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

Deep within the star orbit where the Pano plane is located, the countless stars, including the Pano plane itself, seem to be drawn together by invisible threads.

Spanning billions of miles of void, it connects head to tail with that blazing star, forming a spectacular "star alignment" that stretches across the galaxy.

Despite the shifting of the stars, the Pano plane did not fall into eternal darkness under the maintenance of some mysterious rule, and the rhythm of day and night continued to be maintained with great effort.

However, although the change in the stars did not interfere with the natural light, this anomaly that disrupted the star orbit was essentially a manifestation of the extent to which the followers of the Goddess of the Magic Net were eroding the Pano plane.

If their penetration of this plane hadn't been so profound, they would never have been able to trigger such earth-shattering celestial fluctuations.

Looking around, the Pano plane had now become the hunting ground of the Goddess of the Magic Network.

Those fanatical believers proliferated rapidly throughout the plane like a plague, implanting themselves deep into the souls of millions of beings.

The principalities and powers that once dotted this land have all fallen into the embrace of divine authority, becoming pawns in the hands of that goddess.

Looking back, the Panor plane was once a sacred place illuminated by arcane light.

The scholars of that time were not only seekers of truth, but also giants who rewrote the world.

They erected three monuments on this land, symbolizing the pinnacle of civilization:

A sky city floating in the clouds, a land capital rooted in the fertile soil, and an ocean kingdom submerged beneath the vast blue waves.

These three cities once gathered the most outstanding arcane masters in the plane.

As time passed, although the old arcane system evolved in the tides of time, arcane mages crossed boundaries and transformed into wizards of higher civilizations and levels.

The former grandmasters have evolved into immortal Morning Star Wizards, but these three cities, as totems of the Pano plane, have always stood firm.

It is lamentable that today, under the overwhelming erosion of the followers of the Demon Network, the myths of the past are collapsing.

The heavy defenses of the "City of Earth" are teetering on the brink of collapse amidst the chaotic magic network, while the "Ocean Kingdom" is completely sealed off by the eerie light of faith, both plunging into a desperate and nearly lost battle.

Only the "Sky City," perched high in the sky, still maintains a last shred of dignity.

But this is only temporary. When the foundation of the entire plane has rotted away, the fall of Sky City is only a matter of time.

Given this situation in the Pano plane, Lynn directly dragged out the Wizard of Conflict and the Wizard of the Soul of Slaughter from the prison.

By making use of waste, the two were thrown into the land of the Earth Capital and the land of the Ocean Kingdom respectively...

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The vast plains stretch as far as the eye can see, extending to the horizon.

There, the ancient, crisscrossing roads converge inward like a spider web, intersecting and overlapping, ultimately pointing to the same core: the "colossal beast" that sits atop the earth.

The capital of the earth.

One of the most dazzling peaks of the Pano plane civilization in the past.

From a distance, it looks like an ancient behemoth sleeping in the middle of the plain, with thick walls and a nested structure.

With the outbreak of wars outside the region, the once prosperous scene of all nations paying tribute and merchants traveling in droves has long since disappeared.

Now, all that weighs down on this land is dark clouds, heavy clouds that make it hard to breathe.

The plains remain vast and flat, but this "openness" is no longer an advantage.

Once upon a time, this well-connected terrain was the most prized thoroughfare of the capital city.

Caravans, envoys, and scholars flocked from all directions, making this place a true center of the world, even more prosperous than the Sky City and the Ocean Kingdom.

But now, everything has turned upside down. The lack of defensible terrain has left this giant city completely exposed to the enemy.

It's like a piece of fat meat placed in the middle of a wilderness, with no blind spots on any side; every direction is a battle line.

Looking into the distance, the roar of the entire battlefield seemed to shatter the sky itself.

The sound was not like a simple explosion, but more like countless bolts of lightning falling simultaneously, one after another, causing the air to tremble and the space itself to hum under the strain.

Amidst wave after wave of attacks, the first thing to catch the eye was a group of familiar yet unfamiliar figures: native wizards, or rather, traitors.

They were once wizards belonging to the Pano plane, but now they have betrayed the Pano plane and thrown themselves into the arms of divine authority.

At this moment, these people are standing on the front line of the battlefield, like manipulated fuses, pulling at the energy factors in the world.

Colorful spells took shape in their hands: fire, frost, lightning, corrosion...

Various elements intertwined, dazzlingly beautiful, yet carrying an undisguised aura of destruction, crashing down upon the capital city.

The layers of shields of the capital city shimmered, and countless rays of light and elemental energy fell upon them, causing only slight ripples at most.

Although from the scene alone, it seems that the attacks of these traitorous wizards have no effect at all, and even the array defenses of the Earth City have not been breached.

But in reality, they have a more important role, not to deal damage, but to disrupt the suppression of the Pano plane.

After the Pano plane was absorbed by the wizard civilization, it underwent wizard-based transformation, and the world will of the Pano plane was constrained, making it unable to be as "intelligent" as a normal civilized plane.

In a normal interplane war between civilized planes, if there are traitors, the world's will would actually punish them even more severely.

