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

"That's terrifying..."

Lynn uttered those words in a low voice.

Wizard Alder and Tina both looked grave, and the three of them almost simultaneously came to the same conclusion: this was no longer a battle they could intervene in.

Four permanent sorcery marks lit up simultaneously.

His spiritual domain was fully opened, and the power of rules surged within his body, binding him like chains and firmly protecting the three of them.

Even so, in the terrifying torrent of wind and water rushing towards them, they were like a small boat in a raging storm, at risk of being capsized at any moment.

The Great Cthulhu, one of the symbols of water.

At this moment, the power released by that small sculpture was like a real deep sea unfolding.

The waves surged endlessly.

Thunderbolts struck from the dark clouds, torrential rain poured down, and columns of water shot into the sky.

It was as if the entire sky had been soaked by the sea, and between heaven and earth, only the rolling ocean remained.

On the other side of the waves, a sudden gust of wind tore everything apart.

Tornadoes rose one after another from the ground, tearing through space.

The wind blades were densely packed, filling the sky.

Green, dark yellow, and withered gray-brown winds intertwined and clashed violently with the seawater.

Every collision between water and wind causes a collapse-like tremor in space.

What's even more terrifying is not energy itself.

Rather, it was the whisper that permeated the heavens and earth.

Broken syllables.

Talking that doesn't belong to any language.

It seemed to come from the bottom of the deep sea, or perhaps from a crack in the sky.

Each syllable that fell caused a slight tearing sensation in one's mental energy.

"This... is the power of the Great Old Ones..."

Lynn slowly exhaled.

Within his body, the World Tree swayed gently.

A blue radiance spread around him, creating a clear barrier that kept out the impact of the gale and the sea, and suppressed the insane whispers.

Otherwise, relying solely on his own mental strength, he might not have been able to maintain such a stable position.

He knew very well that if his opponent was just that corrupted native god...

Even if the opponent's combat power surges due to a breakdown of reason, it would only be at the peak of level four at most, or even barely reach the early stage of level five.

At that level, he might not be without the ability to fight.

But things are different now.

Ophiuchus retrieved the Cthulhu sculpture, forcibly introducing the authority of another Great Old One into the battlefield.

This step truly forced the Yellow King's power to be fully revealed.

But it also thoroughly enraged it.

The power of water is as vast as the sea.

The aura of Cthulhu surged forth endlessly, like the tides of the deep sea, one wave rising as another fell, without end or decay.

That was pure "existence".

As long as the deep sea exists, it will never dry up.

But the wind on the other side is different.

The Yellow-Robed King, who corrupted the native gods, was merely a fragmented projection.

Its power is limited and fragmented, unlike the inexhaustible Cthulhu power meticulously prepared by Ophiuchus.

However, it is precisely because it is limited that it is even more insane.

Under the continuous stimulation of the Cthulhu aura, the power of wind within the controlled native god began to expand violently.

That's not steady growth.

Instead, it's like a dam that has been forcibly torn open.

The gale was no longer just howling; it carried the meaning of tearing apart boundaries. The edges of space trembled slightly, as if unable to withstand the rapidly expanding wind pressure.

The broken yellow seal spun faster and faster.

A dark yellow light seeped out from the cracks, like blood flowing from a wound.

The power is surging, not from rational accumulation, but from an uncontrolled outburst.

The aura of that native deity suddenly surged within a few breaths, and it even showed a tendency to overwhelm the overflowing power of Cthulhu!

But the price was extremely high; his divine body began to show fine cracks, and his lifespan was burning away.

What might have been an existence that could have lingered for a long time is now like a lit torch, ready to unleash a power strong enough to contend with the deep sea in a very short period of time.

The two Great Old Ones were mortal enemies.

Now that we've met, there's no way we can back down.

And this body of the indigenous deity, which was completely controlled, was the most perfect and suitable vessel.

Even if it costs them their lifespan, they will tear apart the other's authority.

"This... is the Great Old One."

