Chapter 1170

Chapter 1145 The Wizard of Truth vs. Perfect 5

Locke saw the vote count moving incredibly fast. Because the votes for the third and fourth rings, as well as other higher rings, were converted into votes for second-ring wizards based on the number of people, the vote only showed the votes for and against. In just an instant, over ten thousand second-ring wizards voted in favor of declaring war on the two pantheons and retaliating, while over four thousand voted against it.

Soon, the number of supporters reached over twenty thousand.

But the next moment, the number of votes against war suddenly increased, also instantly rising to over twenty thousand.

Seeing this, Locke pondered, “Which high-ring lineage wizard chose to refuse war? Or perhaps a wizard from a wizarding land chose to refuse war?”

Soon, the numbers jumped to thirty thousand against thirty thousand.

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Then, the numbers jumped to over 45,000 against 45,000.

Locke sensed that two groups of wizards seemed to be fighting each other. One group was likely reacting spontaneously to the current situation, hence their declaration of war. The other group, which opposed declaring war, seemed to have other motives, though it was unclear which side was organizing it.

Locke pondered for a moment and casually cast his vote in favor of declaring war.

With such a large number of votes, his vote wouldn’t have much impact anyway.

Just as the total number of votes was about to reach 50,000, the voting channel suddenly closed, and the issue options turned red.

Locke clicked on the issue option, but saw no response. “Did the high-ring wizards (those above the third ring) conduct an internal vote and determine that this special issue of the Eastern District Council is unreasonable?” “

Don’t the high-ring wizards want to directly declare war on the Logos and Terra pantheons?”

Locke saw a new issue suddenly appear on the Eastern District Council icon: Should the Eastern District form a special wizarding land front committee targeting the Persepolis gods and other entities affecting the Ascension Plan? The committee members would be the following seven wizarding lands: Mountain and Water Deer Hill, Eight Directions Land, Ancient Vine Village, Southern Wizarding Capital, Cross Plains, Black Iron Wilderness, and Fission Mausoleum.

There were also two other issues.

One issue was whether it was legal for the local wizarding society of Dragonfall Land to provide a smuggling route for the Persepolis gods. This issue involved the entire background: Dragonfall Land cooperated with a large world, which was a puppet world under the control of the Persepolis gods. This incident was triggered by Dragonfall Land’s attempt to do business with that large world.

The second issue was whether the other wizarding territories in the Eastern Boundary should provide financial support and personnel subsidies to the seven wizarding territories participating in the war.

The first issue was quickly passed, meaning that the seven wizarding territories formed a war alliance against the Terra and Logos pantheons. Of these seven territories, Mountain and Water Deer Ridge was an ordinary wizarding territory approaching the level of a superior wizarding territory; Cross Plains was a superior wizarding territory belonging to the Holy School; and Southern Wizarding Capital was also a superior wizarding territory.

Eight Directions Land, Ancient Vine Village, Fissioned Tomb Plain, and Black Iron Wilderness were all ordinary wizarding territories.

However, Locke knew that Ancient Vine Village and Black Iron Wilderness were ordinary wizarding territories with strong control and influence in the Horizon of Darkness and Light; Fissioned Tomb Plain had extensive commercial cooperation with the Horizon of Darkness and Light; only Eight Directions Land was truly an ordinary wizarding territory. It’s just that the wizards in Eight Directions Land were notoriously warlike, and many demon-hunting wizards came from that region.

In other words, this Protoss Front Committee directly involved two high-level wizarding clans, one ordinary wizarding clan approaching the level of high-level wizarding clans, and possibly the involvement of the Boundary Between Darkness and Light behind the scenes.

The second issue, investigating the Land of Dragonfall, turned red, meaning the Third Ring Wizarding Order blocked the vote, causing the issue to fizzle out. The

third issue, supporting the Front Committee, was quickly passed.

Locke, seeing such rapid changes, felt the situation had shifted drastically. Clearly, it had just involved a power struggle among various forces in the entire Eastern Region, and because the level was too high, he hadn’t fully grasped the internal workings.

Locke rubbed his forehead. “Forget it, if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. For now, I’ll focus on completing the tasks my two teachers gave me, and this battle of academic lineages. Although the war between the Protoss and the Wizarding World is important, all I can do now is focus on my own tasks.”

“There’s not much else I can do.”

