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

Beneath the layers of shields protecting the mechanical city, more than a dozen figures stumbled and fell.

When they landed, their wizard robes were still covered with undried dark residue, their mental domains were cracked, and some even knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

Layer upon layer of shields were added between them and the outside world, and the blue energy barrier hummed softly, finally easing the expressions of these Morning Star wizards somewhat.

They turned around and looked out at the battlefield through layers of light.

The mechanical capital continues to unleash its firepower relentlessly.

Tens of thousands of cannons roared in unison, and a high-level ion storm swirled like a blue-purple dragon. The rule-based heavy cannons tore open cracks in the void, and each bombardment was like puncturing a hole in a piece of real cloth.

The dark tide, the boundless tide that had almost completely swallowed them up.

At this moment, it has been forcibly blasted back hundreds of miles, constantly collapsing and evaporating at the edges, only to stubbornly reassemble itself further away.

Under the control of professional wizards, this steel behemoth finally revealed its true fangs.

"Such methods... are definitely not something an ordinary Morning Star could do."

A Morning Star wizard's voice trembled, his face so pale it was almost transparent.

The cold sweat on his back hadn't dried yet, and his gaze was fixed on the distance:

"If it weren't for the timely rescue by the City of Machines, we would probably be..."

Before he could finish speaking, he shivered.

The others didn't respond either, they just gazed into the distance in silence.

Despite the relentless onslaught of heavy firepower, the dark tide continued to surge wildly, churning, roaring, and attempting to retaliate.

No matter how much it struggled, it was pinned to the spot by layers of artillery fire and could not advance an inch further.

It's hard to imagine what would have happened to them if they hadn't been saved and had remained trapped in that darkness.
Bright moon.

It must be the work of His Majesty the Moon.

When they entered the Nightmare Rift Valley earlier, they had personally experienced the terror of their own Radiant Moon Golden Brush Calligraphy Saint.

With a gentle touch of that golden quill pen, the whole world seemed to be flattened into a thin scroll.

The three-dimensional flesh and blood body is instantly reduced to two-dimensional ink marks, and all rules, causes and effects, and existence become lines on paper that can be freely altered.

Now, Sel of the Meteor Council has reached the seventh level of the Radiant Moon Realm, on par with the Golden Pen Calligraphy Sage.

If this dark wave was indeed instigated by that Sel...

No, it must be.

Otherwise, how could so many of them working together not even last a single blow? How could they have been forced into a situation of near annihilation?
Rumble...

The entire Nightmare Rift Valley suddenly trembled.

The darkness, which was originally formless and intangible, seemed to have been infused with some kind of will and began to "come alive" in a way that could be seen with the naked eye.

They are no longer mere shadows, but rather solidified waves, swirling with a viscous texture, like countless black tentacles writhing in the void.

The air was filled with suffocating whispers, not sounds, but murmurs that directly affected the soul, cold, chaotic, and ancient enough to drive one mad.

Further away, in the depths of the rift valley, strange phenomena began to emerge in patches.

Twisted geometric shapes slowly rotate in the darkness, like an impossible object pieced together from countless broken mirrors;
A low, muffled murmur rose from the ground, like billions of souls whispering the same incomprehensible incantation in one's ear.
Even more colossal beings were slowly awakening in the deepest depths, their breaths creating folds in the space, causing the darkness of the entire rift valley to rise and fall with them, like a giant lung slowly... inhaling.

The shields of the mechanical city were layered like an iron wall, humming with blue light, blocking out the dark whispers of the outside world.

After everyone landed, their panting echoed across the empty platform.

"We... are trapped."

A Morning Star wizard spoke in a low, hoarse voice, his gaze piercing through layers of light, looking towards the still churning dark tides in the distance.
"Let's go down first and meet up with those mechanical wizards."

The other man gave a wry smile: "Luckily, we managed to take control of this city first... otherwise, if we had been a step slower, what would have happened to us..."

Just moments ago, they were gritting their teeth, thinking they would settle accounts with the Qinglin Wizard who had sneaked in beforehand, but he had taken the initiative and seized the greatest opportunity.

Looking back now, if it weren't for the Green Forest Wizard's early infiltration, rescue of the mechanical wizards, and activation of the core of this war machine, their fate would have been...

what is this?
The Green Forest Wizard got a huge advantage, and as a result, they had to secretly thank him.

"Never mind." A white wizard shook his head, his voice weary but calm.

