Wizard Immortal

Chapter 437 Transformation Period

"This...this..."

Standing on the city wall, watching Allan disappear into the horizon without a trace, King Kas and the others were dumbfounded: "He ran away already?"

This is no ordinary wizard, but a powerful level four wizard, a great wizard who has not appeared in the Maison region for thousands of years. Even in the glorious era of ancient wizards, he was a giant in his own right.

In the minds of ordinary wizards, a powerhouse of this caliber should possess a strong mind and self-respect; if not to fight to the death, then at least to the very last moment.

But the person in front of me was different. Seeing that he couldn't deal with his opponent, he simply left without a word, a style completely different from what I had imagined.

Watching Allan disappear into the horizon in the distance, and feeling the other's aura vanish rapidly from the spot, Adir was stunned for a moment before he realized what had happened.

He understood perfectly well why the other party had fled.

Subterranean creatures are always driven by profit; they're all driven by self-interest. The dignity and respect of the so-called strong are probably less valuable than a magic stone in their eyes, so they naturally don't care about them.

The man in front of us, Allan, is a clear example. He was fighting Adir well at first, even putting Adir on the defensive, but when he realized he couldn't take down Adir, he immediately turned and left. His movements were extremely skillful and natural, without the slightest hesitation.

However, while his departure was convenient, it directly harmed others.

"asshole!!"

Watching Allan disappear from the spot, Lucius's eyes widened instantly, his face turned ashen, and his whole body trembled with rage.

The fact that even a usually calm old wizard could become like this shows how agitated he was. If Allan were standing in front of him now, he would probably disregard the difference in strength and start cursing.

Unfortunately, he was destined never to see Allan again, nor could he return to the underground world.

Before him stood a colossal silver beast, hundreds of meters tall, which had turned around. A pair of cold, silver eyes were staring at him, with a faint silver crescent moon mark shimmering within them.

Suddenly, a chill ran through him, and a wave of despair washed over him. He was about to open his mouth to say something.

boom!

A crisp explosion rang out, and in an instant, Lu Xiu's body exploded, his flesh and blood scattering everywhere, clearly indicating that he was dead beyond any doubt.

This is Adir's current power. A powerful wizard at the peak of level three couldn't even withstand a single move from him and was instantly shattered into pieces.

This is far from the end.

Outside the city walls, a large number of dark elves were stationed. Even though Lucius had sent a large number of dark elf troops to the altar due to the sacrifice, so most of them were gone, there were still many remaining.

Turning around gently, Adir glanced at the distant military camp, a crescent moon mark beginning to flicker in his eyes.

A tremendous power descended instantly, enveloping everything in front of them and every dark elf.

boom! !

Under the watchful eyes of the distant King Castor and others, the massive military camp exploded, and the tens of thousands of dark elves stationed within were immediately engulfed by a silver light, smiling within that radiance.

Adir is not a bloodthirsty person, but he is also not one to make the mistake of being soft-hearted.

These dark elves were covered in a thick stench of blood, and their bodies were imbued with the intense corrosive aura of the underground world. Even their minds were being affected by the power of the underground world.

Even if Adir spared such a life, he would most likely not be grateful afterward, so it would be better to just eliminate it directly.

"It's a pity about that level four subterranean demon."

Thinking back to the previous battle, Adir felt a pang of regret.

In fact, he also gained quite a few benefits in the battle just now.

For example, a deeper understanding and mastery of level four power, or the various data of that demon god.

As the battle dragged on, the chip in Adir's mind began to function, constantly collecting various data about the enemy and deducing valuable information and data.

In Adir's view, the deduction of a level four powerhouse is something far more important than ordinary resources.

Moreover, this was his home turf after all. If the fight had continued, that demon god would have been destroyed by him sooner or later.

Unfortunately, the opponent lived up to his reputation as a powerful being from the underground world. As soon as he saw that the situation was not good, he immediately fled far away, not giving Adir any chance to eliminate him.

Thinking of this, Adir felt a pang of regret, then gently turned around, and his entire body began to change.

His body began to shrink, and his original hundreds-of-meters-tall Moon King form disappeared, eventually reverting to the form of an ordinary elf.

As Adir transitioned from the body of the Moon King back to normal, he could feel that the vast, boundless power within him, which was almost capable of destroying the world, instantly shrank back to its original level three limit.

