Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 700 This year's Silent Holy Grail is unpredictable from the very beginning!

In the Silent Dimension, Locke, along with the Priestess and the Gunslinger, arrived at an abandoned factory, where hundreds of cultists remained.

At the same time, inspectors came to patrol outside the factory. These inspectors all had a black strap tied to their right arm and were all holding a flintlock pistol.

Locke looked at his gunslinger, who whispered, "Those are just ordinary inspectors without superpowers. Inspectors are loyal to the Emperor, and it's the highest position any ordinary person can obtain through an exam."

“Every inspector must undergo a rigorous examination and be selected from the best to become an inspector. They are responsible for managing several areas within the city.”

"I think it must have been an order from the Imperial Palace to have them sweep the entire city, and they were just conducting a routine inspection when they came to check on us."

Locke smiled but said nothing.

The young priestess asked anxiously, "God, what should we do?"

The gunslinger whistled and picked up his two guns. "I'll go out and take them out."

"They're just a bunch of ordinary henchmen of the emperor. Killing them won't be difficult."

Locke glanced at the gunman; this gunman possessed a certain amount of telekinesis, roughly at the level of a second-class wizard apprentice, specializing in telekinetic magic within the Mind School.

If this is innate, then he must be considered a genius within the world's native power system.

However, the power system of this world has been suppressed by the emperor, so ordinary people believe that there are no superpowers in this world and have no access to this information.

Whether they have talent or not is irrelevant.

Locke shook his head. "No need. This emperor is cunning and too selfish."

Gunslinger looked at Locke with a puzzled expression.

Locke said, "The Emperor's order to search everywhere is just a ruse. Once these people are dead, their colleagues will know immediately, and the Emperor will be able to pinpoint our approximate location."

"I don't care. This body can travel thousands of miles away in an instant. It comes without a trace and goes without a trace. The problem lies with you."

Locke looked at the priestess, then at the gunslinger. "Even you couldn't possibly walk from one city to another in a single day."

The gunslinger put away his two muskets. "Impossible. I may be a gunslinger, but I'm still just a mortal, and besides, it's impossible to go out at night in this world."

"If you leave the light source, you may die."

"But we can take the train."

Locke said, “That’s right. So, you, the priest, and everyone here cannot leave on foot within a day. But once we are located in a certain city, they will block all trains in the vicinity. Your world’s mode of transportation is highly dependent on trains, so as long as the inspectors block the trains, they can block your movement.”

The gunslinger gripped his weapon at his waist, brimming with confidence, and said, "So what if that's the case? As long as I have these two old friends, even if a hundred inspectors stood in front of me, I could wipe them out!"

Locke looked at him and said, "That was before. These inspectors will soon be no ordinary people."

Locke learned about the competition and how it was played.

On the surface, this is a war between four second-circle wizards and a second-circle native, plus an inevitable apocalypse.

But in order to limit the wizards, this competition actually gave them a huge weakness: the summoner.

'If anything happens to the summoner before my true form descends, my holy avatar will be forced to disappear due to the interruption of the ritual magic.'

Locke thought cautiously, "The biggest enemy of the four contestants right now is not each of them, but the native emperor of this world."

"Although the power of the native emperor and the power of the apocalypse will inevitably wax and wane over time, at this moment, at the very beginning of this game, he is the most powerful being on the field."

"Therefore, in the early stages of the competition, the four contestants will inevitably target the emperor as well."

Outside the abandoned factory, an inspector approached with a musket. He said, "The doors to this dump are closed? These are footprints..."

"There are people here! Could it be that the traitor His Majesty spoke of is here?!"

The inspector wore a scarlet double-breasted wool coat, a black bullet belt slung across his left shoulder, a nickel-plated military knife hanging from his right waist, and white trousers with 12 matte copper studs on the cuffs.

Excitement flashed in the inspector's eyes. He had gone through many exams to become an inspector, but because he had no connections, he could only become a regular inspector.

But if he could capture those traitors and rebels at this moment, he could become an official, a high-ranking official.

Then all his years of hard work must have been worthwhile!
A burning light flashed in the young inspector's eyes as he raised his musket, and the ten ordinary soldiers behind him immediately followed suit.

The inspector shouted, "You traitors inside, come out!"

