The Wizard: From Zero-Ring Wizard to Almighty Lord.

The Spirit Eye Dimension.

At the edge of the basin, wild grasses lay low, swaying silently in the wind.

The advance team lay hidden in the shadows, their bodies blending into the terrain, their breathing deliberately suppressed, with only the sound of the wind flowing in their ears.

At that very moment, Quentin's brow twitched.

It was a touch that was extremely familiar yet long-lost.

It was as if a cold and vast will was casting its gaze from the distant other side, across countless spaces, precisely landing on them.

The next instant, a voice rang out simultaneously in everyone's minds without warning.

"Everyone, heed my command."

"No need to hide any longer, release your wizard aura and enter the camp directly."

The voice was deep and calm, yet it made the hearts of all ten people tighten at the same time.

They didn't need to confirm; they instantly understood that it was Lord Lynn's voice.

Their gazes involuntarily drifted downwards into the basin.

Inside the camp, the otherworldly purification device glowed, and complex runes flickered like veins.

The magic stone cannon stood silently, its massive barrel resembling a lurking ferocious beast.
The space carrier hovered in mid-air, its massive shadow covering the ground and continuously radiating a chilling sense of oppression.

With such a formation, let alone them, even a level three Grand Wizard at the peak of his cultivation would never dare to approach head-on.

However, the hesitation lasted only a moment, and the next moment, all ten people stood up at the same time.

It wasn't because they were no longer afraid, but because they were absolutely certain that Lord Lynn would not let them die in vain.

Quentin took the lead, unleashing two magical shields around his body. The light barrier trembled slightly, yet remained as stable as a rock.

Immediately afterwards, the others also set up their protective measures, and one, two, and several light screens lit up one after another, overlapping each other.

Ten figures soared into the air and flew straight towards the depths of the basin.

The wizard's aura was released without any concealment, appearing particularly dazzling in the sky above the wasteland, like a beacon that had been deliberately lit.

This sudden change immediately caught the attention of the patrolmen below the camp.

[Warning! Enemy approaching!]

[Not a polluter... Abnormal aura detected!]

[Whoever it is, enter combat mode! Adjust cannon aim!]

The urgent and unfamiliar local language exploded through the camp, orders were quickly relayed, alarms spread in layers, and the entire camp was fully awakened in a matter of breaths.

at the same time.

The magic stone cannon emitted a deep hum as magic stones were rapidly loaded. The energy veins inside the cannon chamber lit up one by one, with dazzling light flowing within, as if it could spew out destructive power at any moment.
Beneath the space carrier, lightning crackled and sparks danced, terrifying energy rapidly gathering, locking, calibrating, and poised to unleash.

The next moment, in just a breath.

The magic stone cannon will then fire, unleashing a devastating barrage of lightning from the space carrier, enough to instantly annihilate the entire advance team.

However, at this moment.

A faint yet indescribable fluctuation quietly emerged from Quentin, who was leading the group.

The fluctuation was silent and showed no signs of energy leakage, yet the moment it appeared, it traversed space and spread towards the camp below, as if it were not limited by distance.

Rumble!
Like invisible ripples sweeping across the entire basin.

In an instant, all the wizard instruments and enchanting devices in the camp reacted simultaneously.

The intricate and ferocious patterns on the outer wall of the magic stone cannon gradually dimmed, the surging energy inside rapidly subsided, and the light deep inside the cannon barrel went out as if it had been extinguished.

The once dazzling and imposing aura of the space carrier gradually subsided, the hull trembled slightly, and then it began to descend uncontrollably.

This sudden change instantly turned the native creatures in the camp pale.

What happened?! Why did the cannon shut down on its own?!

[And there's a giant ship...it's landing!]

[Wait! These devices... weren't turned off!]

The words have not yet fallen.

The instruments in the camp lit up again, and a cold, unfamiliar light quickly covered them.

[Damn it! The gun... the gun has turned!]

They're targeting... us?!

It was only at this moment that these native creatures were horrified to discover this.

The relit magic stone cannons and the slowly stabilizing space carrier were no longer targeting the ten figures approaching in the sky, but rather the entire camp itself.

The situation spiraled out of control in an instant.

[Quickly! Go and fetch Her Highness the Holy Maiden!]

Protect Her Highness!

