Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 507 First Ring Archaeology: Summoning the King of the Dead!
After Locke spoke, he immediately sensed a slight magical fluctuation coming from somewhere in the valley. He immediately waved the Sea Gold Sand in his hand, and the Sea Gold Sand transformed into a long spear from the golden spiral staircase, landing in that direction.

First-level magic: Golden Fern Spear!
A golden-green spear pierced through the rock. In that instant, Locke used a level one botanical spell: Flowing Gold Sand Waterfall. The spear, formed from sea gold sand, summoned a massive storm of gold sand that attacked the surrounding area.

Locke frowned slightly. "He escaped again?"

The Great Azure Leaf Dragon Sparrow behind him trembled, harnessing the winds of magic, and arrived at that place in the blink of an eye.

Locke observed carefully, "It must have used some kind of spirit invisibility, or etherealization ability, or perhaps some kind of illusion technique to escape my attack."

"Bloodline wizards have a wide variety of methods. Each bloodline wizard has dozens of magical creature bloodlines in their body. In terms of breaking the deadlock, bloodline wizards do have more ways to do so."

When the spores of Hypogold Sand enter a wizard's body, they amplify the pain tenfold. So Locke initially only wanted to use Hypogold Sand to force Nidhogg to reveal his location.

Locke said, "Even so, some of my Sea Gold Sand should still have entered his body. According to the current conversion of my magic pressure and his magic pressure, the difference between our magic pressure is extremely small, so there is only one way for him to relieve his pain: to use ritual magic."

"This would free him from the torment of my sea saliva. But that's exactly what I want to see."

The battle between wizards is a battle of information asymmetry.

Whoever has more information will be more powerful.

Hydra can still be used for about twenty minutes.

During their exchange, Locke had already determined that his opponent, without using ritual magic, could not defeat him using normal magic; in fact, he might even be able to suppress him.

After all, he had already barely increased his magic pressure to 9000 through the Poison Pool Body Refinement and Abyss Energy. Although the difference in magic pressure between him and the other person still existed, it did not create a level difference.

The opponent's only advantage lies in the characteristic of a crystallized ring—ritual magic.

That was the only thing he didn't understand. Ritual magic was extremely strange. Even if he were to face the ritual magic of the former female leader of the Ghostly Holy Church, Locke couldn't gamble on whether the power of Mister could resist it.

Therefore, in this wizarding realm, forcing Nidhogg to use ritual magic prematurely is the key to victory or defeat.

The fact that the other side is avoiding battle at this moment clearly indicates that they have also discovered this.

Locke searches the valley, ten Shadow Eye Grasses frantically scanning the area within a 10-kilometer radius, constantly expanding the search area to find the enemy completely.

"They're quite good at hiding," Locke said calmly, his eyes occasionally flashing with golden vertical pupils. Unfortunately, the mysterious dragon bloodline was very unstable, so the side-effect-free super-intuitive ability he had just generated had not yet appeared.

The current mysterious true dragon bloodline has only given him immortal dragon scales, enhancing the defensive capabilities of his skin.

After all, the mysterious true dragon bloodline has only reached the first stage of vaporization. For a true dragon, this stage is actually just that of a young dragon.

Moreover, I don't even know what kind of dragon it is.

In a sense, I am currently at the peak of my defense, but my normal offensive magic is severely lacking.

The power of Mister can only be used for 30 minutes at present, since Hydra is not a single magical plant and cannot be activated for a long time on its own.

Locke raised his right hand, and instantly the magical pressure transformed into a wave sphere, spreading in all directions. The negative energy particle field was all read by Locke.

At the same time, he chanted a spell, and the negative energy particle field gathered together, turning into a wisp of black smoke.

Locke pointed ahead and extended his left hand. "From the past five hundred years, borrow a departed king!"

A giant dragon book appeared beside him. The sect leader shot out a historical document containing a large amount of negative energy particle field information towards the black smoke. Then, the black smoke transformed into the image of a skeleton king wearing a crown and holding a sword.

This is a ring of archaeological magic—summoning the King of the Dead.

Essentially, this is not ordinary necromancy. The essence of necromancy is to forcibly leave the soul or spirit of another person (which can also be artificial) inside a body created by a necromancer or another person's body through magic.

Some of these souls come from wandering spirits, some from the afterlife created by necromancers, and some are summoned from other planes, such as the Styx Plane and the Ghost Plane.

Some undead creatures even exist naturally. For example, the ninth, seventeenth, and twenty-first layers of the Endless Abyss are all planes occupied by the undead. Necromancers can summon undead creatures by signing a contract with the lords of those three abyssal worlds.

