications are layered upon each other, which is now the wizard camp.

Above the sky, thick, dark clouds piled up in layers, blocking out the light.

The low-hanging clouds seemed to press down on the earth, creating an indescribable sense of oppression and gloom between heaven and earth.

Beneath this dark cloud, one figure after another rose into the air from the wizard camp.

The person in the lead was none other than Quentin.

At this moment, they had completely taken over the camp.

The indigenous creatures that Lynn had not yet eliminated were all imprisoned and sealed off.

Now, they freed their hands and rose into the sky together, preparing to receive the reinforcements that were about to descend through the Star Gate.

"The coordinates... should be in this area, right?"

Beside Quentin, a wizard looked up at the sky.

The area was still covered by thick clouds, and nothing seemed amiss. His tone carried a hint of hesitation.

Quentin frowned slightly.

This level of interdimensional teleportation was also a first for him, and he wasn't entirely confident.

Just as the atmosphere became slightly tense, a soft voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Move another 300 meters to the east."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure standing in mid-air.

That was Lynn's clone.

He stood calmly with his hands behind his back, as if he had already taken in all the changes in the entire area.

Behind him followed the saintly Messiah, her head bowed and not daring to utter a word.

Quentin and the others did not hesitate and immediately adjusted their positions according to the instructions, heading towards the precise coordinates of the Star Gate.

At the same time, Lynn's clone spoke in a detached tone:
"You, and the power behind you, want to form an alliance with me."

"But unfortunately you are not qualified to form an alliance with me, or to engage in so-called equal transactions."

As he finished speaking, Messiah bit his lower lip, his fingertips unconsciously tightening.

She raised her beautiful eyes and looked at the figure in front of her, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn't speak.

Until the next moment, a faint ripple suddenly appeared in her eyes, as if another will had briefly projected itself through her presence.

Then, the Messiah spoke slowly, his voice filled with undisguised awe and fear:

"Respected Wizard..."

“We already knew that you came from across countless planes and that your army was powerful and mighty.”

"But... the enemy on the other side has already accepted the power from chaos and loss."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"They can no longer be measured by the standards of beings in this plane."

After a brief pause, she lowered her head, her tone becoming increasingly humble:

“Great and respected wizard…we do not expect to trade with you fairly.”

"I only hope that in this disaster, I can... find a way to survive."

"Moreover, with our help, you will be more successful in the upcoming wars and campaigns, and your casualties will be reduced..."

The moment these words were spoken, Lynn's clone's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.

He didn't turn around.

But he could tell that these words did not come from the Messiah herself, but from the world's will behind her.

The other party's words were not without reason.

The native deity who received the energy of the ancient god, even though his reason collapsed and his consciousness was no longer his original self, had completely become a vessel for the ancient god's corruption.

However, it is undeniable that after completing the infection, its strength will inevitably undergo a leapfrog improvement.

The same changes will also occur among the local natives under his command.

The corruption of the ancient gods is never just about erosion and plunder; it is a brutal and direct form of "enhancement."

In other words, the intelligence that the Spirit Eye Wizard compiled and collected when he invaded this plane cannot be said to be completely worthless, but its authenticity has been greatly reduced.

Today's enemy is no longer what is recorded in the data; those data can only be used as a reference at best.

More importantly, this is, after all, the Spirit Eye Dimension itself.

The local deities have been integrated into the origin of the world, occupying a natural and all-round advantage.

To put it bluntly, if it weren't for the interdimensional purification device that isolates interference, the other party could monitor the entire area without any blind spots.

However, if the world's will were to side with Lynn, the situation would be entirely different.

With the world's will and the authority of the local gods clashing with each other, the most direct change is that Lynn's army will no longer be suppressed by the world's origin.

This alone is enough to elevate the overall combat strength to a whole new level.

Moreover, if a cooperation is reached, it can attract indigenous forces such as the Holy Messiah to actively join them, saving a lot of costs associated with extermination and suppression.

In retrospect, cooperating with the global will does indeed have some benefits.

However, these benefits are merely icing on the cake.

The world's will itself, and even the power it can mobilize, is simply no match for that native deity that has been corrupted by the ancient gods.

If Lynn hadn't intervened, both the world's will and native beings like the Messiah would have faced the same fate: waiting to die.

Therefore, this so-called "cooperation" could never have been equal from the very beginning.