He needed to concentrate on his own growth.

“Since the Venomous World is the work of the gods, my Gungnir Shop Alliance was established at just the right time. I’ve seized this opportunity,”

Locke pondered.

The next moment, he sensed something was wrong; his magical power fluctuated wildly. “There’s a problem with the Root Realm.”

Locke sensed the Botanical Root Realm and saw that the magical pressure within it was constantly dissipating.

Locke looked up at the second sun in the sky and discovered that the God of Truth within it had entered the Path of Truth in the Eastern Realm, attempting to submit to it.

The God of Truth, wielding an omnipotent divine spark, summoned the orange-red perfect world to descend. Divine fire protected his divinity, divine office, and divine name. His divine power surged through his divine spark, granting it immense strength, and thus, the omnipotent divine spark unleashed extraordinary divine magic.

This God of Truth was to become the true God of Truth on the Path of Truth in the Eastern Realm.

“I am the God of Truth, and I will become the master of the Path of Truth. You wizards are all my servants.”

Locke felt his mana being plundered along with the Root Realm, a tactic developed by the Void Gods specifically targeting the Root Realm.

“My mana is being plundered.”

Behind Locke appeared the Moon Prominence and the Star Ring. Then, he saw what appeared to be a god before him, towering and majestic, with golden pupils. His voice boomed like thunder.

“Locke Augustine, now that you have seen the truth, why do you not kneel?”

Simultaneously, countless second-ring wizards with mana reaching the Root Realm witnessed this scene.

This was a collective attack targeting the second-circle wizards who focused their immense magical power on the Root Realm.

Locke saw the God of Truth of the Persepolis race before him. He seemed to be a Super Persepolis god, born at a higher level than the Sun Ring. The enormous phantom of this deity grew larger and larger before Locke, attacking him with words.

“Since you have seen the truth, why not kneel down?”

“Locke Augustine!”

In the Cloud Marsh, at the headquarters of the Crimson Deep Court, a group of second-circle wizards of the Holy School, regardless of their rank, all prostrated themselves before this deity. Each one was as devout as a long-time follower of this God of Truth. Their magic power and the Crimson Deep Court River, forged together, all flowed towards this God of Truth, constantly strengthening him.

Even the third-circle wizards of the Crimson Deep Court hesitated, beginning to doubt whether this was truly seeing the truth, and thus became restless, unsure whether to offer their worship.

The Void Pirate Mothership was an enormous, indistinct void warship, perpetually existing in the void. This disc-shaped vessel, its various parts seemingly pieced together, exuded a sense of history, with every detail having undergone repeated modifications.

At this moment, the alchemists aboard the mothership discovered the enemy’s invasion of the Root Realm. They immediately activated high-level magical artifacts, extracting all their ultimate spells from their privately constructed alchemy school’s Root Realm, and then propelled the mothership away from near-Earth orbit.

The vast pirate fleet followed the mothership, altering its course.

In the Twin Demon Realms, the demon wizards remained unresponsive. All the demon wizards’ ultimate spells were essentially derivatives of those of the Twin Demon Realms, thus rendering them untouchable by the gods.

The Pale Pilgrimage to the Hidden Spirit Lands was in full swing. Countless undead calamities within the region were spiraling out of control. This special world hidden within the wizarding world was filled with incessant infighting, while high-ring liches and high-ring undead transformed from various wizards were suffering from cognitive dissonance. The attacks from the God of Truth were particularly severe against them; these necromancer wizards had virtually no resistance, and many began to genuinely believe that the God of Truth was the embodiment of truth, willingly cooperating with him and lending him their ultimate magic.

Among the five major dark wizarding organizations of the Cloud Marsh Wetlands, the Seventy-Two Demon Gods of the Abyss were not located in the Cloud Marsh Wetlands and did not use the ultimate magic system, thus remaining completely unaffected.

The God of Truth in the heavens had clearly received considerable assistance from the ultimate magic of many wizards he had misled, and his power broke through in an extremely short time, advancing from the third ring to the fourth.

Meanwhile, many high-ring wizards in the Eastern Boundary had already made their moves,

only to be stopped by two deities.

A fourth-ring wizard spoke up: “That third-ring being is merely the god of trickery in the Terra pantheon; he’s easy to deal with. The other one should be the god of Masmatix in the Logos pantheon, the most enigmatic and powerful of the four pantheons. He is a fourth-ring being. Although his fourth ring is a position created by someone else, it is extremely powerful, no weaker than any of us wizards who have proven ourselves to be fourth-ring.”

