Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 780 Fishing, Claiming Ancestor Status, and Blood Tonics

On the ruins of Verdandia University, two second-circle wizards from the Dark Wizarding Alliance appeared. One had just come from the Pale Pilgrimage, and the other was the second-circle wizard that Locke and Hussein had met in the Southeast Corner before.

Back then, during the battle above Lilith's Hut, the second-circle wizard used immense magic to threaten the local White Wizards' Guild alliance.

Locke still remembers that scene from back then: the sky was split in two, one side black and the other white.

As a newly appointed wizard, Locke immediately felt as vulnerable as an infant, as if he had returned to his former weak state.

At that moment, Locke immediately recognized the second-circle wizard who appeared beside him as the same second-circle dark wizard he had looked up at from the place where Lilith's cottage used to be.

Locke looked at the black wizard and saw that his hair was white and his face under the black wizard's robe no longer had the powerful look of a god.

He had wrinkles around his eyes, and his gaze was full of caution, scrutiny, and appraising.

The other party was very nervous.

It seems to be observing itself and trying to understand the current situation.

This second-circle dark wizard's magical pressure was about 15,000, and this was indeed him, but the aura emanating from his soul led Locke to estimate that he was about a thousand years old.

In other words, this dark wizard has reached the limit of his lifespan, and he is only barely prolonging his life by using some means.

In other words, he probably came to the Southeastern Corner just to retire. It's just unexpected that while he was there, he would encounter a mission sent by the Pale Pilgrimage Headquarters.

Berber Morgan glanced at Locke, his eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and disbelief.

"What a young wizard."

"Aren't you even thirty yet? My God, at your age, even if you're just a formal wizard, you still have a very promising future."

"Given how ruthless you were before, I thought you were some kind of immortal old man, or at least a reincarnated wizard."

Berber Morgan looked behind Locke and deduced that this must be Locke's first incarnation.

"However, as a second-circle wizard, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to repeatedly attack first-circle wizards?"

"According to convention, wizards of the same ring attack wizards of the same ring. Today you can have a second-ring wizard attack a first-ring wizard, and tomorrow a second-ring wizard from the Pale Pilgrimage can hunt down a first-ring wizard from your Golden Crown Mountain."

Locke smiled, unconvinced.

"The old wizard actually recognized my origins."

"But old wizard, have you never used your second-circle wizard magic level to fight a first-circle wizard?"

Berber Morgan paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"often."

“That’s true. In this desolate land, there’s no need to concern ourselves with chivalry. He’s just a low-level wizard from a lower-level wizarding land. Let’s make a deal. That’s enough for today. You don’t care about the life or death of your wizard friend who betrayed the Blood Curse Court.”

"Our Pale Pilgrimage won't target your alma mater, Lilith's Hut, how about that? Fair enough? Of course, you'll have to keep that female leader of the Ghostly Holy Church. After all, she's the head of a subordinate organization of our Pale Pilgrimage's Ghostly Hall."

Locke fell into thought. The other side was actually willing to give up attacking Lilith's Hut and disrupting their Black Wizard Alliance's plans in the southeastern corner of the region in order to besiege and kill Hussein.

Don't know why.

It seems that the legacy of the progenitor wizard is not easy to obtain.

On the other side, Hussein glared fiercely at the beast-like vampire marquis in front of him, wearing a golden mask with six red eyes and eight pairs of black bat wings. His blood magic resonated with the surrounding magical tides, forming a blood ring.

The vampire marquis, Isaac, scoffed.

"He's just a nobody, yet he dares to deliberately lure me out."

"Unfortunately, your knowledge is ultimately limited. Hussein, is it?"

Wizard Isaac said, "Your wishful thinking is wrong. You are just a lower-level wizard after all, with a shallow foundation and insufficient knowledge. What you obtained is the inheritance of the ancestral wizard, using the ancestral wizard's ancestral blood, and proving his second ring."

"It has nothing to do with me. I am not of your superior bloodline. It's no use trying to lure me out! Your superior bloodline consists of vampire wizards who are the true direct disciples of those progenitor wizards. They can use the [Claim Ancestor] on you."

"If they show up near you, you're doomed."

