chsdbacks Chapter 671 First Battle
Chapter 671 First Battle
Chapter 671 First Battle
Jieming scanned the energy fluctuations of the three people with his mental power; they were all at level six.
Two men and one woman, dressed in different styles of wizard robes, maintained a wary distance from each other.
"Good luck, it seems we haven't encountered anyone from the same faction, but we can't let our guard down—" Jemin lowered his eyes.
Four people glided silently in the low air, passing through the projected street.
The surrounding environment grew darker and darker, and a viscous, dark substance began to appear in the air, spreading like ink in water, gradually swallowing up the light.
Suddenly, it started to rain.
Raindrops fell from the dark purple sky, each one carrying a heavy energy fluctuation, striking the ground with a dull thud.
Raindrops turn into mist the moment they hit the ground. Instead of settling, the mist rises against gravity, forming layers of ever-changing, distorting fog in the air.
"Ha, these people come with ill intentions—"
Jemin could sense that the city's energy field was targeting them, similar to some kind of instinctive rejection, like the human immune system attacking foreign pathogens.
It seems that this empty city has also discovered the wizards' problem and has taken action without hesitation.
Soon, the group landed at the head of a bridge.
The bridge is a stone arch bridge, with a narrow surface and low stone railings on both sides.
The river water under the bridge began to change as the group approached. After they fell in, the originally clear water turned into a layer of black, viscous, flowing substance that writhed in the riverbed.
On the other side of the bridge is a straight stone-paved road, with low shops on both sides, their signs crooked and their windows dark.
A person was standing in the middle of the bridge.
It was a huge figure holding a black umbrella.
It was at least three meters tall and wore a black robe of indistinguishable material, with an extremely long hem that trailed on the ground.
Its face—or rather, the place where it should have a face—is a black, flat surface devoid of facial features.
The black umbrella it was holding had a diameter of over two meters, black metal ribs, and a handle made of the joints of some kind of animal.
Two level-six wizards landed a little closer to the bridge surface, stepping into the shadows under the umbrella the moment they stepped onto the bridge.
The moment their feet touched the ground, the changes in their bodies began.
Their skin changed from a healthy glow to a sallow, ashen yellow within seconds, and wrinkles spread outwards from the corners of their eyes and mouths, crawling across their entire faces like a spider web.
The hair turned white from the roots, and in less than a second, the entire head of black hair was dyed gray.
Muscles are atrophying, bones are becoming brittle, and blood vessels are hardening.
Their bodies are aging at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Jemin's eyes widened involuntarily.
He could clearly sense the fluctuations of the "death" law and understood the reason for these changes in the wizards.
This is "death" itself starting up within them simultaneously, tearing away all the labels that belong to "life" one by one.
One of the level six wizards calmly looked down at his withered hands, then raised the hand that was so thin that it was just bones and a thin layer of skin, and casually flicked it.
Muscles detach from bones, like a garment that has been worn for too long and finally falls apart.
But instead of looking at the pieces of flesh that had fallen to the ground, he used his bare, bony hand to draw a rune in the air.
Those seemingly simple runes easily blocked the death law that was trying to continue its invasion.
Once the laws of death that had been influencing the situation were shut down, the pieces of flesh that had fallen to the ground vaporized instantly and reformed into new muscle tissue.
It spread outwards from the surface of the bone, covering his entire hand in less than two seconds.
The new muscles are fuller and stronger than the original ones, and the skin even has a healthy rosy glow.
Another level six wizard responded in a more brutal way. He directly abandoned his aging body and, following the fluctuations of the law of death, transformed into a body composed of death power, thus becoming immune to the strange attack.
Standing at the bridgehead, Jemin's Omnipotent Eye and Fate System were operating simultaneously, with a large amount of data flowing rapidly through his consciousness.
Jemin quickly understood the strange operating rules.
Actually, it's quite simple: the strange thing is actually the umbrella.
The area covered by the shadow under the umbrella is a realm completely dominated by the concept of "natural death".
Within this realm, all life forms automatically enter the death process.
Disaster level.
Undoubtedly a disaster.
And it's not just an ordinary disaster.
Although the area of influence is not large, the destructive power of this umbrella-wielding creature is so strong that it can even affect a level six wizard.
Its laws of death are so pure that they are almost impure. If calculated by the standards of wizards, its mastery of the laws of death is probably over 150%.
The so-called mastery of laws by wizards is not the percentage of a wizard's "complete" knowledge of a single law, but rather refers to the "progress bar" for advancing to the sixth-level wizard standard.
Achieving 100% mastery of the laws simply means that a wizard has the foundation to advance to level six.
