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

The Spirit Eye Dimension, the Principality of Bulma.

As Lynn continued to operate the Spirit Eye Plane, the divine power of the Lord of Life had completely enveloped this land.

This day marked the official announcement by the Principality of Bulma of their conversion to the Lord of Life.

In the capital, the magnificent temples that originally worshipped the local gods have been completely demolished and replaced by a large but not luxurious new temple.

The building features clean, powerful lines, is constructed from gray and white boulders, and is covered with evergreen vines, as if it grew naturally from the earth.

There was no trace of the old gods inside or outside the temple, only images of the Lord of Life: towering ancient trees, evergreen grass that never withers, and flowers that remain forever alive among the branches.

Upon entering the temple, a rich sense of life immediately greets you, like the morning dew mixed with the fragrance of earth in a forest.

Taking a breath, it feels like a warm current flows through my body, fatigue fades away, and my energy and spirit are replenished.

Living there for a long time might truly prolong life, inspiring awe and longing in people.

Every believer who enters the temple whispers praises of the glory of the Lord of Life from the bottom of their heart.

"The great Lord of Life, the supreme deity who holds the power over life... bestows upon us powerful vitality, longevity, and protection from injury and illness..."

The temple, both inside and out, was now filled with knights.

They were clad in light silver-gray armor, with long swords at their waists, their eyes cold and vigilant, and they maintained order throughout the temple.

From the bottom of the steps to the deepest part, a long stone staircase rises straight up, like a spine leading to the gods.

The king, accompanied by the nobles, slowly ascended the steps from below.

They wore magnificent robes, their gold and jade embellishments gleaming in the sunlight, yet their faces were devout to the point of solemnity.

This piety was not feigned; the Lord of Life truly bestowed divine power, strengthening their life force and extending their lives by at least twenty years.

The wrinkles of aging fade away, blood and energy are replenished, and fatigue is swept away.

Who would dare to disrespect such a gift?

That is why they are taking today's ceremony to change the state religion so seriously.

Outside the temple, groups of people gathered in the square.

Although they were not yet allowed to enter the inner sanctuary directly, they were already kneeling outside the temple, hands clasped together, chanting prayers with utmost devotion.

Low chants occasionally drifted from the crowd; though the voices were mixed, they all carried the same heartfelt gratitude and fervor.

Deep within the temple, atop a high platform, one can overlook everything below: pavilions, magnificent buildings, and layers upon layers of worshippers.

The group climbing up from below was led by the King and Queen of the Principality of Bulma.

The king, though his hair and beard were gray, was still vigorous and energetic. The queen, with her elegant figure, had her gown trailing on the stone steps like a flowing pool of deep purple.

Behind them followed the nobles, each with their backs straight, their steps steady, and their faces filled with respect.

As they climbed step by step, the life force on the steps grew stronger, as if with each step they ascended, they were one step closer to the "Lord of Life".

A deep and solemn hymn echoed in the air.

A new god has arrived.

The old gods are now relics of yesterday.

………………

At this moment, on the highest platform deep within the temple, a figure stood silently.

She wore a dignified and elegant white robe, embroidered with delicate silver threads depicting the patterns of vines of life, layer upon layer, undulating gently like living things.

Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, reflecting the soft, life-giving green light within the temple and creating a faint halo.

She exudes a holy and pure aura, like a ray of dawn falling into the mortal world, inspiring awe and tranquility in those who see her.

This person was none other than the Holy Maiden Messiah.

But now, the statue of the local deity behind her is no longer there.

Instead, there is a magnificent yet unassuming statue, a man seated on the throne of life.

The throne is composed of countless elements brimming with life: the gnarled branches and roots of ancient trees, evergreen grass that never fades, and flowers that bloom when spring returns to the earth...

Everything is so lifelike, as if it might awaken from the stone at any moment and exhale fresh oxygen and fragrance.

The man on the throne, at first glance, bore a striking resemblance to Lynn: the same features, the same eyes, and the same indifferent demeanor.

However, upon closer inspection, subtle differences will be discovered. This face appears even more transcendent, as if stripped of all the impurities of the mortal world, leaving only the pure "life" itself.