Another fourth-ring wizard said: “I’ve heard of him. Masmatix possesses a special divine power that measures and precisely defines all kinds of magic and establishes the most basic units. He claims to be able to see through all the forces and phenomena in the endless void and thus control all things, achieving omniscience and omnipotence.”

“This is a high-level omniscience and omnipotence!”

“Breaking through his blockade won’t be easy.”

At this moment, the god Masmatix transformed into a flowing digital light and shadow, roaming and fighting throughout the wizarding world’s skies.

In the Cloud Marsh Wetlands, on Golden Crown Mountain, Locke gazed at the colossal phantom of a god before him. The Great Demon Sword Tiger Orchid Dragon Sparrow and the Fangtian Painting Tree appeared in his hands. “Enough nonsense!”

A spell model of eradicating evil coiled around the Great Demon Sword Tiger Orchid Dragon Sparrow, then swung it forward. The phantom of the god was struck by the sword’s demonic pressure. The phantom, which had been ordering Locke to kneel, swung its left hand, sending five iron bullets of divine power piercing Locke’s body. The powerful energy instantly exceeded the limit of his permanent defensive force field.

Simultaneously, the power of the Omnipotent Godhead attempted to explain Locke’s power, and then attempted to explain Locke again.

In that instant, Locke felt the possibility of death.

Five bloody holes appeared on his left hand, bleeding

profusely .

The wounds refused to heal.

But at that moment, the phantom of the God of Truth was destroyed by the demonic pressure sword wind, which was 1.2 times stronger than before. The God of Truth let out a click of the tongue, perhaps expressing regret.

The phantom of the God of Truth said to Locke, “Locke Augustine, not having met the truth will be the greatest regret of your life.”

Immediately afterward, this phantom was completely shattered by the Great Demon Sword Tiger Orchid Dragon Sparrow. The “Eliminate the Weeds” spell model sliced through his neck like a line, and the next moment, the phantom’s head was destroyed.

However, at this moment, because of the problem in the entire Root Realm, Locke still hadn’t resolved the continuous loss of mana.

The phantom of the god had misjudged Locke’s current magical pressure, not expecting Locke to possess a jungle that could double his magical pressure, and was thus shattered by a single sword strike, resulting in his failure to be shattered by Locke’s attack.

Locke looked at his left hand, only to see five bloody holes rapidly analyzing his magic and body, with purple, vein-like substances spreading towards his left side.

Clearly, he was being targeted.

But the god couldn’t have only targeted him; otherwise, they wouldn’t have launched such a crude attack. It seemed the opponent had attacked a large number of wizarding geniuses in the Eastern Realm in an instant. He

just didn’t know if he was ranked high on that list.

“Damn it.” Locke looked at the omnipotent divine power flowing in his left hand.

He had drunk three different second-level antidotes in a row, but none of them could neutralize or eliminate this omnipotent divine power. This omnipotent divine power created by the complete Persepolis gods was a foreign energy that he could not eliminate, and it had become a de facto poison.

Locke immediately drank a bottle of Archangel Potion he had purchased earlier to develop an antidote serum.

The moment he drank it, the potion transformed into a holy angel, standing behind him with outstretched arms around his shoulders, as if embracing him. His entire body was purified by the potion’s effects. Then, when Locke looked at his left hand, his heart sank.

“Truly, disaster strikes when I’m at home.”

Locke saw that his left hand hadn’t improved much. “I’m clearly on some kind of divine target list.”

Locke frowned, then suddenly remembered something. He took out the snake venom he had collected, especially the poison that altered arm tissue, and drank it down in succession. His body immediately underwent a series of changes, which clearly prevented the invasion of the omnipotent divine power of the God of Truth into his body.

In the saffron peach orchard, a wizard screamed in agony as he walked down the corridor. This Star Ring Wizard was covered in purplish-red blood vessels. When the phantom of the God of Truth appeared before him, demanding he kneel, he naturally refused. The God of Truth immediately launched an omnipotent divine attack on him through his Root Realm.