But this is not the case at this moment. The world will of the Pano plane is just a program, and the followers of the Goddess of the Magic Network will indeed be suppressed.

However, at this moment, those traitorous wizards can disrupt the suppression of the world's will by manipulating energy factors.

The effect of reducing dimensional suppression is far more important than the damage they deal!

Moreover, the vast majority of those appearing on the battlefield at this time are only first to third-level formal wizards. Although their numbers are large, their real threat is still relatively limited.

The real trouble comes from the Morning Star wizards who have already surrendered, but these old guys are all very cautious and they never show themselves easily.

They were well aware of the strength of the capital city. Once the top experts in the city locked onto their targets, they would stop at nothing to fight their way out of the city gates, even if it meant serious injury, to wipe out these "traitors" on the spot.

But whether they were on the battlefield or not was irrelevant, because it was never these wizards who truly dragged the capital into the mire.

Instead, they were believers, an endless stream of believers in the magic net, who surged in from all directions like a tide, layer upon layer, with almost no end in sight.

Looking up, a vast, indescribable phantom of a magical net was faintly visible in the sky.

That thing didn't actually exist, yet it seemed to cover everything.

Pale blue light flowed between the grids, eerie and calm, carrying a feeling that made one instinctively uneasy.

These believers do not need complicated meditations or lengthy incantations.

They only need to do one thing: offer their faith. The more fanatical and pure they are, the more power they can draw from that magic net—almost "infinite" power.

"boom!"

The next instant, the roar exploded again.

A dense barrage of spells rained down from all directions, like an endless meteor shower, crashing down on the capital city.

Each attack that landed created a violent energy ripple on the already crumbling defensive array.

The light curtain was vibrating and distorting, like a shield being repeatedly struck by countless heavy hammers.

The city's garrison wizards are also fighting back.

Precise spells reflected off the city walls, tearing apart the incoming attacks and attempting to buy the city some breathing space.

The problem is that the other side has no "rhythm" and no "gap" at all; it's a complete saturation bombardment.

The power bestowed by divine authority poured down like a torrential downpour, and under such an impact, even the most sturdy city could only passively endure it.

From a distance, the entire city looks like a lone boat thrown into a storm.

Just when the war was raging on and the entire land was locked in a stalemate for a long time, a sudden change occurred.

High in the sky, the once solid spatial structure suddenly seemed to be twisted violently as if by an invisible giant hand.

Immediately afterwards, one, two, dozens of pitch-black cracks suddenly tore open, the scene resembling some terrifying giant beast opening its mouth in the sky.

The next instant, a completely different aura surged out from the depths of the crack.

Supreme, vast, terrifying, and incomparably majestic...

Those auras and powers are very similar to those of the Pano plane, but they are of a higher rank and a higher level of essence!

It swept across, covering the entire battlefield almost instantly.

Both the defending wizards, who were fighting back desperately, and the surging tide of believers, paused for an extremely brief moment at this moment.

It wasn't that it stopped, but rather that it instinctively "got stuck" for a moment, like a wild beast suddenly smelling the scent of a higher predator while fighting.

On the city wall, someone was the first to react.

"That's... the aura of the wizarding world!"

At first, the sound was a little uncertain, but the next second it exploded completely.

"It's reinforcements from the Nature God Dynasty! They've sensed the coordinates!"

"We're saved! We're really saved!"

In that instant, almost all the Pano wizards who were still struggling to hold on raised their heads.

Their faces were covered in blood, some even had their souls deteriorating and their eyes were starting to glaze over, but at this moment, they were forced to light up again.

In stark contrast is the core camp of the attacking side.

Those high-ranking believers who truly controlled the battle remained standing at the rear, their robes flowing, their faces shrouded in shadow. They showed no panic, not even the slightest surprise; instead, some chuckled softly.

"After dragging this out for so long, these scum of the wizarding world have finally decided to show themselves."

"Those who have come this time... do not kill them yet, capture them all alive."

"Their souls, and this aura from another world... are just the right amount to serve as the freshest sacrifices."

"Dedicated to the great goddess."

As soon as the words were spoken, the sky shattered completely.

The sky was like a giant mirror, which was shattered from the inside by a single punch.

Countless fragments of space tumbled outwards, their edges sharp as knives, their presence particularly striking against the backdrop of the battle and bloodshed below.

Amidst that shattered landscape, lightning surged wildly.

Not one or two bolts, but thousands upon thousands of bolts of lightning, wildly roaming along the edge of the crack, colliding and tearing at each other, unleashing a deafening roar.

The entire sky seemed to be engulfed in an out-of-control thunderstorm.

Against this backdrop, a figure slowly "squeezed" out from the depths of the crack.

He didn't simply appear; it was more as if he was "spit out" by spacetime itself.

The aftershocks of crossing dimensions still lingered around him, and the space around him kept collapsing and recovering, faintly revealing an unstable sense of distortion.

As the outline gradually became clearer, almost all beings with keen senses locked onto him at the same time.