"This is the power of the Radiant Moon level."

Lynn murmured softly.

He is now a Morning Star Wizard.

He knew what the Morning Star represented: it was an existence that could traverse the void and conquer different planes, a power strong enough to suppress a world.

But what about the Moonlit Night?

That's a completely different level.

The ancient rulers of the ancient god civilization, the true forms of the ancient gods, are at least at the level of the Radiant Moon.

They don't even need to actually descend.

With just a wisp of overflowing authority, it was enough to transform a level four native deity into a terrifying monster comparable to level five in a short period of time.

The difference between them is like heaven and earth.

Lynn's eyes lit up slightly.

That wasn't fear, but longing.

A yearning for a higher realm, a longing for the realm of the radiant moon.

However, his gaze soon passed over the violent clash of wind and water and fell upon the figure in the center of the battlefield that was almost submerged.

Ophiuchus.

Water and wind clashed violently, disrupting the very rules of the universe.

Even after retreating to the outer perimeter, Lynn and the other two felt a heavy pressure, and their mental states trembled slightly.

But Ophiuchus, located at the heart of the storm and controlling the Cthulhu sculpture, remains standing there.

His expression was calm, his robes billowing in the raging tide, like a reef that has stood for thousands of years in the deep sea.

Despite the pounding storm and the crashing waves, it remained steadfast and unmoved.

At that moment, Ophiuchus, observing the changing battle situation, spoke softly, "It's about time."

He used the Cthulhu sculpture to unleash the full power of the King in Yellow:

Those eerie murmurs, the twisted gales, the mind-bending wind domain...

Even now, the power of the wind is fully unleashed, and even subtly suppressing the power of Cthulhu.

On the surface, it seems that the King in Yellow has the upper hand.

But this is exactly the situation that Ophiuchus wanted to see.

He only feels truly confident to make a move when his opponent reveals all their cards.

Otherwise, the power of the Great Old Ones is too bizarre; even a fragmented projection is enough to catch people off guard.

Now, the power of the wind has burned to its limit, with nothing left to hold back.

On the battlefield, a fierce wind pressed down on the sea, and the distorted wind elements, like blades, tore apart and suppressed the equally chaotic water elements layer by layer.

The realm trembled, and the rules were overturned.

However, in addition to these two overflowing forces at the Radiant Moon level, there was also a Level 5 Perfected Morning Star Wizard who had never truly made a move.

"go."

Ophiuchus tossed it gently.

The Cthulhu sculpture broke free of control and flew into the sky.

Freed from the constraints of the power of rules in his hands, the sculpture seemed to suddenly "come alive".

The twisted tentacles twitched slightly, and a deep-sea aura suddenly surged.

The water element became more chaotic and turbid, churning like an out-of-control abyss.

On the other side, the Yellow King's power seemed to sense the provocation and grew even more enraged.

A howling wind swept towards the sculpture as several tornadoes intertwined to form a torrent of wind!

Ophiuchus, however, paid no further attention.

He stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the two forces entangle, devour, and clash with each other.

Just as the wind and water reached their most critical stalemate, he suddenly flicked his sleeve.

boom!
A giant, jet-black serpent roared out from the sleeve!

The snake's head was ferocious, its fangs were chilling, and its scales were covered with starlight, as if they were formed from the night sky.

It did not directly confront the wind and water.

Instead, it slips through the gaps created by the clash of the two forces, sliding along the edge of the oscillating rules with incredible slickness.

In the next instant, it bypassed the front of the battlefield and rushed straight at the native god's body!

At this moment, the native deity was draped in tattered yellow robes, his expressionless beneath the mask, and the broken yellow seal on his back spun wildly.

However, his divine body was already covered with cracks.

The Yellow King's power drained all his potential, and the Authority of Wind burned to its limit. He was clashing head-on with the power of Cthulhu, with no spare strength and no time to react.

Ophiuchus's strike was extremely precise, with the timing, angle, and force all hitting the mark perfectly.