Unlike Locke, who shattered the phantom, this Star Ring Wizard lacked the ability to do so. Therefore, his entire body was invaded by the omnipotent divine power in an extremely short time, resulting in his body being covered in a mass of purple blood vessels. The next moment, these blood vessels shattered, and emerging was not a wizard, but an apostle of the God of Truth with immense magical power, his body covered in purple blood vessels, and wings on his back.

Locke rushed out of his room and quickly arrived at this corridor, where he saw the Star Ring Wizard’s three students watching this scene in horror.

Locke acted with incredible speed. Just as the apostle was about to leave, he used a second-circle spell, the Model Potion Injection Charm, to inject the special venom of 53 different venoms from the Great World of Venom directly into the apostle’s body. The apostle screamed and collapsed to his knees, clutching his head.

“The fact that he can barely maintain his Great Magic means his soul hasn’t been fully reinterpreted by the power

of truth,” Locke said, glancing at the three first-class wizard apprentices. “Continuously inject these potions into your teacher to slow down his transformation.”

Locke tossed them some of his venom stockpile, venoms collected by Sera.

He had even more.

The three first-class wizard apprentices quickly took the potions, suppressing their fear, and approached their teacher, now an apostle, trembling as they used the injection device to inject the venoms into him.

The apostle’s eyes darted around, desperately trying to control himself, preventing himself from moving or attacking.

“Lock—Wizard—Thank you—”

Locke nodded. He recognized the wizard from the remnants of his robes; he was

Wizard , the Star Ring Wizard prodigy who had once studied with him at the True Knowledge Academy, and a trusted wizard in his teacher’s lineage.

He couldn’t stand by and watch him die.

Locke said to him, “Hold on. This is a declaration of war by the gods. I believe the White Wizarding Association and the Academy will support us.”

Wizard Zeno tried to speak, but instead uttered, “Having seen the truth, why not worship it?”

Just then, in the boundary between light and shadow, Wizard Russell stood before the Corridor of the Past, lined with golden pillars. He quickly entered. “The foundation pillars of the Root Realm are protected by golden magic.”

“The leader of the Western Region, Wizard Earth High Heaven Plains, hasn’t activated protective magic. Is it because the Star Domain Sea has reached a special agreement with them? Damn it.”

“If the gods were to break through the Root Realm’s defenses so easily, it would be a huge disgrace for the wizarding community of the Horizon of Darkness and Light.”

The Russell Throne chanted an incantation, and the pillars within the Corridor of the Past began to shift positions. During this process, all the Root Realms in the Eastern Boundary were covered in a layer of golden magic, followed by the entire Path of Truth.

The Corridor of the Past was not only a high-level wizarding secret realm and a 5A-level scenic spot in the Horizon of Darkness and Light, but also a crucial super-combination magical artifact in the Eastern Boundary. As long as a single Throne wizard activated the Corridor of the Past, they could use golden magic to protect the entire Path of Truth, covering all the Root Realms within it with a special magic that isolated them from other forces.

When the Path of Truth was first created, the Origin Wizards believed it had a flaw: the Persepolis gods might one day develop technology capable of creating a God of Truth, who could then use their omnipotent divine nature to subjugate the Path of Truth. While they couldn’t destroy the Path of Truth, they could infiltrate and control it. Therefore, they had already taken countermeasures.

The Corridor of the past could forcibly encase the Path of Truth in True Forge, isolating it from the omnipotent divine power that could distort truth.

Now, on the Path of Truth, the God of Truth senses his influence rapidly diminishing. “Did the wizards actually anticipate my attack on the Path of Truth?”

“Fortunately, there are still some white and black wizards who have privately established their own realms, especially the black wizards. Their realms are not protected.”

The God of Truth looked at the high-ring wizards who appeared before him, a smirk playing on his lips. “I—”

The next moment, he spat out a mouthful of divine blood. “This—”

His body began to emanate crimson divine power, and a crimson river of crimson deep court swept towards him, followed by countless black wizards of the crimson deep court kneeling before him.

“Those black wizards kneeling before me, wanting to absorb me into their divine river and transform me into their god?”

The God of Truth realized this, his eyes widening in fury. He had thought the black wizards of the crimson deep court would be the easiest to deal with, but unexpectedly, they were the most aggressive towards him.

The God of Truth possessed the Persepolis memories given to him by Maesmatix. He knew that the Crimson Deep was a group of dark wizards from a sacred school who themselves distorted the concept of truth. They equated truth with v*olence, then twisted the concept, worshipping pain and v*olence, believing that physical and mental torment could help them pursue truth.