"Moreover, your situation is different from that of these leeks."

As Isaac opened his mouth wide, it seemed as if a demonic mouth was behind his golden mask. The Blood Curse Court's official wizards, who were just celebrating the arrival of a second-ring wizard, hadn't even had time to react when they suddenly saw Isaac's magic aimed at them.

The dark wizards' expressions changed drastically, and they were about to flee when they were stopped by Hussein's eleven volleys.

Hussein seemed to be intentionally testing how much the Pale Pilgrimage wizard could restrain a wizard by secretly attacking the dark wizard of the Blood Curse Court, and therefore simply let him do as he pleased.

Because he wanted to observe the situation and use it to deduce his chances of winning when he faced the ancestral wizard's clone.

The next moment, those dark wizards who wanted to escape, and those who intended to resist, suddenly realized that they were simply unable to muster the will to resist Isaac the wizard.

At the same time, their magic is constantly being transformed into their blood by the vampire's curse, filling their blood with magic and magical pressure.

Immediately afterwards, their bodies and souls exploded one by one, turning into the purest blood that flowed into the body of the wizard Isaac.

Originally, Isaac's magic pressure was only 12,000, but after consuming the blood of these leeks and directly killing one-third of the official wizards of the Blood Curse Court, his magic pressure was temporarily increased from 12,000 to 13,000.

This increase in magical pressure is only temporary.

But his life force somehow became younger.

Hussein's eyes shifted slightly, because these Blood Curse Court black wizards, who had learned a tampered Blood Curse magic system, didn't even have the strength to resist the second-circle wizards of the Pale Pilgrimage.

All their blood was drawn directly from them, and everything about them was absorbed into that blood.

The gap is so big.

The wizard Isaac laughed, "The Blood Curse Court in the southeastern corner is nothing more than food for the high-ranking vampires of our Pale Pilgrimage."

"All the magic you've learned is just to integrate everything you've worked so hard to acquire into your bloodstream, and then you become our mobile health packs. Do you understand, Hussein? They are my health packs."

"And you, by receiving the legacy of the progenitor wizard, have become his life support."

Wizard Isaac scoffed, saying, "But it's your honor."

"The Ancestral Wizard is high above and would definitely not care about the little bit of magical pressure on you. Unless he has a special need, he will not send out his clones to collect you, his blood replenishment bag."

Isaac the wizard said with his hands behind his back, "These things are no secret to legitimate wizards. We're not those hypocritical white wizards who hide everything, afraid that others will know they're exploiting us. Our principle as black wizards is that if you're going to be a dog for a big shot, you have to be capable yourself."

"There's no benefit in it, so why should you learn magic? Can't the important people keep magic to themselves? Why should you learn magic just because you have the aptitude?"

Everything comes at a price.

"Hussein, since you are the Primordial Wizard's life support, come back to the Pale Pilgrimage with me. The Primordial Wizard will awaken from his eternal slumber in about a hundred years, ending yet another thousand-year slumber. At that time, he will decide what to do with you."

Hussein frowned and looked at Locke Augustine not far away, wondering what choice he would make.

Upon seeing this, the wizard Isaac burst into laughter.

"The White Wizard is very hypocritical. Although he is somewhat ruthless, why would he help you if there's nothing in it for him?"

"Soon, you will be caught in a pincer attack by Berber and me. This trap has been looming over you ever since you accepted the legacy of the progenitor wizard. But don't despair. The reason I'm giving you the chance to be my dog ​​is because you have the talent."

"If the Primordial Wizard truly admires you, perhaps he won't treat you as just an ordinary blood-boosting device to extend his lifespan, but will instead promote you to his true personal student. Who knows? You might as well surrender."

The next moment, the wizard Isaac froze. He looked down and saw that his vampire demon body, which served as a permanent defensive force field shell, had been pierced by a demonic plant.

That is the magical plant of summer, Pinellia ternata!

"roar~"

The wizard Isaac roared, a terrifying magical pressure sweeping outwards from beneath his feet. "Locke Augustine, you are truly foolish."

"Didn't we already agree not to attack your alma mater, Lilith Hut? If that's the case, what does what happens here have to do with you?"