A jet-black serpent suddenly appeared from the void, opening its blood-red maw and viciously devouring the native deity!
In an instant, starry phantoms appeared behind the long serpent.

That is the reflection of the endless heavens.

The galaxy surged, the planes rose and fell, and a giant black serpent swam among them, its size immeasurable, as if it could shatter an entire world with a single bite.

Roar!
The serpent's roar reverberated, and Ophiuchus's gaze remained calm, his serpentine pupils narrowing to slits.

This strike was enough to seal the deal.

However, at this very moment.

The incomplete figure of the King in Yellow began to burn fiercely, like the last embers.

The twisted yellow seal behind him spun wildly, and yellow light surged from the cracks.

The next instant, the color of the gale suddenly changed.

The originally chaotic and eerie colorful gale suddenly lost its restlessness and became cold and silent.

The wind is no longer raging.

Instead, it was...icy cold.

"Ok?"

Ophiuchus's snake-like eyes suddenly contracted.

"The aura of a second Great Old One? Also of the wind element?!"

He locked onto the figure in the tattered yellow robe, his fang-like pupils suddenly flashing with a cold light.

Just then, a figure slowly emerged from the biting cold wind.

Webbed toes and bloodshot eyes.

It was a huge, emaciated human figure with skin that was dry, cracked, and gray as if torn by the cold wind. Its face was so distorted that it was almost unrecognizable, as if it were a face that had been forcibly pulled out of shape and frozen in extreme pain.

He stood before the King in Yellow.

Like a dead shadow rising in the wind.

The next instant, the giant serpent of the starry sky pounced!

The figure actually raised both hands and forcefully grabbed the giant snake's gaping maw!
Two withered hands, yet imbued with icy rules, held the snake's fangs firmly, as if they were willing to sacrifice themselves to block the attack.

Amidst the clash of rules, a cold wind sweeps across the starry sky.

"...Itakua."

Ophiuchus's voice deepened.

"Windrunner, the god of ice and death... the embodiment of 'wind'... a servant of the King in Yellow."

"How could He be here?!"

The snake's eyes activated wildly, and for the first time, the situation deviated from his predictions.

Before he could continue his deductions, the twisted, enormous figure suddenly shattered.

The icy winds are blowing in reverse.

The rules have collapsed.

Itakya's body disintegrated inch by inch in the Star Serpent's mouth, letting out a painful roar that tore the heavens and earth apart!

That roar didn't sound like anger.

Instead, it was... a desperate, agonizing wail, as if being burned and sacrificed.

The Great Old Ones actually uttered such a painful sound.

This scene was more chilling than His collapse itself.

The Windrunner's figure transformed into countless ice shards of wind and vanished completely.

The force that blocked it only lasted for a brief moment.

The next moment, the giant serpent suddenly closed its massive jaws.

boom!
The incomplete figure of the Yellow King was swallowed whole.

The yellow seal spun and struggled wildly within the snake's mouth before being completely engulfed by starlight.

The wind stopped.

The yellow light then vanished.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The gale suddenly stopped, and then completely dissipated in the next instant.

After the aura of the King in Yellow was devoured, the Wind Domain crumbled inch by inch, like an illusion without a foundation.

However, the breath of the sea continued to surge.

The Cthulhu sculpture floated in mid-air, as if it had truly "come alive".

The waves surged, thunder roared, and the deep sea murmurs spread outwards incessantly, as if to completely submerge this world.

That was not simply residual energy, but rather the instinctive expansion of ancient power after being freed from its constraints.

If left unchecked, it's only a matter of time before Cthulhu's power replaces the Yellow King's, spreading, radiating, and eroding this plane of existence once again.

But Ophiuchus simply raised his hand.

With a gentle wave.

hum...

On the Cthulhu sculpture, wizarding script suddenly appeared.

Densely packed, layer upon layer.

The words intertwined, forming an extremely complex sealing structure that wrapped around the sculpture like chains.

Click!

The rules are aligned.

The towering waves suddenly surged backward.