"Let's go down first. The others down there have been waiting long enough... We'll talk after we regroup."

The others said nothing more, only nodded slightly, and their figures slowly fell downwards.

The blue light of the shield closed in layers behind them, like swallowing their last breath.

Meanwhile, in the darkness further away.

Figures were hidden in the surging shadows, like countless cold eyes, silently watching the mechanical city.

There are Morning Star Wizards from the Meteor Council, as well as Morning Star Wizards from the Elven race.

Their brows were furrowed, and their faces were gloomy and unpleasant.

No one expected that this behemoth would hide such a terrifying trump card.

When they had gone to great lengths to infiltrate and control this mechanical city, they had never found the core control hub.

But now, it has awakened in someone else's hands, unleashing a barrage of firepower powerful enough to tear everything below the radiant moon.

The Morning Star Wizards of the Elven race are particularly ugly.

Within their clan, there is a seriously injured Elder Morningstar recuperating inside, as well as Princess Lori and Prince Alton, two of the future hopes, both of whom are currently trapped in the city.

The capture of the capital of machinery meant that their people were now trapped.

However, the terrifying suppressive firepower made them hesitant to act rashly.

If they try to force their way in with their limited manpower... they probably won't even get to the city walls before being blasted into dust by the heavy artillery of the rules.

A Morningstar Wizard from the Meteor Council glanced at his elven companion's expression, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of reassurance:

"They won't be able to keep this up for long."

He paused, his gaze drifting deeper into the rift, where the profound darkness now seemed even more intense and vibrant.

"Lord Ser will soon emerge from seclusion. Once he does, retaking this city will be a piece of cake."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's hearts sank.

All they can do now is use the authority bestowed upon them by Sel to continue driving the dark tides to crash wave after wave against the shield of the mechanical city.

The muffled thud of the tide crashing against the shield was like the heartbeat of an ancient behemoth, each beat like thunder shaking the earth.

Within the Nightmare Rift Valley, among the ten major cities, since the Mechanical City had been attacked by the Dark Tide, the other nine cities naturally could not remain unaffected.

However, at this moment, a dark wave covered the entire Nightmare Rift Valley. Those eerie dark powers not only devoured the light, but also cut off communication between the hundreds of Morning Star Wizards.

They had no further contact.

Similarly, within the Nightmare Rift, a dark tide enveloped everything, cutting off all signals and preventing them from communicating with each other.

Meanwhile, outside the Nightmare Rift, the Morning Star Extremis and His Holiness the Moon, who were still waiting in the Wizarding Council, suddenly lost contact with the interior of the Nightmare Rift.

The Red Marsh is shrouded in perpetual gloom.

This swamp is so vast it's almost absurd, with water plants tangled like snakes and dark clouds hanging low as if an entire earth were pressing down on the sky.

The air was always filled with a mixture of rot, rust and mold, making you feel like your lungs were getting moldy with every breath.

Scattered throughout the swamp are numerous wizard camps of varying sizes, which are the main force of the Wizard Council. Most of the people here are formal wizards, ranging from first-level wizards to third-level grand wizards.

Deeper still, various aerial structures float above the swamp.

There are floating islands with protective runes wrapped around their edges; there are flying wizard towers with ancient patterns carved on their bodies; there are steel fortresses with engines humming low in the sky.

These are the true core of the council's trip: the Dawnstar Realm and His Holiness the Moon.

On one of the largest floating islands, a jet-black flag was raised.

At the center of the flag, the Furnace Stone emblem resembles an inextinguishable dark red flame, dazzling and domineering.

This island belongs to Forgestone.

As one of the two Moonlit factions closest to Nightmare Rift, Forgestone sent the most and strongest forces.

In addition to numerous Morning Star Wizards, they also brought several Constellation Wizards, those who were truly renowned within the Forgestone.

Among these constellation wizards are many familiar faces to Lynn, such as Hercules, Ophiuchus, Sirius, and Aquila, etc.

Among them, Hercules, as the highest-ranking Morning Star, was the supreme commander of this expedition, while Ophiuchus, having found information about the Great Old Ones, also participated in the operation.

As for the latter two, although Sirius is not driven by self-interest, one of his assets is a pass in the Atlaff Mountains.

The border between the territories of black wizards and white wizards is like a money tree that never stops turning.

But with the Meteor Council taking control of Nightmare Rift, his cash cow was forced to shut down, since the Atlaff Mountains were no longer safe.