Exclamations rose and fell, but in the next instant, all sound ceased.

On the space carrier, waves of cold and terrifying pressure crashed down, like invisible giant hands pressing down.

Everything—the creatures inside the ship, the soldiers in the camp, and even those yet to appear deep within the tents—froze in place.

My body was unable to move, I couldn't make a sound, and my thoughts seemed to have been forcibly paused.

The entire camp was as if time had been frozen, deathly silent.

at the same time.

In mid-air, Quentin and the others had already landed steadily in the deepest part of the basin.

The defensive array constructed by the otherworldly purification device was useless in front of them, and the group passed through it without any hindrance.

They strode into this camp, which should have been "strictly guarded," as if it were deserted.

Because the core structures of these devices, enchanted items, and even strategic weapons were already fortified by the wizards with layers of hidden traps.

Even though these native creatures managed to figure out how to use energy factors through opportunistic means, and were even able to manipulate these weapons at one point.

That's nothing more than superficial "use".

The real control lies hidden within.

Once the backup is activated, all devices will automatically restart the core protocol, re-verify permissions, and determine who their recognized owner is.

After all, these things were originally forged for dimensional expeditions.

During expeditions, the risks of espionage and loss of control have been repeatedly proven.

Therefore, from the very beginning of construction and casting, the wizards had taken all possibilities into account and prepared contingency plans for every situation.

That's how this scene came about.

The native creatures in the camp were caught completely off guard and had no time to react before they were completely suppressed by the wizard's device, which suddenly "betrayed" or "turned to the light."

The power they once relied on instantly turned into a guillotine hanging over their heads.

In contrast, Quentin and his group were completely unaffected.

The magical shields around their bodies trembled only slightly, while the permanent magical imprints within their bodies rippled with familiar and steady waves.

After detecting these spiritual and legal characteristics, the space carrier and the defensive formation quickly completed the identification process.

Confirmed, target is friendly, attack sequence disarmed.

“Just grab one at random,” Quentin said calmly, “and search their souls to see what happened here.”

His gaze swept across the camp below, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's quite rare to see these natives using things from our wizarding world."

"Alright."

Several wizards responded in hushed tones, their eyes devoid of emotion, only a cold glint in their gazes as they swept over the figures that had been utterly suppressed. The humans of the Spirit Eye Plane were not humanoid races like elves or goblins.

Judging from their appearance alone, they are almost indistinguishable from the humans in the wizarding world.

If we really have to differentiate them, it's just a matter of differences in culture, language, and the system of inheritance.

Just as everyone was about to make their move, a voice suddenly rang out from above.

It was a gentle and clear female voice.

More importantly, she was using standard and fluent wizarding language.

"Great wizards, please forgive our offense..."

Upon hearing this, Quentin and the others simultaneously froze, looking up at the same time in the direction of the voice.

On the space carrier.

A blonde woman stood there quietly.

She wore a long dress that seemed to be made of layers of petals, with a soft golden glow flowing around her; her face was fair, her features were delicate and well-proportioned, and her eyes were clear and bright, like the surface of a lake reflecting the morning light.

She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her posture resembling that of a young girl praying in a temple, her expression serene and devout.

It was an almost divine quality.

They seemed born to kneel before the gods, yet they inspired awe in others, who dared not look directly at them.

The "holy maiden" mentioned by those native creatures was most likely this person.

"……Um?!"

This sudden change caused Quentin and the others to change their expressions simultaneously, with everyone's senses locking onto the blonde girl almost at the same time.

"She...speaks the language of the wizarding world?!"

"Moreover, she wasn't locked onto by the formation?"

Questions churned in everyone's minds.

If it were just an ordinary native creature, they would have already swarmed it and forcibly suppressed it without even saying a word.

The problem was that they clearly sensed a gentle yet vast aura lurking within the blonde girl.

The sheer power of that aura was incredibly immense!

If measured by the wizarding system, the other party's level is clearly already among the third-level arch wizards!

Even if all ten of them joined forces, they would have almost no chance of winning against such an opponent.

Fortunately, the blonde girl standing on the space carrier did not show any hostility. On the contrary, she maintained a restrained and docile demeanor, as if she had voluntarily placed herself in a subordinate position.

The reason is simple: she wasn't stupid; she had guessed something.

