Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 479 Rowena: Holy crap? Salazar, what the hell are you doing?!

Rice walked out of the small restaurant with his head held high.

At this moment, he no longer concealed his aura. A powerful surge of magic energy rose into the sky, darkening it and obscuring the sun with clouds.

He's come to terms with it.

The moment his hiding was noticed by the world's will, it lost its meaning.

No matter how well he concealed his aura, the powerful figures in the alchemy world would still be able to detect him.

Sometimes, even a casual glance in a crowd is enough to pinpoint his location.

This is a target originating from the world.

In that case, it would be better to expand the domain to better deal with the endless stream of enemies.

"Let them come! I want to see how many powerful figures this world has nurtured in the past six hundred years." Rice abandoned everything at this moment, as if possessed by Godric.

Let's fight to our hearts' content!

The ground beneath Rice's feet quickly turned muddy, like a swamp, and the swamp was expanding rapidly, swallowing the small restaurant behind him in the blink of an eye, and then spreading to the entire town.

The gentry, who were lingering outside the "invisible wall" trying to get close to Vasak, were horrified to find that the sky had suddenly darkened and the once smooth ground had become muddy.

A few seconds later, they, along with their carriage and servants, began to sink into the ground.

"What happened?"

"Quick, help me up—"

With the help of his agile attendants, a local gentryman leaped onto the rooftop on horseback, only to discover to his despair that the surrounding houses were also sinking. Even more terrifying, the dark swamp was expanding at an alarming rate, engulfing the entire town and rapidly swallowing up the farmland and forests outside.

He's just waiting to die now.

The squire looked around, then his gaze suddenly sharpened as he spotted a young man in a black wizard's robe walking expressionlessly from the direction of the small restaurant.

The swamp, which could easily swallow up houses and carriages, seemed like a flat marble floor beneath his feet.

Although the young man was fairly handsome, the local gentry inexplicably felt a sense of disgust towards him.

"He might be the source of all this. You, go and get rid of him." The squire gave the order to his trusted guard.

"Me?" The guard looked completely bewildered.

Unlike the narrow-minded gentry, this guard had traveled extensively in his youth and had seen a lot. He knew all too well how terrifying that seemingly harmless young man could be.

That's someone only an adult of Vasak's level could handle. Could he really hurt a single hair on that guy's head?

But he had no choice.

The swamp is now swallowing everything in sight, and even if he hides on the roof, he will not escape death.

"Go!" The servant gritted his teeth, deciding to fight to the death.

Even if it means death, I'll tear a piece of flesh from that guy's body!

Just as he mentally prepared himself to fight, a burst of blood mist suddenly erupted from his body. The servant's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

Before his consciousness completely faded, he saw the black-haired youth still walking expressionlessly out of town, without even glancing in his direction.

Rice headed toward the area marked on the map as the activity area of ​​the nearest top-tier expert.

Along the way, his domain continued to expand, swallowing everything it encountered and turning it into swamps.

In just one afternoon, the area around Rice was transformed into a vast swamp stretching for hundreds of miles.

Anyone who witnessed this scene was horrified and immediately used every means possible to get as far away from the place as possible.

If it's a little slower, it will become nutrients for the swamp.

Such a massive spectacle could not possibly fail to attract the attention of the world's powerful figures.

A flash of lightning followed quickly, then a deafening clap of thunder. A massive crater, nearly a hundred meters in diameter, suddenly appeared in the swamp.

The power of this lightning bolt was unbelievably strong; it actually managed to pierce through the swamp summoned by Rice, revealing the barren land.

However, although the crater created by the lightning strike was huge, compared to the boundless swamp, it was as insignificant as a wormhole on a carpet.

Rice calmly watched everything that was happening dozens of meters away, his expression completely unchanged, as if it were just a fly that had just flown by.

The mud churned up, filling the crater created by the thunderbolts.

A young man with brown hair floated above the mud, his face solemn.

His all-out attack just now failed to achieve the desired effect, and he did not kill the Demon Lord in the center of the swamp with the speed and speed he expected. The Demon Lord did not even dodge; he missed the target himself.