For a sixth-level wizard to advance to the seventh level, the expansion and deepening of their knowledge of the laws is essentially a research and understanding of deeper levels of law knowledge.
If we only consider the level of mastery of the laws, this strange being's control over the laws even surpasses that of many wizards who have just reached level six.
Even though the Weird is a rule-based creature born from the origin of the plane, those with this level of mastery over the laws are extremely rare.
Therefore, thanks to its considerable mastery of the laws, this thing can indeed cause damage to a level six wizard.
—That's how it is in theory.
In reality, those two level-six wizards proved that this possibility only existed in theory.
For them, the law of death had indeed been activated, and their bodies had indeed died.
But they didn't care.
If one body dies, another will grow.
Even if the soul is affected, as long as the proportion of "death" is not high, there will be no problem.
Their self-awareness remained unshaken, and their power was not affected in any substantial way.
The laws of death killed their physical bodies, and at the moment they were killed, the effects of the laws of death were directly overwritten.
This is what high-level wizards are like. As their level and age increase, their methods become more and more diverse, and they also become more and more difficult to kill.
After analyzing the strange nature of this creature, Jemin was quite intrigued.
Unfortunately, just as he was about to make his move, the two level-six wizards had already moved.
The wizard who transformed himself into a being of death energy had countless cracks appear on his body, from which a large number of translucent, viscous tentacles poured out.
The tentacles swiftly and cleanly broke through the umbrella holder's defenses and wrapped themselves directly around the umbrella surface.
At the same instant, another wizard reached out his hand, fingers spread, and made a half-clenching motion towards the shadow beneath the umbrella-wielder's feet.
The shadow representing the realm of the laws of death was "compressed" the moment he clenched his fist.
It turns out that this shadow originally had no boundaries and could freely expand and contract with the angle of the light.
Now, with that seemingly ordinary grasp, its range has been fixed, and its nature has been changed.
The shadow cast by the umbrella was instead controlled by the wizard, forming snakes of shadow that bound the umbrella-holder in reverse.
The person holding the umbrella froze.
Its face, devoid of features, reveals no expression, but the violent trembling of the black umbrella in its hand betrays a kind of emotion akin to "confusion" or "panic."
It tried to retract the umbrella, but the translucent tentacles were too tightly wrapped, and the umbrella surface made a piercing metallic tearing sound as it was pulled.
As for escaping—it was out of the question once his body was bound by his own shadow.
The two level-six wizards worked together, and their efficiency was terrifying.
The tentacles dragged the umbrella, along with the person holding it, toward the wizard who was controlling the shadows.
The wizard's hand, which controlled the shadows, closed in the void, like closing an open book.
The umbrella holder's body collapsed within his clasped hands, transforming from a massive three-meter-tall figure into a black bead the size of a thumb, hovering above his palm.
The entire sealing process was over in the blink of an eye.
Standing at the bridgehead, Jemin watched the lingering aura of the law of death slowly dissipating from the black bead, and with a slight regret, he withdrew his raised hand.
The two wizards were too fast; he didn't even have a chance to make a move.
However, after the initial regret, the corners of his mouth even turned up slightly due to his overwhelming joy.
The fact that he encountered such a bizarre event as soon as he entered was exciting in itself.
The laws governing death at the catastrophic level are bizarre, and the degree of mastery over these laws is terrifyingly high.
In the wizarding world, to study this level of law entity up close, one either needs to pay a huge price or wait in line for hundreds of years in the private dimension of some important figure.
And here, in this newly born hollow city, this level of eeriness is sprouting out of the cracks like weeds.
This is just the beginning.
There are many more such eerie occurrences in this city.
He lowered his hand and put it into the pocket of his robe.
The All-Seeing Eye and the Fate System are still operating, but their power has been reduced to a standby state that is "ready to be fully activated at any time".
Jemin looked up, his gaze piercing through the torrential rain, looking deeper into the city.
The dark purple sky in this area was replaced by an even deeper darkness, and the water mist drifting against gravity formed countless twisting and changing patterns in the darkness.
Deep within those patterns, he could sense even more energy fluctuations rapidly awakening.
It seems the wizards' actions have angered the city.
For ordinary intruders, this would be a disaster, but for wizards—
"It's truly something I've been longing for."
With a hint of anticipation, Jemin stepped across the bridge, his footsteps making a soft sound as they trod on the rain-soaked stone slabs.
The three level-six wizards had already entered the street on the other side of the bridge before him.
The figures of the group became blurred in the rain and were quickly swallowed up by the distorted mist.