A fierce glint flashed in the inspector's eyes. "Those who defy the emperor should die immediately. Come out here."

He kicked open the door of the abandoned factory, only to find it completely empty.

The inspector was stunned for a moment, then heard the sound of dozens of people running away. He turned his head and saw a group of believers running away from another direction.

Upon witnessing this scene, the governor felt as if his achievements were within reach, and that promotion and wealth were just around the corner. "Chase after him!"

He rushed back to a steam motorcycle a hundred meters away, then mounted it and chased after the fleeing cultists.

"I want to be an official. I want to be an official. I never want to be this lowly inspector again. I want to be a high-ranking official in the Inspectorate."

"I'm clearly the best at taking exams, so why shouldn't I become a high-ranking official and enjoy the best things in the world?"

An extreme lust for power flashed in Inspector Charles's eyes, and this lust caused a mental fluctuation in him. He suddenly had the ability to see every detail of the movement of everything with the naked eye while driving at high speed.

In fact, his outstanding performance in the martial arts test of the supervisory examination was due to this special talent.

And for some reason, this talent has suddenly become even more apparent today.

Locke's saintly incarnation walked beside him, but because the demonic pressure had been transformed into a demonic pressure barrier, this person could not see him.

In addition, the speed of the steam car was just so-so, so Locke walked beside him with his hands behind his back, and his leisurely walking speed was always consistent with the speed of the man riding the motorcycle.

Seeing this, Locke pondered, "This person clearly has a strong talent for telekinesis, and in theory, he should be very suitable for the local power system of this world. Like that gunslinger, he is currently focused on becoming an official."

"So that's how it is. The emperor not only prohibits the dissemination of knowledge related to the power system, but also uses an inspection exam to attract the most intelligent and talented people in the world to become obsessed with the power of inspection."

"Even the most ordinary low-ranking inspector is immersed in the pursuit of power. This inspector has a strong dimensional power. If the emperor hadn't used an inspector exam to attract his attention and shaped his values ​​from childhood, he, as the favored person of this world, should have been able to make certain achievements in carrying on the civilization of this world."

Locke shook his head. "A tyrant."

"One person's civilization? You actually imprinted this knowledge into the principles of the world, wanting to replace the principles of the world with your ideas."

Locke sneered, "Ignorant and foolish."

The workings of a world are so complex that even a third-ring wizard wouldn't dare claim to have completely seen through a small-scale plane.

Even the slightest mistake could lead to widespread death and destruction.

Of course, the native emperor of this world clearly doesn't care about others, only about himself.

He doesn't care about anyone but himself, so he doesn't care at all what will happen by doing this; he only cares about his own power.

Locke was instantly back in the factory, where a full moon rose.

Her own Moon Mirror could reflect everything, so it had just reflected the images of these cultists, allowing the inspectors to see them. However, the direction reflected in the mirror was reversed. Therefore, the inspectors were also chasing in the opposite direction.

The hundred or so followers given to us at the start have already run back through the small gate of the factory.

Locke smiled at Gunslinger and said, "Your Emperor has relaxed his control over this world to enhance the strength of the Inspectors. Soon these Inspectors will all become superhumans. I just don't know what the power system of your world is."

A hint of embarrassment flashed in the gunslinger's eyes. "According to that girl, everyone in this world can acquire superpowers through learning and training. But for the past thirty-five years, I've believed that this is my innate superpower."

He raised his musket and fired suddenly at Locke, but the bullet veered halfway through its flight and struck the rusty iron frame of a window fifty meters away.

The iron frame was immediately broken.

The gunslinger said, "This is my superpower, gunfighting. I'm just a gunslinger with decent skills, so I can make bullets turn. I can also fire two shots in a row, using one bullet to hit the back of the other, making the bullet turn in mid-air."

"At the same time, I can also accelerate the bullet with my will."

"Furthermore, after years of training, my speed in drawing the gun is unmatched."

Locke nodded slightly. As a second-circle wizard, he only needed to think for a moment to understand why the other party was able to do these things.

It was merely a preliminary application of his innate telekinetic abilities, a very crude application that could be described as instinctive.

He already possesses magic pressure at the level of a second-class wizard apprentice.

The result was that he could only do what even a third-rate wizard apprentice of the spiritual school could easily do.