"How could it have missed?! It doesn't make sense..." He was filled with confusion.

Rice sized up the first powerful man to arrive. He didn't have a deep impression of the young man, only that his eyes were very beautiful, like a pair of opals.

At that moment, lightning suddenly flashed in the dark clouds in the sky, and a hint of joy flashed in the brown-haired youth's eyes: Heaven is helping me!

The thunderstorm could greatly enhance his strength, giving him more confidence to win this battle.

"Heavenly Thunder Summoning!" the young man roared, and thousands of bolts of lightning rolled down from the dark clouds, striking Rice's domain.

Several bolts of lightning, as thick as water tanks, rushed directly towards him.

Rice finally moved, his figure vanishing instantly and reappearing in a mud pit several kilometers away. The next moment, a thunderstorm blasted the spot where he had just stood into scorched earth.

His expression finally changed slightly.

"Your name?" Rice felt that the young man was worthy of having his name etched in his mind.

"Par"

Rice recalled that it seemed to be a character marked on the map by Boiling Blood.

But he was quite far away, so why was he the first to arrive? Perhaps it was the power of lightning.

Rice slowly raised his hand and made a grasping motion toward the sky. Then, the dark clouds in the sky began to churn, with flashes of lightning faintly visible within them.

Pal's eyes widened: after that guy raised his hand, he could no longer draw power from the thunder in the sky.

"Is it a dark cloud? Can he control dark clouds?" Pal's heart was in turmoil.

Perhaps if he were given some time to think, he would figure out what Rice's abilities were, but Rice clearly wouldn't give him that chance.

The mud beneath Pal's feet churned. Watching the mud surge towards him like ocean waves, he snorted coldly, and his arm was instantly enveloped in lightning.

boom!

With a single punch, he turned the surging mud into ashes.

"Even without the help of heavenly thunder, I can still blast you into dust!" Pal's tone was full of confidence.

Rice looked at him without saying a word.

With the support of a domain, one's own magic is limitless.

Unless Pal summons enough lightning to cover hundreds of miles and completely envelop his domain, his consumption of energy is just a drop in the ocean.

Rice stood there motionless, like a stake being driven into the ground, and he couldn't stop the domain from expanding on its own.

The mud kept splashing in. Soon, Pal was panting heavily.

He realized this wasn't a solution, so he gritted his teeth and concentrated all his magical power.

Then a lifelike thunder dragon appeared on the mud.

It just stands there, and the surrounding mud evaporates automatically and is dried into sand.

After Pal created such a thunder dragon, his face turned pale, but his eyes shone even brighter.

"Go!" He stared intently at Rice, stood on the head of the Thunder Dragon, and pounced on Rice.

He always believed that as long as his lightning could kill Rice, the Baili Ze Kingdom would fall without a fight.

Rice sighed: How did someone who couldn't even figure out this field manage to make such a name for himself?

He could have easily let himself be blasted apart by Pal, then reconstructed a body nearby and mercilessly mocked him, but he didn't do so for the sake of concealing his moves.

It might feel good to do this, but what he's doing isn't a battle.

Countless streams of mud rose up, forming a network that weakened the thunder dragon layer by layer, but the thunder dragon easily smashed them all.

From the looks of it, the Thunder Dragon seemed to have an overwhelming advantage, yet the distance between it and Rice didn't shorten at all. And those seemingly weak mud nets managed to take something away from the Thunder Dragon each time, even if it was just a wisp of lightning.

Just a few dozen seconds later, the Thunder Dragon's momentum weakened considerably, and even its form became somewhat illusory.

"Why..." Pal's eyes were filled with resentment.

That person always seemed to be only a few dozen meters away from him, but even if he exhausted his last bit of magic power, he could not reach that person.

In the end, the Thunder Dragon was engulfed in mud and disappeared into the endless swamp, meeting the same fate as the other carriages and dwellings that had been swallowed by the swamp before.

It's just that it eventually produces a few more bubbles.