Locke laughed and said, "Hussein is my friend. If you want me to betray my friend, you have to offer a reasonable price. You're actually using something that never happened as a bargaining chip to make a deal with me."

"Black wizard, this isn't how you do business. What you're doing is outright robbery."

"I've never made such a losing deal in my life."

The wizard Isaac now had three arms. He turned one arm and plucked the pinellia.

Hussein said, "Locke, the original version of the Vampire Transformation Blood Curse can be used as a permanent defensive force field or as a powerful spell."

"Therefore, the vampire sorcerers of the Pale Pilgrimage possess their vampire god as their permanent defensive force field shell and immense magic. They have terrifying melee abilities and incredible regeneration speed..."

The next moment, the vampire demon's hand that was holding Banxia began to melt under the burning power of Banxia's summer magic.

Sparks appeared on his third hand.

There weren't many high-level white wizards around, so Locke directly opened the beast panel. Even without using extreme magic, his magic pressure increased from 10,000 to 13,000.

It is the same as Isaac's current magical pressure.

It was far superior to Hussein, but under the 15,000 magical pressures of the wizard Berber Morgan.

The confidence of the two dark wizards stems from the fact that they are veteran ordinary second-circle wizards, and their overall magical pressure is higher than that of Locke and Hussein, who just became second-circle wizards this year.

Their spell pool is richer than theirs.

Locke hasn't even formed his own permanent defensive force field shell yet.

They had been watching from the sidelines without intervening, firstly because there simply wasn't enough time; the two had been lurking in this gathering of dark wizards when they suddenly launched their attack, something neither of them had anticipated.

The second point is to observe the approaches taken by Locke and Hussein.

Their willingness to act now stems from their certainty that even if Locke and Hussein join forces, they still have a way to deal with the two.

However, neither of them expected that Hussein became an ordinary second-circle wizard only because of a special inheritance.

Their actual strength is far behind theirs.

But Locke was not.

His apparent magical pressure is just over 10,000, but his actual magical pressure is 16,000.

Moreover, he has a beast panel that allows him to maintain his magic pressure at 19,000 for a long time without any side effects, which is very close to the level of a Star Ring Wizard.

This resulted in a serious misjudgment on both sides.

The hand that the wizard Isaac had been holding in his hand turned into a piece of charcoal.

Amidst the clash of their magical powers, Locke witnessed a medium-sized world where a tyrannical extraterrestrial demon god had emerged—the vampire demon god.

This so-called Primal Vampire Transformation Blood Curse transformed most of the beings in that world into vampires, and then forcibly used the "Claiming Ancestor" spell on the entire world, thus kidnapping the world and forcing out the World Stone, which then became corrupted.

'I see. ’

Locke realized what was happening.

"They're both second-circle wizards, but the methods to obtain the World Stone are diverse. Dark wizards like Isaac, for example, conquered entire planes, transformed all their inhabitants, and then forcibly confronted the planes directly, obtaining the World Stone in this way."

'This approach is a bit crude, but it's not impossible. However, it's equivalent to either suppressing the world will of that medium-sized world or transforming it. Either way, it limits his own future.'

Locke judged: 'This is a shortcut, sacrificing the future to elevate one's own level.'

'If all Pale Pilgrimages follow this pattern, their potential won't be very high.'

'But the Pale Pilgrimage should have a third-ring wizard behind it, which means that the wizard in front of us is still not a true mid-to-high-level member of the Pale Pilgrimage, and hasn't learned the real skills of the Pale Pilgrimage; he's still just cannon fodder.'

The wizard Isaac was furious.

At the same time, a look of caution flashed in the eyes of the Berber wizard, because Locke's magical pressure had reached 13,000.

Although he had two thousand more magic pressure than Locke, his lifespan had already reached its limit.

If he takes too many actions, he might die prematurely.

The wizard Berber sighed inwardly, "Back then, I actually paid attention to his magical pressure; after all, he was a young first-ring wizard who made a name for himself in the battle at Lilith's Hut. But I quickly forgot about him, thinking he was just a nobody."

Who would have thought that this once insignificant person would now stand before me?

(End of this chapter)