Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 645 Please return to... my era!
Locke examined the iron ball in his hand. He carefully observed it and found that no matter how much magical energy he poured into it, it was as if it had sunk into the sea.

Apart from that, nothing particularly unusual was found.

But this makes the strange iron ball seem even more special.

Locke checked it again and found nothing unusual about the iron ball, so he put it into the Astral Ring.

The witch Shirley, carrying her wizard's sword that gleamed with a dazzling holy light, said, "There's another possibility. It's that telling us this isn't necessarily a good thing."

"Don't forget, there's a so-called Tower of the Black Sun inside. In that princess's mind, having future generations tell her this sensitive information was never a kind gesture."

Locke nodded. "That's certainly true."

The four recorded the negative energy particle field information on the surface of the small princess statue. They also quickly discovered that the small statue had two sides.

On one hand, there is the image of a princess gazing into the distance, hoping for the king's return from his conquest; on the other hand, there is the image of a princess dressed as a queen, majestically ruling over all directions.

The statue's base on this side also has corresponding inscriptions.

However, these words were written in a very ancient magical language, so the four of them were stunned for a moment when they saw them. They could only divide the language into four parts, and each of them was responsible for translating one part.

An hour later, the four of them pieced together their translations.

As a result, after reading this part, the expressions on the faces of all four of them were very strange.

Warwick said, "First of all, this mausoleum complex is under a special spell. It is predicted that if a wizard count forces his way in, the entire mausoleum will sink into the abyss river, and he will perish together with that wizard count at the cost of the destruction of the entire mausoleum."

"The princess did not want her tomb to be desecrated by the high-ringed sorcerer."

"A first-ring wizard in the Age of Stars could become a wizard viscount, establish a viscountry, and create a very small magical kingdom. A second-ring wizard could become a wizard earl, and create a more powerful magical earlry. This was the level of most magical kingdoms in that era."

"Only a third-ring wizard can be called a Wizard King. Of course, the Wizard King of that era... in this era, his combat power may not really be comparable to that of a third-ring wizard today. After all, times change."

"This prayer recounts that the princess married a peerless hero. That peerless hero ushered in a great era, an era in which mortals ruled themselves. Wizards ascended to the sky and became celestial deities, while among the mortals, some were chosen by the wizards to be kings and rule over the human world."

"At least that was the case in the land of that peerless hero. It's just a pity that the name of the person and the kingdom mentioned in this prayer have all been destroyed. It seems to be due to the effect of the curse of exoneration."

The four exchanged glances, each seeing seriousness in the other's eyes.

They may have discovered some truth about the nameless king's curse of being stripped of his title.

The other party seems to have created a special historical period called the Mortal Era, and implemented this system within the territory of their own magical kingdom, which has been targeted by a force called the "Tower of the Black Sun".

"The Age of Mortals..." Locke pondered, "That era as a whole is called the Age of Stars. But this prayer refers to the events within that kingdom as the Age of Mortals. Does this mean that the nameless king's ambition is to completely end the Age of Stars and usher the entire world into the Age of Mortals!"

"His decision made him a target of the Black Sun Tower, which was hidden behind the Age of Stars."

Warwick nodded. “I think it’s very likely. It makes sense; look at the second half of this prayer. It says that this peerless hero conquered all sides, the wizard as a god, and the mortal as a king. God and king conquered all sides and achieved final victory.”

"The kingdom's territory has reached its limit."

"Seventy percent of the wizarding world has been unified by that king. At this time, that peerless hero ordered all wizards... all wizards... to surrender their magic?"

Warwick's voice was distorted. "That peerless hero demanded that all the magic in the heavens and on earth be gathered into his own, and he transformed that power into the power of those mortal kings chosen by the gods."

"The power of God and the King are completely combined."

"Gods and kings conquer all directions, and none can rival them. Only one step remains before that peerless hero can unify the wizarding world, bring forth the empire once more, end the Age of Stars, and usher in the next age of mortals."

All four of them fell silent.

Locke frowned in thought, "The wizarding world of the Age of Stars must have been much smaller than it is now. Perhaps only one-tenth the size?"

