The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 826 Instinct Imprint
The loss of the Titan Grandmaster inexplicably ignited a surge of anger in Richard.

He knew that the real Titan Grandmaster was long dead, and that the one he was fighting now was merely his illusion, a fabricated puppet.

But that's precisely why his anger flared up like wildfire.

The Devourers of Civilization are toying with the dead, desecrating the dead. This is a desecration method that is ten thousand times more evil than the most evil necromancy!

Richard couldn't imagine how he would react if one day his friend was devoured and turned against him like a clay doll.

But after his anger subsided, Richard's mind suddenly calmed down.

Anger solves nothing; it only makes things worse.

He must face reality rationally and think rationally about what he should do next.

His physical attributes and combat skills are insufficient to win this battle; he must find a way to achieve victory.

In a flash, the words of the Titan Grandmaster just now flashed through his mind.

"Even their fighting instincts are pitifully weak... fighting instincts!"

In an instant, Richard felt enlightened, realizing why he was always slower than the Titan Grandmaster.

Before he can make a move, he must first think it through with his brain, then use his mental energy to coordinate with his physical actions, and only then can he make the move.

However, Titan Grandmasters are different. Titan Grandmasters only need to think, and then they can organize and prepare their moves directly through combat instincts without the need for mental energy to assist in energy mobilization.

The difference between these two attacks might be less than a microsecond. But in a battle between masters, that brief moment is long enough.

"So how can I bridge this gap?"

Richard's mind raced, with flashes of inspiration coming from the Hearthkins, the Titans' technology, the Supreme Being's technology, and even the Titan King's Titan Body cultivation method.

The Titan Grandmaster has recovered from his injuries, and Richard's background has been thoroughly investigated. If Richard cannot come up with something new in the upcoming battle, he will surely die.

The Titan Grandmaster's chilling killing intent constantly stimulated Richard's nerves, and under these extreme circumstances, a path suddenly appeared before him.

boom!
The Titan Grandmaster and Richard clashed, but this time, the Titan Grandmaster could sense that Richard's strength was significantly lower than before.

Richard adopted a purely defensive stance, his runic body, energy barrier, and raging miracle fire protecting him like a tortoise shell.

Even a Titan Grandmaster would have to struggle to deal with this thick defense.

However, this delay is pointless.

This defensive tactic is a pure win for the attacker; attacking is always simpler than defending.

Compared to the energy required for Richard's defense, the energy required for Titan Grandmaster is negligible.

Even if Richard had no shortage of energy, this defense was enough to put him at a huge disadvantage.

"What did this traitor think of?"

A hint of seriousness flashed in the eyes of the Titan Grandmaster. He had just been tempted to give a lecture, but he had no intention of giving this traitor any advice.

Seeing the subtle changes that were constantly occurring in Richard's body inside the "turtle shell," the Titan Grandmaster showed no mercy and was determined to remove the "turtle shell" as quickly as possible.

In an instant, the Instant Strike he had used before reappeared.

In less than a microsecond, 100,000 punches pierced the thick, transparent barrier like steel nails.

With a loud "bang," the transparent barrier was immediately covered with cracks, but in the next instant, these cracks were repaired as energy surged in.

The Titan Grandmaster struck again, and the barrier was repaired once more.

Richard's energy seemed inexhaustible; no matter how many times the Titan Grandmaster attacked, the barrier would heal before the next attack arrived.

However, the Titan Grandmaster could see that Richard's energy fluctuations inside the barrier were gradually weakening.

Even though Richard had already annihilated all the cells in his body, the energy barrier's energy supply was still somewhat strained.

Without altering the barrier's fundamental energy configuration, the Titan Grandmaster would only need another ten minutes to deplete Richard's entire energy reserves.

At that time, Richard will be powerless to resist and will be annihilated by a single punch from the Titan Grandmaster.

But will Richard really wait until then?

Inside the barrier, Richard's mind had completely sunk into his body.

The power of dimensions flowed continuously into his body, increasing his probability.

He was conducting an experiment, an experiment that concerned his life.

The offspring of those powerful beings in the astral plane who have evolved their physical constitutions often possess formidable combat abilities from birth.

This ability does not refer to strength, but rather to skill.

These cubs, who have never experienced combat, are born with fighting skills comparable to veterans, even though they have never learned these skills.

This phenomenon is known to wizards as the inheritance of fighting instincts.

In everyday terms, it has another, more general name – innate ability.

Just as quadrupedal creatures are born knowing how to walk, these creatures are born knowing how to fight. This has nothing to do with learning; it's just an instinct.

What Richard is doing now is artificially editing these instincts, artificially adding numerous talents to himself.

The barrier shattered again and again, and Richard's energy gradually diminished.

Finally, after countless bombardments, the energy barrier stopped healing.

"Has it finally given up?"