However, after the transformation he had just experienced, he suddenly had a unique feeling.

In a little while, he will be able to manifest the body of the Moon King without relying on the Moon King's Sword, using only his own power.

Feeling this sensation, Adir looked at his physical data.

「姓名:阿帝尔.法库斯。力量：175.9。敏捷：177.7。体质：181.8。精神：487.4。界能：146815.7。血脉：月精灵（蜕变期）。」

Familiar body data appeared before my eyes, but now there was some additional information compared to the past.

"The main bloodline is about to mature, body data is improving, bloodline transformation begins..." The voice of the chip machine sounded in his mind at the right time, transmitting a large amount of information to Adir's mind at the same time.

"The period of transformation..." Adir murmured to himself, a mixture of excitement and anticipation in his voice as he listened to this somewhat unfamiliar term: "Has it finally come to this?"

The bloodline enters a period of transformation, which is a sign that the bloodline has fully matured and is about to become its complete form.

In Adir's case, it means that the moon elf bloodline within him has fully matured, and the bloodline will drive the power of his body and soul, automatically entering the fourth level.

This is the reward for Adir's hard work over the past period of time.

During the six months that the subterranean creatures launched their massive attack, Adir slaughtered them day and night, using his Bloodline Blade to plunder their flesh and blood to convert it into blood energy, thereby promoting the maturation of his own bloodline.

Half a year has passed, and only after using the Moon King's Sword to transform into the Moon King form today has he finally entered this stage.

Once the transformation period of his bloodline truly ends, his power will reach the fourth level, making him a true Moon Elf King.

The long-term goal was within reach. Even with Adir's personality, this thought stirred a sense of excitement and anticipation within him.

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon..."

Turning gently, Adir gazed at the vast land and murmured to himself before turning and walking toward the capital.

At this time, after a long period of turmoil, the chaos in the capital had been temporarily suppressed.

This is also because King Cast and Kural are still alive.

With the two of them present, their accumulated prestige over the past few centuries was enough to keep the capital in control and prevent it from descending into complete chaos simply by standing there.

Upon returning to the capital, Adir did not go anywhere else, but instead followed the pull of the aura and entered the royal palace directly.

There, he saw the dying Kural, who was wrapped in a white robe and was sitting quietly in a chair, panting heavily, looking extremely exhausted.

"Adir...you're back."

Upon seeing Adir, Kural managed a weak smile: "Congratulations."

"Teacher." Seeing Kural's appearance, Adir sighed softly, then stepped forward and placed a hand on Kural's shoulder.

It must be said that Kural's injuries were very serious.

This was the backlash he suffered while presiding over the witch formation. The power of a level four being is not so easy to withstand. At that level, even the slightest aftershock is enough to seriously injure any being below level four.

As the core of the witch formation, Kural directly bore most of the backlash after the formation was broken. The fact that he didn't die on the spot shows how tenacious his vitality is.

If it were anyone else here, he would probably be beyond saving by now, but for Adir, there is still some hope.

Looking at Kural, Adir raised his hand, and the dazzling emerald mark on his forehead began to glow. A unique Moon Elf power began to emanate from Adir and slowly merge into Kural's body.

He was baptizing Kural.

The power of the Moon Spirit is a unique force. Long-term exposure to the power of the Moon Spirit can elevate one's life level, break through existing limits, and reach a new level.

This is why moon elves were so revered in ancient times and enjoyed a great reputation in many worlds.

Before our eyes, as the immense power of the moon elves was injected into Kural's body by Adir, a change was also taking place within Kural.

The dense black marks began to dissipate, and the gaping wounds began to heal. Within Kural's body, his blood trembled gently, and a portion of it began to sublimate, continuously absorbing the moon elf power injected by Adir, its essence gradually becoming stronger.

Edith watched Adir's movements quietly from the side, her eyes fixed on him without ever looking away.

Time flew by, and soon, several hours had passed before Adir stopped what he was doing, marking the end of the baptism.

Before him, Kural's appearance had changed a lot.

The black spots on his body, caused by the pollution of black power, have completely disappeared, and the cracks on his body have all healed. However, his aura is still somewhat weak, indicating that he has not fully recovered.

However, despite his weak breath, his mental state was better than ever before, and his eyes had a silvery tinge. He turned around and looked at Adir behind him.

(End of this chapter)