The witch Shirley said, "Some archaeologists believe that one-thirtieth is already quite good. Moreover, in the Age of Stars, a third-ring wizard was already a powerful being. Some powerful wizard kings may have reached the edge of a fourth-ring wizard, or were already fourth-ring wizards, which is why they were able to be the best in the world."

"In the Age of Stars, first-ring wizards were already the backbone of wizarding civilization, second-ring wizards were the upper echelons of the wizarding world, and third-ring wizards were the absolute kings who ruled the great magical nations."

Locke said, “Even so, this nameless king who was about to unify the wizarding world was absolutely powerful. It’s just that for some reason, he wanted to usher in an era of mortals and confront the Tower of the Black Sun.” “Perhaps, he was also at odds with all the magical kingdoms at that time.”

"Even many wizards in his own country want to be his enemy."

Warwick's voice remained distorted. "What interests me most is the last part of the prayer, you see—"

Warwick read aloud this part of his translation: "[To posterity, my achievements as a witch are extremely limited. I will never become a second-circle wizard, but I have considerable knowledge of the ways of kingship.]"

[On the remnants of those legendary heroes, I discovered a necromancer of considerable talent. He loathed necromancy, yet was forced to learn it by his family. I recognized his potential, and he told me of his grand vision—the language of Mordor.]

[I solemnly declare to Heaven and Truth that I have invested all my remaining resources and the lingering respect those people held for me into this wizard, striving to help him achieve his dream. He believes that as wizarding civilization extends across the timeline, many ancient technologies and truths will inevitably be lost with the passage of time.]

To prevent this from happening, he discovered a completely different path within necromancy. The brilliance of his path drew my attention; before him, I seemed so insignificant, and even my king seemed less great.

If my and the king's reign only lasts a century, can this wizard's teachings be passed down for millennia, allowing his disciples and descendants to find traces of my past?

As a first-ring witch, I am powerless against the Tower of the Black Sun. But they disregarded me, allowing me to live and leaving me unchecked. So I staked my entire future on this wizard's dream. If his dream comes true, then future wizards will surely have many of his disciples and followers.

[Because in his description, his disciples and grand-disciples in later generations would be a group of tomb raiders roaming the world and traveling through different timelines, uncovering all the secrets of that period.]

If this is the case, then some things can transcend the curse of being erased from one's name and be passed on to future generations.

This is the only possibility I, as the weak, can have to defeat that behemoth.

Please rotate this statue of mine, three times to the left and once to the right. The echo in the city center will then resound.

Please tell me... I won.

The four of them looked at each other.

The witch Shirley said, “Echoes erupt? We can indeed use history reenactment to capture her echoes and fix her memories through them, turning the entire city into… a past scene.”

"Pull this city into the past!"

Warwick's eyes burned with fervor. "Yes, with the four of us, we absolutely can do it!"

"But... have we unearthed the tomb of one of the origins of archaeological wizards? But the origin wizard of archaeology has hidden himself, seemingly afraid that the archaeological wizards will excavate his tomb. Of course, some people believe that this is a question that the origin wizard of archaeology has given to all archaeological wizards, asking us to find his identity."

"Unexpectedly, we will encounter fragments of his past descriptions here."

Locke was speechless. "Did you notice? The princess never revealed the identity of that archaeological wizard or the origin wizard, nor did she provide any valuable description of him from beginning to end."

"Perhaps, during this period, this founding father of archaeology was already plotting against all future archaeological wizards."

The witch Shirley couldn't help but laugh. "This person is quite interesting."

"So, are you all going to do it?"

“Once we do that, the entire city will be plunged into the past, and we can’t guarantee that the combined efforts of the four of us to use historical reenactment will be successful, or that any unexpected events might occur.”

"Will this put all the wizards in this city in great danger?"

Warwick said, "Do it, why not? We came here to crack the secret! How can we just stop here!"

Locke said, "I have no objection."

"Moreover, this is the first time I have used historical reenactment to capture historical trajectories and pull the city into the past."

“This is a rare experience for me.” Locke tossed a bottle of holy spring nectar to the pale-faced wizard McKinley.

Wizard McKinley opened the bottle, took a sniff, and then a look of delight appeared on his face. "Thank you, Wizard Augustine."

"Then I'll do it too."

(End of this chapter)