He originally thought he could immediately subdue these dark wizards of the sacred school, and he did indeed see even fourth-circle wizards kneeling before him. However, he did not expect that the true purpose of those dark wizards was to transform him into a god of the Crimson Deep!

The voices of the divine kingdoms appeared in his ears. “Truth is v*olence.”

The God of Truth’s face twisted. He discovered that the wizards of the Crimson Deep were using their worship and faith in him to define his divine name, divine office, and divinity in return. He hurriedly used divine fire to protect his divine name, divine office, and omnipotent divinity.

“Truth is pain.”

A truth wizard emerged from the river of the Crimson Deep. This old man wore a wizard’s robe that resembled a pope’s garment.

The old man looked at the God of Truth with utter reverence and spoke with unwavering calm. “You are pain and v*olence itself.”

The God of Truth was momentarily stunned. “I am pain and v*olence itself?”

His body began to dissolve into a red river, his divine fire flickered, and the God of Truth immediately remembered his godhood, his divine office, and his divinity.

He is a god created jointly by the Logos and Terra pantheons to target wizards.

He is not a being of the Crimson Deep.

Maesmatix’s eyes flickered, “Is this half-baked god race created just to deal with wizards? Is that all?

The Path of Truth is protected by the Corridor of the Past, information we didn’t have before.”

“The Black Wizards’ privately created Root Realms have a cancer like the Crimson Deep. But it’s alright, I can modify it and it will still work.

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“The God of Truth, who connects to many Root Realms, must remove the Crimson Deep’s Root Realm from the Root Realms he connects to.”

“God of Tricksters, protect the God of Truth, enter the near-Earth void orbit of the Wizarding World. There is a satellite world there that we have secretly corrupted, retreat first. I will modify the God of Truth!”

The God-King of the Logos pantheon, Logos, appeared in the near-Earth void orbit.

“This battle must disrupt the Eastern Frontier’s ascension plan. Masmatix, I appoint you as the commander-in-chief of this battle. The objective is to either fail the ascension plan or proactively lower the expected goals by half the height of the magic tide concentration gradient.”

The Terran God-King, the God of Terra, also appeared in near-Earth orbit: “The Terran Mage God, I appoint you as the deputy commander of this battle. The wizarding world must compromise. We cannot tolerate the Eastern Frontier continuing its ascension; at least it must be stopped, or the expected goals lowered.”

Smith, the wizard of the Storm Tower in Cloudswamp, was enveloped in lightning. He was also a fourth-circle wizard who was hunting down the God of Truth. He looked towards the [Kobold World] in near-Earth orbit.

“Hmm? It’s a satellite world of the Wizarding Lands, the Land of Dragonfall. To do business with civilizations under the rule of the gods, how many gods have infiltrated the void region near the Wizarding World?”

“That’s too greedy.”

“Even we in the Storm Tower haven’t done anything this outrageous.”

The Truth Wizard of the Land of Dragonfall, a wizard from the Shaping School of the Four Elements Holy Lands, wielding countless powerful magical winds, this Void Wind of Truth, smiled and said, “The Land of Dragonfall is fully willing to accept the White Wizarding Association’s investigation. In fact, it’s a misunderstanding. We do turn a blind eye to doing business with civilizations under the gods’ control, which is also the White Wizarding Association’s intention. Now that something has happened, we can’t shift all the blame onto a single Wizarding Land.”

Void Wind of Truth chanted a spell, and instantly, countless invisible energy storms blocked the path of the God of Truth.

“Some holy academies have become obsessed with increasing their annual magic stone revenue, to the point of madness. Their pursuit of growth for its own sake has exposed a weakness to the gods.”

“That laughable God of Truth, you will die under this demonic wind. My magic storm’s formula for merging void energy is extremely

complex . God of Truth, if you cannot solve it, you will die in this invisible void energy storm. Omnipotent divinity can indeed absorb void energy, but only if you can solve my conversion formula and then decipher my magic.”

The God of Truth’s entire body was being torn apart within the void storm.

Just then, Maesmatix suddenly intervened, unleashing a divine spell that annihilated the void storm.

Maesmatix looked at the Void Wind of Truth. “This wizard, I believe this is ultimately just a trick,”

Wizard Smith chuckled. “I think so too.”