This clearly demonstrates that the opponent's utilization rate of their own power is appallingly low.

The priest, feeling guilty, said to Locke, "All the knowledge I have comes from what you told me. So I'm sorry, I don't know what the power system of our world originally looked like, or what it should be called."

Locke said, "Well, it was originally a trivial matter."

The priest asked, "God, what should we do now?"

Locke thought for a moment.

The construction of one's own great magic requires a large number of magical plants. These plants, which have evolved under the illumination of one's own Moon of Evolution, will provide one with a large amount of energy feedback.

Not only evolution, but also change, and the benefits derived from it, all equate to fulfilling an ecological contract with one's own evolutionary month.

The most powerful magic of a botanical wizard will grant him his own unique ecological community.

And its own Evolution Moon can receive a large amount of energy feedback from the plants.

Therefore, a large number of plants are needed.

There are two problems now. First, the plants that have existed in this world over the years are really few.

The entire city was like a mechanical city, without a single green star or wild animal.

The ground was all concrete and steel flooring; there wasn't even any soil or insects.

Secondly, one can raise one's own moon high in the sky, and then there will be two moons in the world.

In this way, one can directly control the plants of the entire world.

The problem is that the native emperor of this world is currently the most powerful being on the map, so he cannot do that.

Even worse, one cannot let the moon rise to illuminate a city, otherwise the emperor will immediately target one and concentrate his attacks on one, eliminating one of the first from the Silent Plane.

The young priestess asked, "God, shall we go to the ecological reserve in this world? You told me in my dream that only plants can exert your power. We can go to the ecological reserve in this world, where there are primeval forests."

Locke glanced at the young priestess.

So that's how it is. I thought it was because this world was extremely unfavorable to my magic.

But it turns out that there are still regions in this world suitable for his great magic, it's just that this industrial city, which has absolutely no plants, is not suitable for him.

'The normal procedure should be that I follow this priestess, evading the inspectors' pursuit, to the forest reserve of this world, and then obtain the primeval forest there as my ecological community.'

As soon as Locke had a thought, the remaining percentage of the forest reserves in this world appeared in his mind—'1.3%'.

Locke fell silent. "That's far too little. Normally it should be around 15%-17%. It seems there are very few plants in this world to begin with."

'Going to the forest reserve should be the first place a botanical wizard goes. I'll harvest some forest first to increase my ecosystem.'

'Then, probably in this world, we'll recruit people to quickly produce plants. That should be the general idea.'

Locke thought to himself, 'But this is too slow.'

'And there's also a botanical wizard in this world, Edgar. Using this method, we'll have to compete with him for ecological resources.'

Locke had read the competition materials beforehand, so he naturally had some understanding of the situation. He also knew in advance that there were very few plants in this world, but he didn't expect there to be so few.

'I'll stick to my previous plan and use that plan to create my ecosystem.'

'So, not only am I not going to the forest reserve, I'm going to go to the downtown area!'

Locke asked, "Where is the most densely populated place in this world?"

Gunslinger said, "Of course, it's the capital."

Locke smirked. "Oh, then let's go to the capital."

Beneath the Silent Throne, a group of wizards in the spectator area were dumbfounded.

Camilla the witch nearly jumped up in anger. "Why would a botanical wizard like him go to the capital instead of the forest reserve?"

"Are there any plants there? What does he want to do?"

"There are three contestants in this competition, and I can't understand what they are doing."

That's right, Edgar, as a botanical wizard, also didn't go to the forest reserve.

He directly seized the Inspectorate on the spot, raised a banner of resistance against the Empire, and called on all those in the Empire who wanted to rebel to join him in resisting the Empire.

This move left many wizarding viewers bewildered.

The start of this year's Silent Grail War is definitely the strangest in a century.

The magic weaver lowers her own magical pressure to weave clothes for mortals.

The botanical wizards didn't go to the forest reserves. One went to the most densely populated and industrially developed city, while the other went even further, directly rebelling on the spot and wanting to confront the native regime of that world head-on.

So, the only normal one was actually Wizard Smith of Storm Tower.

He was the only one who was seriously trying to establish connections with potential allies in the indigenous world.

This is also a common opening for the Silent Grail in previous years. It is classic and common because it is effective.

(End of this chapter)