Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 782 The World War and Xue Mei!
A life force, like a spear, refracted from Locke's permanent defensive field toward the wizard Berber and rushed into the world where his great magic resided.

Berber the wizard's pupils suddenly contracted because the flaw in his Death Aura spell model allowed Locke to seize the opportunity and establish a [World Passage] directly connected to the world where his immense magic resided.

It bypassed his permanent defensive field.

The Permanent Defensive Force Field Shell is supposed to be an isolation shield for a second-circle wizard, an asset isolation device for a second-circle wizard. Once crossed, it is extremely easy for two major spells to collide directly.

The Berber wizard muttered to himself.

"Lilith's Cottage?"

In his eyes, what should have been Locke's reflection had now become a forest, a magnificent forest, lush and verdant, teeming with magical plants.

In the southeastern corner region, only the Forbidden Forest can possess a greater total biomass than this forest.

This forest now descended upon his very foundation—the world of Louis.

Louis World—In the distant past, this was once a lush, verdant kingdom of wood elves, with distinct seasons, where the kind and elegant Wood Elves coexisted peacefully with the human empire.

Evil monsters from the earth occasionally crawl out from beneath the ground.

But a thousand years ago, things changed here. A necromancer descended upon the place, and he could make the dead rise from their graves and make them work and do chores.

He can freely modify those undead, allowing their skeletons to be fitted with powerful alchemical equipment.

He cut down trees, destroyed forests, seized winter, and dominated the cold winter. He hijacked the winter season with death energy and constantly created massacres in winter. The life of the entire plane has gradually decreased from three billion people to less than ten million people today through repeated massacres.

Moreover, this population is declining every day.

The necromancer established a kingdom of the dead, combining ice and death, and commanded four guardians of this world, four dragons, to maintain his rule.

Wood elves and humans weren't even qualified to become his slaves.

Because Berber only believed in the dead.

The undead were his servants. At first, he harbored the idea of ​​enslaving the living in this world, but he soon discovered that the undead were more hardworking, more capable of serving him, and more loyal than the living, and they didn't even make any demands on him.

This very 'existence' convinced Berber that gradually transforming this world into a necromantic plane entirely populated by the undead was more in his best interest.

Therefore, the native inhabitants of Louisiana have not seen a single tree for centuries, and the long winters have been completely intertwined with death, evil, and the undead.

Beneath the vast icy plains lie countless frozen zombies.

A group of wood elf natives from the Louisiana plane, dressed in deerskin, are gliding across the icy plains on skateboards made from frozen fish.

Suddenly, they stopped their busy hunting and stared in astonishment at a crack in the ice, within which lay a plant seed.

The next moment, a sapling sprouted from the ice crevice.

The wood elf children immediately crowded around, their eyes wide with astonishment. "What is that?"

"Dad, why are these green things growing on the ice chips?"

The older wood elves, those who still retained some memories of the forests of this world from the past, stared wide-eyed at the green sprout on the ice, momentarily unable to believe their eyes.

Since the cataclysmic undead descended upon this world a thousand years ago, the forests have been gone for over five hundred years.

And today, they actually saw the forest from their memories?
Didn't the necromancer Berber the Great already issue an order strictly prohibiting any plant from appearing in this world?

An elderly wood elf looked at the ground and felt a tremor coming from beneath the ice.

One crack after another appeared on the ice layer.

The old wood spirit murmured to itself.

"The forest... has come back to life."

He seemed to have thought of something and shouted.

"Run! The forest is alive! We have to run! The ice is about to crack!"

At that moment, without anyone knowing when, a full moon appeared in the Louisiana world.

The full moon hung low, as if it were about to crash into the earth at any moment.

Beneath the ice, countless plant seeds are germinating. The growth of those seeds is shaking the ice, and the power of life is manifested in these vibrations at this moment.

Cracks began to appear on the surface of the river in Louis World, which had remained unchanged for millennia. The wood elves fled in panic, yet also rejoiced.

Meanwhile, on the other side of this world, in that burial ground, a place that has hijacked the concepts of winter, death, and ice, and gathers the death energy of the entire world, high-level undead spirits responded to the call, raised their ice battle axes to the sky, and roared angrily.