These beings, neither alive nor dead, belong neither to life nor to death; their very existence has always been a desecration of both life and death.

However, the undead summoned by archaeological spells are not undead in essence, or rather, not undead in the conventional sense. For example, the King of the Dead summoned by Locke using archaeological spells has no physical body and no soul. It is merely an undead that Locke forcibly reconstructed by using the surrounding negative energy particle field, combined with death energy, and the information contained in the [Sovereign] Dragon Book in his possession.

It does not belong to the neither-living nor-dead, but is a part of the past.

Therefore, it does not violate the laws of life and death, and because it will naturally disappear after an hour, it is not included in the list of prohibited magic by the White Wizard Association.

Information has power. A single historical document is just an ordinary piece of information, but when a large amount of historical material is added together, it is enough to deduce history, interfere with reality, and evolve the future.

Archaeologists used this mechanism to create a sovereign, and then created a large amount of power based on historical materials.

At this moment, the King of the Dead bowed slightly to Locke. Although it could only exist for the duration of the spell's effect, the King of the Dead looked at Locke, and the soul fire dancing in its eye sockets seemed to see Locke's image superimposed on the Book of Dragons.

Locke is the Book of Dragons, the "Sovereign" who created it.

The King of the Dead raised his sword. "Dead King, pay homage to the great dragon."

Within the soul fire of this King of the Dead, Locke's form is essentially that of a dragon.

Was it Locke's own bloodline power, or the image brought to him by the Sovereign's Book of Dragons?

Locke nodded slightly. "Tell me the location of the second wizard here."

The Summoning the King of the Dead spell not only summons a larger version of the high-level undead [Death Knight], but also collects negative energy particle fields from the surrounding ground at the same time, allowing the Death Knight to control a great deal of information about the surrounding ground the moment it appears.

Locke, on the other hand, planned to use this mechanism to find the escaped Nidhogg.

The King of the Dead's eye sockets flickered with soul fire. He raised the sword held in his skeletal arm and pointed it in a direction. "The dragon, he's there."

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On the other side, Nidhogg, enduring excruciating pain, used the bloodline spell "Shrink" from the "Clearing Insect" to run wildly. He barely managed to dodge Locke's two attacks from the Botanical Magic "Burning Gold Sand Flow" series of spells, and escaped into a stream in a valley. He shrank to the size of a leaf and hid in the stream, panting heavily.

Pain was interfering with Nidhogg's reasoning. Hiding among the pebbles of the stream, Nidhogg used the [Dead Leaf Moth] bloodline ability to disguise himself. "Damn outsider wizards, they really miscalculated."

"I didn't expect him to be so powerful. This bewitching wizard from outside is a ruthless person."

"It hurts... What kind of magic is that? It hurts so much when it hits me. It's excruciating. There's absolutely no way to lessen the pain. I can't take it anymore. I have to find a way to stop this pain."

"At least use the abilities of the [Clearing Cricket] and [Dead Leaf Moth] to give me some breathing room. Once I'm relieved of this pain, I'll figure out a way to suppress that Eye Demon Wizard."

Nidhogg, panting among the pebbles, was horrified to see a Shadow Eye Grass, like a shadow eyeball, heading towards him.

"How is this possible? How could they find me like this?" Nidhogg felt extremely uncomfortable. "I haven't had a moment to catch my breath. I've never fought a wizard before, and this is so painful."

"That bewitching wizard is absolutely terrifying."

Nidhogg sensed Locke's magical pressure rapidly approaching. His last shred of hope vanished, and he immediately dispelled the disguise spell, using the [Clearing Insect] bloodline ability to escape in a certain direction.

"No, it hurts too much, I can't stand it at all."

"If all else fails, we'll have to use the power of the Blood River Plane to relieve this pain."

"That wizard's special power shouldn't be usable for long. I should have delayed a bit longer instead of risking a direct confrontation." Nidhogg was torn between his thoughts and his inner demons.

"But he is only a liquefaction stage wizard after all. Even though his spell pool is rich, there is still a level gap between us. Fighting head-on... is not impossible. I am in too much pain right now. As long as I can summon the power of the Blood River, my pain will be relieved in an instant."

A look of confusion flashed in Nidhogg's eyes.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he wanted to use his trump card ritual magic prematurely because of his assessment of the situation or because he wanted to stop the pain immediately.

Aside from the hardships he endured while researching certain difficult problems and advancing to become a formal wizard, he basically never suffered any hardship in his life.

Therefore, at this moment, facing the pain caused by the sea saliva, his tolerance was extremely poor, and he could hardly bear it.

(End of this chapter)