This person is the Lord of Life!
Messiah lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, first looking down at the long stone steps below, where the king, queen, and nobles were climbing step by step, as devout as if on a pilgrimage.

Her gaze lingered on them for a moment before turning to the statue of the Lord of Life behind her.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she softly recited a prayer, her voice gentle yet firm, like a stream flowing over blue stones.

Messiah was well aware of the true nature of the Lord of Life; He was not a native deity of this plane, but a powerful sorcerer from elsewhere.

But in the eyes of outsiders, what difference is there between this wizard and a god?

Even the deity she once worshipped, before being completely corrupted by the energy of the ancient god, was still uncertain in terms of strength compared to this terrifying being who had come from afar…

Moreover, that wizard has gained the approval of the world's will, repeatedly spreading divine power and bestowing upon believers abundant life force, reversing aging and keeping illness away.

All of these are essentially no different from the blessings bestowed by the gods of the ancient Japanese land.

Thus, under the continued influence of the world's will, it was only natural that the Messiah would change course and become a devout believer of the Lord of Life.

Furthermore, if the influence of the world's will lingers longer, she, the former saint of the Japanese gods, might completely transform into a fanatical believer of the Lord of Life, receive divine pronouncements and favor, and become the saint of a new god.

Today, she presides over this solemn and devout ceremony in her capacity as the Archbishop of the Church of Life.

Below, the footsteps of the king and nobles echoed on the stone steps, growing ever closer.

Messiah raised his head slightly, his golden hair swaying gently in the soft green light of the temple.

Her beautiful eyes reflected the statue of the Lord of Life, her gaze calm and profound.

"Your Majesty Bishop!"

With a series of footsteps, the King, Queen and a group of nobles of the Principality of Bulma finally ascended the high platform and entered the deepest part of the temple.

They looked at the familiar Messiah before them, the once world-renowned saint who had now converted to the Lord of Life with them and become an archbishop.

But the Messiah's conversion did not diminish her majesty and holiness.

On the contrary, after the Lord of Life repeatedly displayed divine power, they came to understand the choices of this former saintess, and that understanding deepened their piety.

Therefore, under these circumstances, they became even more solemn, just as they are now.

Messiah turned gently, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the king, queen, and the nobles. Her gaze was gentle, and her red lips parted slightly as she began to read:
"Today, we gather here to behold the glory of the Lord of Life! We believe in Him, we gaze upon Him, and we surrender to Him!"

"Our piety is like the radiance of the sun, like the bright moon at night; the Lord of Life will guide us in the right direction!"

"The glory of the Lord of Life will also shine upon you and me. Before Him, we are all devout and pitiful children, bathing together in His glory..."

As she finished speaking, the king, queen, and the nobles all bowed their heads, clasped their hands together, and prayed devoutly.

The words of prayer were low and continuous, echoing throughout the temple, rising in waves like the tide.

The group of people were all closed-eyed and bowed their heads, completely absorbed in prayer. So no one noticed that as they prayed, a subtle but real change was taking place in the sculpture that represented the Lord of Life.

On the throne of the Lord of Life, those life images that were originally just stone carvings and patterns: the gnarled branches and roots of ancient trees, the evergreen grass that never withers, and the flowers that bloom when spring returns to the earth...

They began to change slowly.

Tree roots quietly extend from the stone, truly sinking into the ground, carrying the fragrance and moisture of the soil.

The plants are no longer cold reliefs, but have transformed into real tender green leaves, trembling gently in the breeze;

The flowers bloom one by one, their petals adorned with glistening dewdrops, exuding a fresh and vibrant fragrance.

The air inside the temple suddenly became even thicker. The breath of life spread like a tide, making one feel their vital energy quietly filling with every breath.

The prayers continued, low and drawn-out, rising in waves like the tide.

And that statue is no longer just a cold stone statue; it is slowly awakening.

The figure atop the throne of life also underwent subtle changes.

What was originally just a stone sculpture outline seemed to gradually acquire real flesh and blood, and He slowly opened His eyes.