Lynn is the one who holds the initiative.

He must get what he wants.

For example, the power of the world's origin and the ultimate control over this plane.

This is his bottom line if a deal is to be made.

Before that, he could have granted the world's will the right to "live on."

Just like the 001 dimension world.

The world's will was able to survive, and the inheritance of civilization was preserved. It was not completely transformed into a wizarding society, nor was it forcibly erased or converted into a wizarding civilization.

In the Spirit Eye dimension, Lynn could only make concessions to a similar degree at most.

Allow the world's will to continue to exist, and allow the flame of civilization not to be completely extinguished.

But he can be the master of this plane, and he will also take away the vast majority of the world's origin.

Even if this causes the entire Spirit Eye Plane to suffer a great loss of vitality, or even fall to a level that is not even as good as some resource planes.

That was not within his consideration either.

So Lynn calmly began to state her conditions to the Messiah, and also to the world's will that had always been watching over this place through her.

He spoke slowly and clearly.

With each word spoken, Messiah's face grew paler.

By the end, she was clenching her teeth, her slender body slightly tense, clearly unable to suppress her desire to bargain with Lynn any longer.

However, just as she was about to speak, an extremely subtle ripple flashed across her beautiful purple eyes.

The will of the world has taken over this body.

"Respected and great wizard..."

The Messiah's voice remained gentle, but it lacked some of the personal emotion, possessing instead an indescribable etherealness and grandeur.
"The conditions you proposed are rather... too harsh."

"Oh?"

Lynn raised an eyebrow slightly, but her tone remained calm. "Too harsh? I don't think so."

He chuckled softly, then continued:
“If I don’t intervene, it’s only a matter of time before you are swallowed up by the ancient god civilization. Once that native god is completely corrupted, he will inevitably become a coordinate of the ancient god civilization.”

"Then, an ancient god who is still asleep will simply open his mouth unconsciously... and across countless planes, following the traces of the ancient god's energy, swallow your entire world in one gulp."

"At that time, the entire plane, along with all the living beings within it, will either be lucky enough to become the corrupted offspring of the ancient god civilization, or, if they are unlucky, be chewed up and devoured at will by those sleeping beings, leaving no trace behind."

"Compared to theirs, the conditions I offered were fair and merciful enough."

After he finished speaking, a faint smile still lingered on his lips.

Meanwhile, not far away, Quentin and his companions had finally completed the preliminary preparations for the Star Gate teleportation.

The wizards quickly dispersed, carving out complex and intricate array patterns on the ground.

At the same time, one magic stone device after another was embedded into the array's core, and a deep hum of energy gradually filled the plain.

When the last high-quality magic stone fell into the core of the formation!

hum!
The entire formation suddenly lit up, and a silvery-white light shot into the sky, like a star that had suddenly risen.

Immediately afterwards, the thick and oppressive dark clouds in the sky were forcibly torn apart by an invisible force.

It was as if two invisible giant hands reached out from the depths of the clouds, tearing the entire sky apart, creating a dazzling and vast crack that stretched across the heavens.

Within the crack, stars flowed and light and shadow danced.

The intense and dazzling light poured down from the sky, illuminating the wasteland as if the sun were shining brightly overhead.

The two formations, one above the other, echoed each other, causing the space to tremble violently.

One, two, three...

The aura of an "outsider" kept emerging.

The next moment, one figure after another stepped out from the formation.

It was a vast and imposing force, exuding a chilling aura.

In a short time, the formation was filled with more than a thousand extraordinary individuals, their auras overlapping like a tide and a forest.

Guided by Quentin and the others, these outsiders bowed in unison to Lynn high in the sky.

Then, following the established plan, they entered the nearby wizard camp in a staggered and orderly manner, each returning to their respective positions.

And this was only the first batch of reinforcements to arrive.

The energy of the Star Gate continues to surge, meaning that more and more extraordinary beings will descend upon this place.

This scene naturally fell into the sight of Lynn and Messiah.

Only now did the world's will that controlled the Messiah suddenly realize something.

The powerful and dangerous wizard beside him was constantly "talking" to him, as if they were negotiating terms and cooperation.

But his movements never faltered for a moment.

The first batch of personnel has already been deployed, and more and more will follow.

Clearly, whether or not an alliance is formed, the other party's plans will not change.

In fact, the other party never intended to make "whether to form an alliance" a necessary condition from the very beginning.