“My lightning magic is much simpler and more direct. Whether it can be dispelled or not doesn’t matter, as long as it works. To counter it, you need enough energy. With enough energy, even if the Omnipotent Godhood can explain it, it won’t be enough time.”

The next moment, a bolt of lightning pierced through the near-Earth void and struck Masmatix.

Masmatix was struck by this lightning and sent flying into the distance of the near-Earth orbit in the void.

At Mount Golden Crown, Locke noticed that his mana was starting to recover automatically. High-ring wizards in the Eastern Realm had probably adjusted their Root Realm, causing the magical pressure in the Root Realm to flow back to them as wizards. At the same time, the Omnipotent Godhood within him was being removed by some kind of golden magic.

“So golden magic can reach this level.”

Locke looked up at the sky and saw that the wizard legion formed by the Frontline Committee was already heading towards the Kobold World, while

a large number of wizard airships were escaping from the Kobold Great World. Obviously, the local wizards had sensed something was wrong and were scrambling to escape. However, it was estimated that many wizards would remain in that Great World.

The current crisis has been resolved; the remaining matters are likely to be handled by the Frontline Committee.

Locke looked at the healed wound on his left hand and changed into a new wizard’s robe.

During the battle with the divine illusion, Locke had discovered that the basic defensive power provided by the Permanent Defensive Field Shell was now somewhat inferior to the wizards’ diverse and powerful spells and attack-enhancing magic. He had been wearing a second-ring wizard’s robe, yet it had been instantly destroyed by the opponent.

“The wizard’s robe is essentially a supplement and reinforcement to the Permanent Defensive Field Shell, so the market for wizard’s robes is far larger than that for wizard’s shoes. Wizard’s shoes are merely an option to gain greater mobility and adapt to unfamiliar world planes, but the wizard’s robe is almost a magical artifact that every wizard desires. After all, the wizard’s robe can enhance the Permanent Defensive Field Shell; the strength of the robe is reflected in how much it can enhance a Permanent Defensive Field Shell and whether it can adapt to most Permanent Defensive Field Shells and Permanent Defensive Fields.”

“The market niche for magic shields is to specifically enhance a permanent defensive force field shell on a certain part of the body; at the same time, it may be necessary to use magic shields to enhance a certain defensive spell. So magic shields should actually be classified into two categories.”

Locke pondered while adjusting his magic pressure, “It’s just that most wizards mistakenly believe that magic shields are a small market, and therefore think that there is only one type of magic shield.”

Locke saw his student, the wolf giant, and the Celtic wizard leading their group members running towards him quickly. The wolf giant rushed towards Locke and said, “Teacher, I just found out you were in trouble, so I immediately went to find the Celtic wizard and the others.”

The Celtic wizard said, “Locke, are you alright?”

The other wizards in the research group looked at Locke with curiosity and worry. As the leader of the research group, Locke had the authority

to distribute resources and magic stones. What would they do if something happened to him?

The Mario brothers, Wood Wizard, and Gordon Wizard didn’t have much of a relationship with Locke at the moment; their worries were more about their own future.

Before Locke could speak, suddenly everyone heard a very miserable scream in the corridor.

The Celtic wizards and the wolf giant turned around and were nearly startled. Zeno the wizard had been reduced to a large lump of flesh, seemingly still alive, but his face was unrecognizable. His three first-class wizard apprentices were too frightened to approach, but also too afraid to leave, standing helplessly in place, still holding the snake venom Locke had given them.

The wolf giant was currently studying potions at Golden Crown Mountain. Because of his second-circle status in the Three Hole Worlds, he was learning quickly and was already a first-class wizard apprentice.

Unfortunately, he was a dual elemental prodigy, excelling in both negative energy particles and fire elements. However, Mount Golden Crown lacked a strong discipline in these areas, while the wolf giant possessed a natural talent for potion-making. His magical power was exceptionally stable, and he was skilled in potion-making.

Therefore, Locke had previously used a special potion to grant him approximately level 4 of wood elemental talent, setting him on the path of potion-making. Locke’s initial plan was to personally teach him archaeology later, but he later realized archaeology had many pitfalls and decided against misleading him, thus abandoning that plan.