At this moment, the Berber wizard sensed a life-or-death crisis.

For a second-circle wizard, the most terrifying method of combat is to directly engage in a massive clash between worlds containing great magic.

That would be a world war.

Once a world war begins, it is difficult to stop, because no one dares to stop voluntarily. If the offensive is slowed down even slightly, it is easy for the other side to turn the tide and win.

Therefore, unless the gap is huge, a world war under roughly the same magical pressure is equivalent to two second-circle wizards starting a brutal and unstoppable war of attrition with no room for maneuver.

This was the reason why Locke previously felt that the Berber wizard's thousand-year research was a waste of time.

Wizards are wise men who study the world, but for a wise man to get himself into this kind of exhausting struggle that is hard to stop and hard to turn around is a disaster, a sign of incompetence.

Although the wizard Berber was old, he was too used to bullying the weak, always using his basic stats to crush the opposing wizard.

Thus, when facing an enemy of the same level, it actually used three spell models to form a chain attack, which was essentially a pure attrition attack against itself.

That's really stupid.

He was fighting in the worst, laziest way for a second-ring wizard.

The clash of those deathly torrents was, to put it bluntly, a clash between the deathly energy of the entire world and oneself.

I had only recently become a second-circle wizard, so I couldn't avoid clashing with his world in time. Even so, my own magical pressure was higher than his, and the total magical pressure of the Forest Sanctuary was higher than that of his Burial Ground.

Therefore, starting a world war is in one's own interest.

Since the leader of the Dark Wizard Alliance in the Southeast Corner wants to wage a world war against me, then I'll start a war with him!
On the other side, the Berber wizard instantly realized that the problem was getting worse.

'How did this turn into a world war with him? Oh no, my spell model…'

Berber wizards haven't fought against second-ring wizards for a long time.

At that moment, he suddenly realized something.

'Isn't my spell model essentially a disguised form of waging a world war against the enemy? If they use it even slightly, they can easily wage a world war against me.'

'Essentially, the reason my Death Aura Chain Attack is so powerful is because I utilize the characteristics of [World War].'

Berber wizard felt a chill run down his spine.

'Once a world war begins, it becomes entangled in a chain of suspicion. Two wizards of similar skill levels could easily be overtaken if either side slows their attacks even slightly; therefore, the war cannot be stopped unless a decisive victory is achieved.'

'This is the worst fighting method a second-circle wizard can use,' Berber thought in horror.

'This is bad. He's younger than me, and his magical pressure is higher. By all accounts, he has the upper hand. Strange? Since this is a world war, why hasn't the second plane of reason descended here?'

What about the dimensional gravitational clashes resulting from the world war?

Berber the wizard was puzzled, because he realized that Locke's Moon of Evolution had clearly descended, yet he had not discovered the other party's medium-sized plane.

Berber wizard's eyes lit up.

"He's still too young. Could it be that he didn't fully control that world at all? Did he not become the ruler of that world?"

"In that case, I'll have an extra advantage in the world war!"

Meanwhile, Locke glanced at the battle between Hussein and the wizard Isaac in the mortal realm.

The wizard Isaac had clearly diverted some of his attention to prevent himself from launching a surprise attack.

However, Locke had no intention of helping Hussein.

'Hussein doesn't fight battles he's not confident of winning; he's a meticulous man. There's no need for me to intervene.'

Locke pondered, "Hussein appears opportunistic and focused on personal gain, but he is extremely arrogant; otherwise, he wouldn't have murdered his teacher for this reason."

'If you don't respect his abilities when communicating with him, you'll only offend him.'

Locke glanced at the situation over there.

'Therefore, I don't need to help him. Right now, I only need to focus on defeating the opponent in front of me.'

Locke turned around and saw that vast stretches of forest had appeared on the ice plains of the Louis plane. These forests were just ordinary trees, all pioneer trees.

Thanks to the surge of evolution, they all adapted to the ice plains and the undead environment, and after overcoming the initial difficulties, the forest expanded rapidly.