The Titan Grandmaster breathed a sigh of relief and was about to annihilate the traitor in front of him with a single punch.

But just as he was about to throw a punch, Richard's eyes suddenly opened behind the barrier.

"Thank you for your guidance. I will remember you, Grandmaster of unknown name."

Richard's voice was like a mountain wind on a snowy mountain, cold as a steel knife cutting through the Grandmaster's heart.

Within that sound, the Titan Grandmaster sensed a killing intent—a killing intent as blazing as a wildfire, yet as ruthless as an iceberg. Under this killing intent, his body trembled almost imperceptibly.

"Is my body... scared?"

Grandmaster Titan found it hard to believe; it had only taken a total of thirty minutes.

What can you improve in thirty minutes? Even if you were to be infused with the essence of the world, it wouldn't increase your strength by much.

What exactly did this traitor do?
boom!
The Grandmaster unleashed a punch, and the fist light, like a raging dragon, instantly engulfed Richard's body.

But in the next instant, the Grandmaster's body suddenly retreated.

It was as if Richard, not him, had thrown that punch.

"Is this instinct? It feels so natural."

Amidst the flashing fists, Richard's voice remained remarkably calm, as if he were casually discussing where they would be going later.

The Grandmaster stared intently at Richard with all six eyes, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Instinct Imprinting! You actually completed Instinct Imprinting in such a short time!"

As a Grandmaster, he immediately recognized what Richard had done. It was a technique called Instinct Engraving, a skill that, even among the Titans of the Star Shepherd, existed only in books, appearing as a possible attainment.

But now, things from books have appeared.

Someone actually managed to inscribe their instincts, and it was a Star Shepherd Titan.

But why has this Titan fallen into evil?
Richard's astonishing abilities filled the Grandmaster with immense grief and indignation. Such a talent should have been by the King's side, leading the Shepherd Titans to a new level.

But now, such geniuses have become the pawns of civilization devourers.

The light from the punch disappeared, and Richard stood there, completely unharmed, even his energy restored.

For Richard, given just a little time, his energy is inexhaustible.

There is absolutely no such thing as being exhausted.

He looked at the Grandmaster, whose life force field was just as perfect as the Grandmaster's.

He has mastered the instinct, and every move he makes is as effortless as eating or drinking.

There was nothing that could suppress him.

Richard reached out and beckoned to the Titan Grandmaster.

"Come again!"

The next moment, the two figures collided violently.

Fist against fist, palm against palm, every move of the Titan Grandmaster carried the heroic spirit of a god creating the world, every move was enough to shatter a miniature world.

In the past, Richard was always overwhelmed by these moves and could only respond by trading blows.

But now, he can easily deflect these moves, and he's becoming increasingly adept at it.

boom!
The two enormous objects separated again.

This time, the Titan Grandmaster lost an arm and a leg, while Richard only lost an arm.

Having lost his technological advantage, Richard's accumulated knowledge is gradually playing its due role.

The Titan Grandmaster looked at Richard, his six eyes filled with nothing but heartache.

"Come again!"

The two clashed again, but this time, the Titan Grandmaster was more severely injured; his limbs were shattered and half of his head was broken.

Richard, however, only lost a shattered skull.

The Titan Grandmaster's aura weakened, not only because of his severe injuries, but also because of the Miracle Flame still burning within him.

Although the Titan Grandmaster looks like a Titan, its essence is still the slime of a civilization devourer.

The civilization devourer dared not allow the split to be completely transformed, otherwise it would be equivalent to the resurrection of a Titan Grandmaster, giving Richard a free boost.

They separated again.

Grandmaster Titan looked at Richard; he already knew he couldn't win.

But he still struck a pose.

Does not being able to win mean we should not fight? His master is a Grandmaster, one of the most powerful among the Shepherd Titans.

Behind him were countless lives lost.

If even he retreats, then who can protect the creatures behind him?
He could only die in battle, he could never die a humiliating death while fleeing!
"Traitor, come again!"

Richard remained silent, but the murderous intent emanating from him grew increasingly chilling, almost turning the area around him into an infernal hell.

They desecrate the dead, toy with the dead, turning those who once protected civilization into butchers who slaughter it.

You monster...you deserve to die!
The two clashed again, and this time the battle became incredibly fierce. The Grandmaster fought without restraint, aiming to exchange blows and weaken Richard as much as possible.

Blood floated in the air like rivers, only to be instantly consumed by golden flames.

Finally, amidst the Grandmaster's dying roar, Richard unleashed a punch, utterly slaying the Grandmaster who had transcended time and space.

The golden flames of miracle ignited the Grandmaster's body.

Suddenly, Richard heard a voice.

"What kind of Titan are you? I've never seen your bloodline before."

Within the golden flames, a Titan, appearing like a phantom, stared at Richard with a face full of confusion.

(End of this chapter)