The Soul-Slaying Wizard, who was just imprisoned in the Cold and Desolate Prison, was now thrown here.

Ultimately, it's not that complicated.

Pano Plane was originally a sub-plane of the Natural God Dynasty. With the blessing of the lord's authority, Lynn locked the precise spacetime anchor points of the three major cities with almost no effort.

With the help of the interdimensional teleportation array, accurately sending a "person" is just a piece of cake for him.

The problem is that this "precision" is a bit too much; the location where the Soul of the Flame appears is almost perfectly accurate.

Neither too far forward nor too far back, neither too left nor too right, it landed perfectly at the very front line where the fighting was most intense and the killing intent was strongest.

At this moment, the two armies were locked in the most tense standoff, their auras intertwined and their killing intent boiling.

Almost the instant the figure solidified completely, all eyes fell upon it.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand... tens of thousands of gazes pressed in from all directions.

It was like layers upon layers of invisible shackles, tightly binding him.

At this moment, the Soul of Slaying Flames was still in a daze.

My consciousness felt like it had been punched hard, and the aftershocks hadn't completely subsided, leaving my brain a complete fog.

Time seemed to be cut into fragmented pieces, and he couldn't even tell whether he had "just been released" or "had been here for a long time."

The scene from not long ago was still flashing repeatedly in his mind.

The moment the cell door opened, he even had a ridiculous illusion: Had the Rockefeller family finally made a move? Had someone come to bail him out?
At that moment, he almost burst out laughing.

But then Lynn's voice shattered his fantasy.

He was sent over with just one sentence: Go to the battlefield outside the region and atone for your crimes.

However, the Soul of the Flame Wizard was completely bewildered and didn't understand why.

"An extraterritorial battlefield? What extraterritorial battlefield?!"

"What battlefield? Where is it? Who is the opponent? How large is it?"

A series of questions exploded almost instantly, tangling into his mind like a messy ball of yarn, becoming more and more chaotic the more he tried to pull them apart.

But the problem is he has no right to ask.

Before he could even speak, the terrifying, instinctively repulsive spatial pulling force had already grabbed him tightly.

The next moment, he was thrown out and entered the interdimensional teleportation array.

By the time he finally snapped out of the agonizing teleportation, the afterglow of the teleportation array had already extinguished rapidly behind him.

High in the sky, the spatial rifts that had just been torn open were closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

One after another, they were perfectly aligned, swift and decisive, as if... completely sealing off his escape route.

The Soul of Slaying Flames felt a sudden sinking feeling in its heart.

"Hold……"

He muttered a curse under his breath, his voice strained.

His body was still suspended in mid-air. He subconsciously steadied himself, but the next second, the aura surging up from below made him freeze.

That wasn't a simple "battle fluctuation"; it was a murderous aura as vast as the sea.

Layer upon layer, surging endlessly, carrying blood, madness, and an almost tangible sense of oppression, rushing straight up from the earth.

He couldn't help but shiver.

When he finally gritted his teeth and suppressed his instinctive hesitation, and looked down, the scene froze completely.

The battlefield below was far beyond what the word "chaos" could describe.

That was a catastrophic meat grinder.

The moment his mental energy swept out unconsciously, he froze completely.

His face, which was originally pale, gradually turned ashen.

In his perception, several extremely terrifying auras were rising from the densely packed attacking ranks.

That level was no weaker than his, and in some aspects... it even seemed to be slightly superior to his.

"That's... the aura of the civilization of the gods?"

His throat was a little dry. That smell was all too familiar to him—divine, twisted, with a repulsive sense of "order," almost like the sweet smell of decay.

"And that thing..."

His gaze suddenly rose, looking up at the sky.

The colossal net of laws that covered the entire plane was hanging there, appearing and disappearing, coldly watching over everything.

"Magic Net..."

At that moment, he understood completely, and it was precisely because of this understanding that his mentality collapsed.

"Damn Lynn!!"

The Soul of Slaying Flames practically roared out in his mind.

"You fucking expect me to deal with the followers of the Lord God all by myself?!"

"This is called making amends for one's crimes? This is called sending oneself to one's death!"

"This is murder!!"

Fear began to fester rapidly, even overriding reason.

The problem is, reality never waits for people to calm down.

He had barely realized where he'd been thrown when the enemy ranks below were already reacting.

A burst of laughter came from upstairs.

The language they spoke was the obscure and religiously charged oracles of the divine civilization, which ordinary people would probably not understand at all.

But at this level, language is no longer an obstacle; the fluctuations of the soul are themselves "meaning".

The sarcasm, mockery, and undisguised cruelty in those words were crystal clear.

"A level five wizard? This is the support sent by the Nature God Dynasty?"

"After waiting for so long, this is what we get?"

"Ha...what a joke."

"Could it be that the wizarding civilization has declined to this extent?"

Another cold snort followed.

"Don't be careless. Wizards are masters of hiding their true intentions."

"But... it doesn't matter."

"Let's attack together."

"First cripple his limbs, then drag him down like a dog and offer him to the goddess." (End of Chapter)