The moment Rice extinguished Pal's last glimmer of hope, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He vaguely sensed something was wrong, but by then it was too late.

boom!

A cloud of blood spurted from Rice's mouth and nose, and a sharp pain shot through his head as if it had been sliced ​​open by a red-hot knife.

"It's a curse on the soul!" Rice suddenly looked up and glanced to his side and behind him.

His gaze pierced through the vast marshland, locking onto a figure whose mouth and nose were also spurting blood.

The next moment, the two figures appeared together in a vast wilderness.

"What kind of monster are you?" The man couldn't help but exclaim in surprise upon seeing the true form of Rice's soul.

"Why ask so many questions?" Blood flowed down the wound on his forehead, staining the scales on Rice's face red.

He grinned maliciously as he charged at his opponent, using his body to tightly restrain him, and then slowly began to shrink back.

Despite the clash being on a spiritual level, the sound of bones cracking could still be heard emanating from the opponent's body.

"Hiss—uh—" Soon, the other person exhaled the last bit of air from his lungs, and with a cracking sound, his soul was completely shredded by Rice.

After eliminating his opponent, Rice immediately returned to reality.

The moment Rice returned to reality, she felt something in her chest.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that there was someone standing in front of him, whose arm pierced through his chest, whose bloody hand pierced through his back and was exposed to the air, holding a heart that was still beating slightly in his palm.

"You're very good at seizing opportunities," Rice praised the other man, whose face showed utter astonishment.

Why is this guy's vitality so strong?!

Rice gripped the other's arm, his body rapidly inflating like a balloon, and then—

puff!

He exploded.

With a wave of his hand, Rice pocketed the world fragments from the people he had just dealt with.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding magic began to stir, and dozens of people who had been hiding were suddenly exposed, and then turned into dried corpses in the next second.

Despite having wiped out dozens of enemies in one fell swoop, the alien natives who wanted to take his life were still attacking him.

burst!

Ripples appeared beneath Rice's feet, and then a white light engulfed everything.

When the light faded, a giant crater with a diameter of over ten kilometers was left on the ground. Looking into the bottom of the crater, you could even see the glassy ground through the white smoke.

"Is it resolved?" Inside the magic circle, the group anxiously peered out, hoping to learn the results of their all-out attack as soon as possible.

Their attack was so devastating that they were willing to drag dozens of allies into it in order to annihilate this natural disaster.

However, when they saw the situation on the battlefield clearly, their pupils shrank instantly: Rice's figure appeared at the edge of the giant crater, not only did he look unharmed, but the penetrating wound in his chest was also gone.

"How is that possible!"

However, they had no time to be surprised, because the solid ground beneath their feet suddenly turned into a swamp. Before they could even utter a few screams, they were sucked into the ground and disappeared as if they had never existed.

Feeling the surging magic, Rice felt as if he were entering a state of heightened awareness. The rapid rush of blood through his veins made his temples throb, and the physical excitement even lessened the pain that emanated from his very soul.

He hadn't been this excited in a long time, probably a thousand years.

The previous waves of enemies did injure him, but they also truly got him into the zone.

"Hey, is anyone else here?" he couldn't help but shout. "Is this all the guys? Not even enough for a warm-up!"

Hundreds of faint points of light rose from the swamp, gathered in Rice's palm, and coalesced into a very large fragment of the world's core. The powerful beings of the continent may already be here.

At this moment, he was invincible.

At that moment, Rice felt an extremely strong magical fluctuation coming from the sky.

An extremely powerful person has appeared.

Before they even showed their shadows, they had already caused their domains to stagnate, clearly indicating that they were the strongest beings in this world.

Rice looked up and saw the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersing. He could see four phantoms high in the sky, scrutinizing him with emotionless eyes.

"Finally out, gods." Rice licked his lips and smiled happily.

Meanwhile, inside Hogwarts, Rowena took out the crystal ball in astonishment.

Just now, Salazar's points suddenly surged, soaring all the way to the top of the leaderboard, which startled her.

Holy crap, Salazar, what are you doing?!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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See you tomorrow night at midnight!

(End of this chapter)