After Locke invoked his three great forests to infuse the Louis plane with life energy, forests appeared in one-tenth of the entire Louis world within just ten minutes.

It's as if a thin green garment has been draped over this silvery-white world.

In the world of Louis, the undead scourge, centered on the Burial Grounds, began issuing orders layer by layer. From the highest-ranking Lich King in Louis, the orders spread through nine levels before reaching the most ordinary skeletal soldiers.

Those skeletal soldiers also showed signs of modification; their bodies had been fitted with steel bones, and their hands were made of steel axes.

These undead scourges rushed towards the newly appeared forests, intending to cut them down completely once again.

Tree after tree was felled by the steel axe in the hands of the undead.

Locke waved Banxia, ​​and instantly the sky above the entire Louis plane was filled with swirling clouds, with streaks of fiery clouds appearing in the sky above this plane.

Many of the undead on the icy plains were engulfed in flames.

They screamed and began to break down.

In the forest, one ordinary tree after another transformed into tree people.

After I left the Silent Plane, the levels of these treants degraded over time.

After all, he no longer had the financial backing of a global company.

If the level of these tree people is not lowered, the liquid capital in hand will not be able to support these 100,000 ordinary tree people.

In the world of Louis, the tree people used their canopies to transform into giant hands, knocking away one skeleton after another.

But more skeleton warriors followed, leaping onto the tree's canopy and beginning to chop down trees with steel axes.

"Roar~" The roar of the four bone dragons appeared.

It is clear that the Berber wizard discovered that a world war had begun, and therefore urgently mobilized his four-headed bone dragon back to the world of Louis.

Locke's response was to summon the ancient tree of life, the core of his forest sanctuary, and cast the [Moon Goddess Blessing Spell] on it.

He transformed the ancient tree of life into a tree-man of life, and instantly the tree-man of life's branches became hands, the tree crown became a head, and it became a hundred-meter-tall tree-man.

Locke used the "One Tree Cannot Support" technique to control the tree-man, turning it into a wooden stake that fell from the sky and impaled itself on a bone dragon.

Immediately afterwards, the Tree of Life spread its body, grabbed the wing of a bone dragon with one hand, and began to fight the four bone dragons in the sky.

The surviving beings of the Louisiana world watched the war in the sky, filled with both fear and anticipation.

Meanwhile, Locke's moonlight shone down on the surface of this world.

"Because of the Silent Grail, I am quite experienced in direct clashes between ecosystems (system reserves) of immense magic."

"But my ultimate magic isn't the forest. Berber has been bullying weaklings for too long and has completely missed the point. My ultimate magic is the moon."

"What impact does your logging over there have on me? You're missing the point."

Locke took out his own second-ringed sea lily.

At this point, the sea hyacinth had already broken in the middle. If it were used again, it would probably die completely, so I didn't use it.

At this moment, Locke extracted the essence of the moon from it and transformed it into a potion of zero.

"The evolution of everything starts from zero."

Taking advantage of the World War, Locke infused a portion of his power into an ordinary tree, then manipulated this tree-man to travel on land to the sea in the Louis plane.

Without hesitation, he used his large tree branch to cleave the ice and walked directly into the crack, into the sea.

As the Moon of Evolution fell upon the world, Locke was checking how many plants remained.

Of course, there are very few left.

A thousand years ago, the Calamity of the Dead descended, destroying almost all life in this world.

But in the heart of this world's ocean, where the remaining power gathered, a magical plant that had reached the crystallization stage of magical pressure was born.

Locke looked at the snow plum tree before him. "This magical plant was created by gathering the last remaining power in the world. Berber, among us, you are the one who has not yet fully mastered this world."

"You were so careless that you didn't notice the world's final counterattack against you. Originally, this counterattack was too weak for you, and at the crucial moment, it could only cause you a minor loss."

"But with me..."

Locke infused the essence of the moon into the snow plum.

"This world, let me complete this magical plant with you."

In an instant, Locke sensed that the remaining world power of the Louis dimension was favoring him.

I have once again entered a state of "doing whatever I want without overstepping the bounds".

(End of this chapter)