As for having the wolf giant learn necromancy magic, Locke might have allowed it if he didn’t know the Lich God. But given the Lich God’s precedent, Locke felt it was best to avoid it, especially with the Lich God’s imminent descent and all necromancy wizards having little resistance against him.

After all, he himself was now under the Lich God’s surveillance.

If his student studied necromancy magic, the Lich God would likely come into contact with the wolf giant.

As for fire magic, the entire Cloud Marsh Wetlands lacked top-tier teaching resources in this area.

At this moment, the wolf giant immediately recognized that the snake venom held by the three apprentices was extremely poisonous; in his eyes, even a single drop could kill several first-class wizard apprentices.

The wolf giant pointed at the three and said, “You poisoned your teacher!”

The three were startled, one of the male wizard apprentices turning red in the face.

“It was—it was your teacher, Lord Locke Augustine, who instructed us to inject these toxins into his body.”

The other two female witch apprentices were also startled; this was not something to be accused of.

They nodded repeatedly, looking at Locke with fear and pleading eyes.

The wolf giant scratched his head; it turned out to be poison given by his own teacher. “Oh, that must be some kind of special treatment.”

Locke

said to everyone, “Don’t worry. Before, it was just to reinterpret the omnipotent godhood of the gods, so I injected him with the venom of the serpent race. It seems like I injected too much, but actually, despite how miserable he looks, his condition is much better than when he was invaded by the divine power of the omnipotent godhood.”

“At least these venoms cannot invade his ultimate magic.”

When choosing the type of poison to inject, Locke avoided the five types of snake venom that could invade ultimate magic, as those venoms seem to be relatively rare in the Venomous World.

Locke pondered for a moment, connecting it with his previous interpretation of the Golden Spirit of Chicken, and then took out a cauldron from his astral ring, refining a potion while thinking about the formula.

“Besides the core ingredients, including Chicken Gizzard Spirit Hong, we can add Motherwort and Quinn Leech. For secondary ingredients, we can add Chicken Blood Vine—the auxiliary ingredients need to remove the toxins from the core ingredients; we can add Licorice, Angelica, and Red Heart Bean.”

“For the peripheral ingredients, use Star Sand, made into a powder, which will be more suitable

for Zeno in his current state.” Locke pondered the formula while simultaneously devising the technique for using magical flames. The crucible was being refined in his hands with both gentle and vigorous fire. Because it was an hastily formulated potion recipe, Locke added a considerable amount of auxiliary ingredients to remove toxicity and secondary ingredients to stabilize the potency to prevent severe side effects after Zeno drank it. After the potion inside the crucible stabilized, he used water-attribute magical flames to brush over it. A ball of icy blue magical flame passed over the surface of the crucible.

In an instant, the boiling liquid inside the crucible gradually subsided, and the liquid rapidly decreased, leaving only a crucible of star-like sand, beautiful and sparkling.

Finally, Locke gently tapped the edge of the crucible three times, following the ritualistic movements translated by Chicken Gizzard Spirit Hong.

A fiery orange-red cloud appeared above the cauldron.

The Mario brothers and the three wizards exchanged surprised glances. Was this orange-colored potion that their leader had casually concocted?

A chain of flames descended from the cloud, heading straight for the potion in Locke’s hand. Locke, however, neither dodged nor evaded, but stared at the potion in deep thought. The instant the chain of flames struck, Locke raised the cauldron.

To everyone’s astonishment, he deliberately unleashed the Cataclysmic Destruction upon his cauldron. Instantly, the stardust within

seemed to boil, some even igniting. At that very moment, Locke summoned the Great Ming Dragon Sparrow, using it to divert most of the flames.

Locke poured the stardust into ten potion bottles. He took one and poured it directly onto the wizard Zeno. Instantly, the alien tissue on Zeno’s body began to flow like blood. Soon, Zeno, now a lump of flesh, was covered in blood, which spread over the wizards’ feet and knees, flooding the corridor.

Zeno coughed incessantly, then crawled out of the blood. “Locke, thank you. But if you ask me, this isn’t a potion, it’s poison!”

The three first-class wizard apprentices were both surprised and delighted. Seeing Zeno emerge unharmed, they immediately took out a wizard’s robe from their astral rings and draped it over him.

Seeing their teacher regain his senses, they finally found their pillar of support.