The boundless seawater was gradually drawn back into the sculpture, the thunder dissipated, and the murmurs fell silent.

After a short while, the sculpture returned to its normal state.

Quiet and deathly still, as if the massive tsunami that had just occurred had never happened.

But if you look closely, you can see that beneath the layers of wizarding script seals, the octopus-like face still seems to be distorting.

Anger and resentment roared silently.

With an indifferent gaze, Ophiuchus waved his sleeve once more, and the sculpture vanished.

At the same time, the giant serpent that had devoured the Yellow-Clad King rapidly shrank, transforming into a beam of black light that disappeared into his sleeve.

The world suddenly fell silent.

"That figure just now..."

Lynn's voice was low.

He, Ald, and Tina witnessed firsthand the clash between the Great Old Ones.

The scene where Itakua appears and then collapses, in particular, with its brutal sense of forced summoning and burning, sends chills down one's spine.

However, Ophiuchus has not yet spoken.

Heaven and earth began to collapse, the wind element structure lost its support, and fine cracks appeared at the boundaries of space.

This place was originally a domain created by the power of the King in Yellow. Now that the body and the vessel have been taken away, the domain can no longer exist.

"Walk."

Ophiuchus said no more, and raised his hand to point.

laugh!
A wave of rules tore a crack in the void, revealing the true world of the Spirit Eye Plane.

The night sky, the stars, the stable, orderly atmosphere.

The four figures rushed into the crevice almost simultaneously.

The wind domain shattered completely in the next instant.

………………

Under the deep night sky, the Milky Way stretches across the heavens.

The long, deep crack in the heavens and earth slowly healed, as if it had never existed.

In mid-air.

The four auras of the Morning Star intertwined, their power of rules resonating subtly.

Even the world origin of the Spirit Eye plane dared not approach this area for a short period of time.

The world was silent, with only starlight flowing through it.

At this moment, Ophiuchus spoke softly:
"I see... This time the harvest was quite substantial... The aura of an ancient god exceeding level seven within the Nightmare Rift Valley... is now fairly certain..."

"The last figure to appear was Itaqua, the atmospheric god subordinate to Hastur, the Yellow King..."

“Everything is clear now… I had some doubts about the ancient god energy here… but now it seems we can deduce the truth of the matter…”

"The terrifying aura within the Nightmare Rift Valley must belong to Itakua, and it didn't come there willingly, but was forcibly brought there by some terrifying being..."

"The Yellow King's energy pursues His followers and then invades along the way. This plane along the path was found by this energy..."

Ophiuchus slowly began to explain, and Lynn and the other two had thoughts flashing through their minds as they listened, creating a somewhat somber atmosphere.

According to what Ophiuchus said, wouldn't there be a true Great Old One existing within the Nightmare Rift in the wizarding world?!

Today they have already felt the terror of the residual energy of the Great Old Ones, let alone facing the Great Old Ones themselves...

However, Ophiuchus left out half a sentence.

That was something far more terrifying than the existence of the Great Rift of Nightmares.

Although Itakya is also an Old One, there are different levels of strength among the Old Ones. The opponent is a follower of the King in Yellow, and is obviously not as powerful as the King in Yellow.

Therefore, when Ithaca was captured, the Yellow King's energy followed him all the way.

However, in the end, the King in Yellow's energy proved fruitless, while Itakua appeared within the Nightmare Rift...

The implication is that the terrifying being who captured Itakua is no less powerful than the King in Yellow, and perhaps even more so!

Furthermore, the other party is even able to enter the various realms of the Wizarding World and reach the main continent of the Wizarding World!
What level of existence is that? A level seven Moon Wizard, a level eight Moon Wizard, a level nine Moon Wizard?
Or perhaps it's some higher, more powerful being, a higher level that governs the entire course of civilization?!
Thinking of this, Ophiuchus's gaze grew even more profound. He knew he needed to return to the wizarding world as soon as possible to report today's gains to the Wizarding Council... (End of Chapter)