That was an absolute confidence.

It seems that even without the assistance of the world's will, this war is merely a matter of difficulty, rather than a question of whether it can be won.

Under these circumstances, the world's will suddenly realized that it had almost lost all the bargaining chips it could use for leverage and coercion.

Moreover, the "ancient god civilization" that Lynn mentioned earlier was by no means an exaggeration.

Even if it doesn't possess complete information, the fragmented pieces it gleaned from the ancient god's energy are enough to prove that what the other party said is absolutely true.

However, at this moment, Lynn still had that faint smile on his lips.

He paid no attention to the Messiah's changing expression, his gaze remaining fixed on the subordinates who were arriving one after another.

Among them were both wizard squads and alchemist legions from the 001 dimension.

As soon as these people appeared, they spotted Lynn in mid-air and bowed to him in greeting.

Then, they dispersed into the camp and quickly began their operations according to their assigned duties.

Everything was in perfect order, and all of this, in itself, was a silent answer.

So Messiah clenched his teeth, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if suppressing the surging emotions within him.

After a moment, she took a deep breath and finally spoke slowly:
“Your Excellency, the great and esteemed wizard…we agree to the conditions you have proposed.”

She paused noticeably at this point before continuing:

"However... how can we be sure that the esteemed wizard will not break the contract?"

"It's not that we doubt the wizard's character and conduct... but rather that we have nowhere left to retreat."

"Therefore, I only hope to get a... convincing guarantee."

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly added, as if afraid that her request would offend the other party:

"In return... I can tell you something, Master Wizard."

“Previously, the rules of heaven and earth here were modified by the wizard’s device, and it was also covered by the world’s will, so it was never noticed by that god.”

"But just recently, the wizard deployed personnel, causing the heavens and earth to tear apart, and the plane resonated violently with the outside world..."

"From that moment on... even the will of the world could no longer completely conceal this place."

"That deity... already knows everything that happened here."

"In fact, it has already dispatched its subordinates, who will probably arrive here soon."

Before Messiah's words had even finished, Lynn raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression calm.

"You don't need to worry about whether the alliance is trustworthy."

"You will understand once the covenant is truly established."

Then, his tone shifted, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, a faint smile playing on his lips:
"As for what you said, 'someone is on their way...'"

"It's not that it's coming soon."

"In fact, we've already arrived."

The moment those words were uttered, Messiah's face instantly drained of color.

"It seems that after receiving the blessing of the ancient god's energy, that deity has been able to block a portion of the world's will's detection..."

"Perhaps the other party already sensed something while we were talking just now."

Before she finished speaking, a subtle yet eerie ripple flashed across Messiah's beautiful eyes.

The next instant, the faint sense of "foreignness" quietly faded away, and Messiah regained his consciousness.

At that very moment, from the distance, one aura after another surged closer and closer.

It was a powerful and vast force, yet it evoked an instinctive sense of rejection and disgust from the depths of one's soul.

It doesn't even require actual contact; it's merely a passive perception.

The mental energy involuntarily bears the pressure, as if countless fragmented and chaotic whispers are echoing and gnawing in the depths of consciousness.

"The power of advanced civilizations..."

"Even passive contact can put a burden on mental strength."

Lynn stood in mid-air with his arms crossed, quietly sensing the vast and increasingly clear wave that was approaching from afar, and he had already made a judgment in his heart.

"That's the language of our wizarding civilization."

"The power system of the ancient god civilization is the same."

"However... what came from over there was more like a series of unconscious babblings, or a crazy, disordered murmur."

"Even without a clear intention, it is still enough to erode mental strength."

This is the most direct and cruel difference between levels of civilization.

However, even though those beings corrupted by the ancient god civilization came with overwhelming force and overwhelming power, it was not Lynn's turn to take action personally.

At that very moment, one or two figures rose into the air from the wizard camp.

The leader was a level three archmage whose aura was restrained yet unfathomable;
The other was a golden alchemist whose body shimmered with dazzling golden light, resembling a moving throne.

The two simultaneously unleashed their power.

In an instant, surging magical energy and alchemical power soared into the sky, colliding head-on with the ancient god energy that roared in from afar.

boom!
Like thunder striking fire, the void trembled and waves of energy swept across the land.

The terrifying clash of energy caused the world to lose its color; even the air seemed to be torn apart and shattered in that instant. (End of Chapter)