Locke explained, “That’s why we need to use the powder externally. If you take it internally, part of it will dissolve in your body. The combination of chicken gizzard and Quinn leeches seems too powerful, and the ritual movements of the chicken gizzard spirit I translated are too precise, probably 30% stronger than those of an average wizard. That’s why I changed it to powder, reducing the time and cost required for experiments and quantification. I also used the Calamity of Destruction to annihilate some of the potency and reduce its toxicity. But if you take it internally, it might still dissolve your Permanent Defense Field.”

Locke’s research group of wizards were all stunned by Locke’s use of the Calamity of Destruction to reduce the potion’s toxicity.

The Mario brothers, Wood Wizard, Gordon Wizard, and Celtic Wizard all felt awe. Such a move was not something any potion-making wizard could easily pull off; it was practically a stroke of genius.

Wood Wizard asked Locke, “Team Leader, is this really going to work?”

Locke nodded to Wood Wizard and said, “I just used a trick. Essentially, this isn’t an antidote. In reality,

all were affected by my potion. Only his physical body and his permanent defensive field shell were strong enough to prevent dissolution so quickly, which is why he was unharmed. The foreign substances within him, however, all dissolved. Calling it poison wouldn’t be wrong.”

“Using this method, we can produce the most accurate dosage of the potion in the shortest time.” “

For this, I had to use the Cataclysm of Destruction to further reduce its potency, that is, its toxicity. Let’s call this potion ‘

Golden Elixir Sand,'”

Locke laughed.

He was naturally very pleased. With such a successful experience, he could easily make the Golden Elixir Sand into the first product of his Potions Shop Alliance with just a few adjustments.

Moreover, it was only an orange potion; he could refine ten bottles at once, making it very cost-effective and efficient.

He could make a fortune by taking advantage of this intersection between the Venom World and the Wizarding World.

Wizard Wood tentatively asked Locke, “Team Leader, I didn’t know you were so skilled in potions. I thought you were only good at breeding. Could you perhaps concoct an antidote for me?”

Locke, in a good mood, looked at him and asked, “What’s wrong, Wood? The research proposal you wrote for me was excellent. I hope you’ll continue your efforts and contribute to the development of mushroom-based magical plants.”

Wizard Wood breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face. He lifted his wizard’s robe, revealing a black mark on his chest.

“Team Leader, that’s wonderful! I’ll definitely try my best to contribute. A few days ago, in the [Aizera Forest] region of the Cloud Marsh Wetlands, I seized a sacred object from the local Aizera tribe—a Star Ring Magical Plant, [Aizera Five-Finger Grass]—and then they unleashed a curse upon

me.”

Locke’s smile faded.

Wait a minute, the Aizera Forest region—isn’t that the territory of the reclusive wizard tribe, the Aizera?

Their clan doesn’t attend wizarding academies; their descendants stay within the tribe to study. They are extremely xenophobic, and anyone who dares to provoke them will face their attack.

Ordinary individual wizards rarely bother with these people.

The Celtic wizard walked to Locke’s side and whispered, “Lord Locke, I almost forgot. I was actually going to tell you earlier that a wizard claiming to be an elder of the Aizara people has come to your office several times these past few days. But you haven’t been there, so I haven’t run into him. He seemed very aggressive, saying he was going to report someone to Mr. Wood’s direct superior for illegal activities. I suspect this is a serious matter. Apparently, he stole someone’s sacred object.”

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Wizard Wood’s work ability was quite good; his research proposals submitted these past few days had yielded many achievements. Locke only needed to revise them and help him identify the key points to advance the mycelial fusion experiment of the mushroom magic plant.

Locke had initially thought that Catherine the Witch had assigned him a capable assistant. He was familiar with the Celtic wizards, Gordon was skilled in writing, and the Mario brothers had good basic abilities and seemed to be great talents.

But now Locke suddenly realized that something was amiss.

Locke exchanged glances with his team members, whose eyes were filled with apprehension, yet suddenly hardened.

This feeling—

Locke was silent for a moment. Well, this must be the side effect of talent. How could capable people be so easy to deal with?

These were all unruly wizards, wizards among wizards, even more unruly than ordinary wizards. Managing these geniuses required extremely high leadership skills!

Locke faced Wood the wizard and said after a moment of silence, “This curse doesn’t need me to break it. Every day at noon, let the sun shine on your chest for an hour. With your own magical abilities, you can directly break this curse. The spell for this curse is rather primitive.

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