In that instant, a cyan light surged from his eyes like a tidal wave, instantly filling the entire temple. Rumble!
A flash of blue light appeared, and a powerful and boundless life force suddenly descended.

The air seemed to be infused with the fresh scent of spring, warm, full, and carrying the fragrance of earth and grass.

Everyone instantly realized that the deity had truly manifested!

Archbishop Messiah stood in the center of the high platform, his voice clear and guiding the crowd:

"Great and revered Lord of Life, bestow His glory! Guide us, our humble and insignificant believers, as we walk on this dark earth!"

One by one, the figures raised their heads, looking respectfully and devoutly at the figure on the throne.

A blue light completely enveloped Him, obscuring His expression, but one could see that the figure gently raised His hand and waved it toward the crowd below.

In an instant, a powerful life force swept over us like a spring breeze.

Everyone felt a warm breeze brush against their faces and through their robes, bringing an irresistible surge of vitality into their bodies.

With new flesh and blood, gray hair turning black, wrinkles melting away like ice and snow, fatigue, hidden ailments, and aging in the body are all washed away, blood and energy are abundant, muscles and bones are strong, as if returning to the peak of life.

"Thank you, Lord, for your blessing! Bless the Lord!"

The king, queen, and the high-ranking nobles all bowed in respect, their voices trembling but filled with fervor and gratitude.

This piety is no longer a ritual, but a heartfelt faith.

The azure figure on the throne continued to unleash its azure light.

It flows continuously, spreading downwards along the temple.

Rumble!
The entire temple seemed to be completely enveloped in azure light, transforming into a great azure sun hanging above the capital.

The breath of life poured down like a tide, flowing down the steps, the sacred path, and the square.

The guards, the kneeling crowds outside, even the flowers, trees, and shrubs along the roadside...

The hidden ailment quietly disappeared, and the body's vital energy suddenly became strong.

Gray hair turns black, wrinkles are smoothed out, withered branches sprout new buds, and withered flowers bloom again.

From time to time, low gasps and sobs could be heard from the crowd in the square. Some people touched their faces, which had become smooth again, while others trembled as they clenched their withered but revitalized hands.

Centered on the temple, ripples of blue light spread outwards.

Countless devout believers, with tears in their eyes, knelt on the ground, continuing to offer more and more fervent prayers and faith to the Lord they believe in.

Meanwhile, in the Principality of Buma, as the state religion changed, the Lord of Life and the Church of Life officially arrived, spreading divine glory.

Located on a desolate plain on the border of the Principality of Bulma, a completely different scene unfolds.

This place has become a bloody battlefield, with armies from all directions surging in like a tide.

Throughout the entire Spirit Eye Plane, there has only been one faith since ancient times: that native deity.

However, now that the Principality of Bulma has officially announced its conversion to the Lord of Life and the Church of Life, this news has spread like wildfire to almost all the principalities and kingdoms, and even reached the only empire, the birthplace of the gods.

It is said that when the news reached the capital, the sky above the temple was suddenly torn apart, lightning struck, and the gods were furious!
For this reason, the Empire directly issued a punitive order, commanding all kingdoms and duchies to attack the Duchy of Bulma, vowing to eradicate the heretics!
Thus, at this moment, the allied forces from various duchies and kingdoms have completely surrounded the Duchy of Bulma.

However, the tens of thousands of extraordinary individuals sent by Lynn were not just for show.

Although there weren't many wizards, alchemists made up the vast majority.

Every alchemist possesses multiple totems, ranging from a few to ten, twenty, or even thirty.

Once the totem is fully activated, the size of this army can instantly expand to hundreds of thousands!

In addition, there are the various devices built and constructed by the wizards, as well as the space carriers that patrol the battlefield high in the sky...

Even though the Principality of Bulma was weak and outnumbered, it easily withstood the great battles from all sides!
This is a flat plain, located in the eastern part of the Principality of Buma.

At this moment, hundreds of thousands, even millions, of troops are densely gathered here.

Armed with edicts to punish heretics, they stormed into this land with murderous intent.

What awaited them, however, was a barrage of black magic stone cannons.