Many who used to travel through the territories of black and white wizards chose to travel through other passes.

The last constellation, Aquila, is required to perform mandatory tasks from the Wizarding Council and the Forgestone, thus being forced to participate in this battle at the Moonlit level.

It could be said that each constellation wizard had different reasons, but these old enemies and acquaintances of Lynn all came to this battlefield of the Radiant Moon by sheer coincidence...

At this moment, with the changes occurring in the Nightmare Rift, Hercules, along with Aquila, Ophiuchus, Sirius, and others, went to the main island of the Wizarding Council to discuss the situation.

This time, at the edge of the floating island near the Furnace Stone, there were two figures, a man and a woman: Grimm and his fiancée, the wizard Alice from the Radiant Moon family.

"Alice, don't worry too much, this matter is no longer of much concern to you..."

Green looked at the stunningly beautiful witch beside him and said comfortingly.

If Alice's initial plan to "annihilate the Meteor Council" completely failed, resulting in the conquest of a Radiant Moon's territory, she is largely to blame.

However, as the situation within the Meteor Council became increasingly complex, not only did a Radiant Moon Lord appear, but this Radiant Moon Lord also seemed to possess the aura of an advanced civilization from the outside world…

In this way, the situation would naturally be different. Even without Alice's series of foolish actions, the Meteor Council would have caused even greater chaos sooner or later.

For Alice, who was at level four, the events of the Nightmare Rift Valley spanned from the Morning Star level to the Radiant Moon level, and then from the Radiant Moon level to the Civilization level...

The level of responsibility is too great. Even if someone wants to take the blame, it's impossible to find Alice to take the blame.

Moreover, she's not some nobody without powerful backing; besides the Moonlit Family, she also has connections to the Grimm and Hercules lineages...

Therefore, with the discovery of the ancient god civilization, Alice the witch actually benefited from the misfortune and her mood improved considerably.

Correspondingly, her attitude toward Wizard Green changed from "being very dependent" to "being somewhat distant".

For example, right before our eyes, Alice the Witch stands to one side, her beautiful face expressionless, radiantly alone.

You should know that back in the Forgestone, she clung to Wizard Grimm, fearing that the Hercules lineage would abandon her.

At this moment, while there was some intimacy between her and Wizard Green, it was certainly less frequent.

"Um……"

Alice the witch gave a soft "hmm," then suddenly seemed to remember something, her beautiful eyes flickering slightly.

"Green, did that lord from the Forgestone come this time?"

That person was clearly referring to His Majesty the Moon.

In the southern region of the Wizarding World, there are four forges for the Dark Wizarding faction and four towers for the White Wizarding faction, not counting the Mountain City and the Nightmare Rift, where the Radiant Moon Lord resides…

There are only eight Radiant Moon Lords in total, and this time, the Golden Pen Sage from the Seven Saints Tower has arrived. He is the closest to the Nightmare Rift Valley, so he came in person.

Corresponding to the Seven Sacred Towers, on the Black Wizard's side, the closest being the true owner of the Forge Stone.

"That sir..."

Wizard Green gave a wry smile and gently shook his head.

He had no idea whether the great master of the Furnace Stone had come or not. Even his teacher, Hercules, who was one of the top five figures in the entire Furnace Stone, did not know whether the great master had come or not.

His Majesty the Radiant Moon is a being who is rarely seen; how could they know about him if he didn't take the initiative to inform them?

For example, the Golden Pen Calligraphy Master was unknown even to the Morning Star Wizards of the Seven Saints Tower before he set off.

It's likely that only the Morning Star, the Light of Discipline, from the Wizarding Council received this information, which is why he said "Please, Master Golden Pen Calligraphy, make your move" at the final stage...

In fact, after the Golden Pen Calligraphy Master made his move, his figure disappeared without a trace, and the current meeting is being chaired by the Light of Discipline from the Wizarding Council.

On the edge of the floating island, Wizard Grimm and Witch Alice gazed at the deep Nightmare Rift in the distance, chatting idly.

However, neither of them knew that the Radiant Moon Lord they had just mentioned had actually come to this battlefield.

Of course, once they arrived, they went straight to find the vanished master calligrapher with the golden pen...

At the boundary between three-dimensional and two-dimensional space, a rude voice suddenly rang out:

"Old man, you've lived this long, how come you're still so afraid..." (End of Chapter)