Everything that happened here—the device backlash, the change of control, the instantaneous fall of the camp—can only be explained in one way:
The great wizard has arrived.

These wizards, whose auras are still shallow, are merely vanguards sent by that being.

Just when Quentin and his companions were in a dilemma.

Suddenly, a faint mental ripple quietly emerged from Quentin's body.

The next instant, the seemingly weak and fragile fluctuations rapidly solidified in mid-air, transforming into a crystal cylinder about two meters high.

Click!

The crystal cracked.

A figure slowly stepped out from within, and it was none other than Lynn!

A level three Grand Wizard is already able to materialize spiritual power and condense clones.

For Lynn, the Morning Star Wizard, accomplishing all of this was naturally a piece of cake.

This clone originated from the spiritual energy he had previously flicked into the Star Gate.

In terms of pure strength, it is only at the early stage of a level three archmage.

However, with countless wizard devices guarding this camp, suppressing a level three perfect being would be a piece of cake.

Lynn's gaze fell on the blonde girl, and a slight, ambiguous smile appeared on his lips.

Then, he snapped his fingers lightly.

Snapped.

next moment!
The space carrier suddenly trembled, and its latent, terrifying power was instantly awakened, locking onto its target and pointing directly at the blonde girl.

Throughout the entire camp, all attack-type items were targeted at the blonde girl.

The lightning of the space carrier, the muzzle of the magic stone cannon, and the dazzling power of the array could be unleashed at any moment!

"Um?!"

The blonde girl, who had maintained a divine posture with her hands folded and her expression serene, suddenly changed her expression.

She realized almost immediately that the being was not joking and seemed to be really going to attack her with all its might and annihilate her.

Therefore, she dared not linger for even a moment longer.

Whoosh!
With a flash of golden light, her figure swooped down from the space carrier and landed steadily on the ground.

No longer maintaining that downward-looking posture, he looked up, gazing at Lynn's spiritual clone in mid-air.

"This great wizard..."

Without hesitation, she performed a standard, humble bow, her voice extremely low and cautious, a far cry from her previous divine demeanor.

“Please forgive our humble native inhabitants…Our offense is not out of hostility.”

At this moment, her attitude was exceptionally respectful, filled with obvious awe and caution.

However, Lynn floated in mid-air, his eyes utterly indifferent, his voice carrying a cold laugh:
"I thought you wanted to see if I wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you."

After he finished speaking, the blonde girl lowered her head even further.

However, Lynn's gaze remained fixed on the other person's figure, and he continued talking:
"Do you think I need to rely on you? That I need to depend on you to increase my understanding of this dimension... so you're not afraid of me, and even dare to test me?"

"You want to use your bargaining chips to negotiate with me. But unfortunately..."

"These worldly ants dare to try and make deals with the gods... Don't they even know if they're qualified?"

Before Lynn could finish speaking, the blonde girl lowered her head even further, her heart pounding wildly.

After Lynn pointed out her thoughts, the blonde girl was momentarily at a loss for words.

"But...you have to understand...whether I need you or not isn't important...what you should do is show me that you can continue living, and what you can bring to me..."

"Otherwise... you'll end up like these people!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lynn flicked his finger, and instantly the space carrier in the air appeared.

One bolt of lightning after another suddenly condensed, its momentum vast and boundless, sweeping directly towards the numerous figures in the camp.

These lightning bolts, like a web of lightning, trembled and pulsed, avoiding Quentin and his group, Lynn, and the blonde girl, instead heading towards the local natives.

"what!"

"what!"

The moment the lightning struck, the restraints on those figures were released, and screams of agony rang out one after another.

In an instant, screams filled the camp, making it feel like hell!
"No!"

The blonde girl's eyes widened suddenly, her once bright eyes turning bloodshot, and she could no longer maintain that divine demeanor.

However, the terrifying power of the space carrier struck her this time, rendering her unable to move.

Lynn's figure slowly descended in front of her. Looking at her kneeling posture, he gently lifted her fair chin with his fingers and spoke softly:
"If you do something wrong, you have to accept the punishment..."

Even as he spoke, the lightning from the space carrier continued unabated, and one agonizing scream after another rang out as the native creatures were slaughtered relentlessly.

The blonde girl, however, looked at the handsome face so close to hers as if she were seeing a demon from hell, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks... (End of this chapter)