On the Bulma Principality side, the native inhabitants, under the guidance of wizards, skillfully loaded magic stones into the cannon barrels... including fire magic stones, lightning magic stones, and ice magic stones...

The next moment, the magic stone cannon exploded!

The Fire Demon Stones roared out, crashing down like burning meteorites.

Even with the combined efforts of numerous priests, forming a light shield and barrier, they still could not completely withstand it.

The flames tore through the defenses and instantly engulfed tens of thousands of ordinary soldiers, their screams echoing through the inferno.

Immediately afterwards, the lightning magic stone exploded, and purple-blue arcs of electricity spread like a spider web; the ice magic stone exploded, and the extreme cold instantly froze a large area.

No matter how hard the priests and priests worked together to cast their spells, they couldn't stop this endless torrent of magic.

"what!"

"what……!"

Heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the air.

A million-strong army stretched across this plain, banners fluttering and armor gleaming in the sun, a force that should have been an imposing and invincible force for conquest.

But at this moment, they had lost all will to fight.

The formation was crumbling, the soldiers were pale, their hands holding swords trembled slightly, and their eyes darted around.

If the priests and priests hadn't done their utmost to maintain the divine barrier and forcibly stabilize the morale of the army with holy light, they probably would have already collapsed and fled in all directions.

The shouts of battle had long since faded, replaced by low panting, suppressed curses, and occasional desperate sobs.

As for the bishops at the third level, they were willing but unable to do so at this moment.

Because the Level 3 battlefield is located high in the sky, and the Principality of Bulma has the same number of Level 3 battlefields.

A cold laugh suddenly rang out from above the thick clouds.

A golden alchemist hovered in mid-air, his body shimmering with golden light, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He chuckled, his voice echoing with mockery, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of totem beasts tore through the void: griffins, giant bears, fire dragons, ice wolves...

Each one was ferocious and menacing, with alchemical runes shimmering between its scales and fur.

They roared and pounced on a bishop, like a pack of hungry beasts tearing at their prey.

The bishop's expression changed drastically, his divine power surged wildly, and holy light transformed into spears, shield walls, and chains, desperately resisting.

But the totem beasts attacked relentlessly, their movements perfectly coordinated. One beast smashed through the shield wall, while the other tore through the chains, forcing him to retreat step by step, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He barely managed to maintain his divine power shield, veins bulging on his forehead, his holy robes soaked with sweat, his face ashen, and his divine power was like water drained from a well, barely holding on but unable to launch a counterattack.

And this is only one corner of the battlefield.

In the southern battlefield of the Principality of Bulma, across a rolling hilly area, hundreds of thousands of totem beasts roared and charged forward.

They surged in like a dark, surging tide, shaking the ground and sending dust flying.

Their opponents were the Temple Knights, a large army composed entirely of extraordinary individuals—a true knightly army.

Once the attack begins, let alone one Bulma Principality, even ten Bulma Principalityes would be flattened.

However, the situation is completely different this time!

The knightly legion, which should have been fierce and invincible, was now being suppressed and forced into retreat. The shield wall of the heavily armored knights was shattered by brute force, their lances broke, and their horses neighed and fell to the ground.

The knights' armor shattered, blood splattered on the grass, and their formation shattered instantly, like porcelain struck by a giant hammer.

The roars of the totem beasts intertwined with the screams of the knights, creating a scene of overwhelming killing intent, yet also filled with one-sided despair.

Further away, above the plains of the western battlefield, a space carrier slowly patrolled.

Its form was enormous and sinister, like an inverted black mountain that blocked out half the sky.

The runes on the ship's surface pulsated, and silver-gray magical tracks flickered erratically.

The wizards worked in perfect coordination on the deck, layering spell arrays one after another, and precise beams of magic poured down from the sky, raining down on the invading army like thunderbolts.

The enemy camp erupted into chaos instantly. Shield walls collapsed, cavalry formations scattered, and screams were swallowed up by the roar of the sky.

The mothership cast its shadow, and the entire battlefield seemed to be crushed beneath the feet of a behemoth, unable to breathe. (End of Chapter)