Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 115 The Light-Fearing Priest's Address

Numerous beams of light shot toward the wizard apprentice of the Holly Tower, but at that very moment, the wizard apprentice's pupils suddenly changed, becoming multiple pupils, each connected to the next, and all the pupils turned a bright red.

Then, in an instant, the apprentice of the Holly Tower was transformed into a half-vampire by the curse magic on him, and he was launched into the air.

Inside the office, he moved like a spring ball, constantly shifting along each wall, giving Aisie's [Shattered Light Seed] no chance to hit him.

Anglu was somewhat flustered. "How is this possible? He only used his consciousness to invade the wizard apprentice's mind through multiple self-curses. How can he still retain such powerful magical abilities?"

"Right... he used a vampire transformation curse to convert the wizard apprentice's own magic power, transforming it into a vampire's enhanced physique. So he was borrowing the wizard apprentice's magic power. The magical skill of someone who can do this... is extremely rare, even among curse masters..."

Anglo tried firing a shot at the enemy from the bell-shaped flower between his fingers. The sonic flower cannon produced a violent shockwave, making Locke, who was standing next to him, want to cover his ears.

The sudden sonic vibrations caused the surrounding documents to flutter in the air.

But it didn't help.

The sonic fireworks missed their target entirely, instead creating a hole in the office ceiling that connected the second and third floors.

The next moment, a huge wound was slashed open on Anglu's chest by the blood claws, blood spurted out, and he was knocked away.

The instant Bloodclaw made contact with him, Angru felt as if a deep voice was chanting a spell in his ear, followed by countless voices that seemed to be those of the dead, echoing that deep voice and chanting a curse incantation in his ear.

A series of low-level curses fell around him: the Thousand-Edge Curse, the Paralysis Curse, the Bleeding Curse, the Vomiting Curse, the Ugliness Curse...

Anglu didn't even have time to stop the bleeding; he grabbed a bunch of antidotes from the shelf next to him and stuffed them into his mouth.

Inside the office, several potion-making assistants hurriedly cast spells to try to stop him, but most of the spells missed, and only a few grazed the half-vampire.

In the chaos, one of the potion-making assistants even used the enchanting spell "Touch of Negative Energy," which favors negative energy particles, in an attempt to incapacitate the half-vampire and slow him down.

As a result, the half-vampire neither dodged nor evaded, and was directly hit by the spell. Then, the status reduction spell increased his speed, and instead of decreasing his speed, he became even faster.

Negative energy spells will only enhance vampires.

"Thank you." The half-vampire hung upside down from the ceiling, spreading his black bat wings, and said mockingly, "You white wizards have really poor combat experience. If my true form were here, I could wipe you all out in just ten breaths."

"What should I do? I only came here to conduct a consciousness fusion experiment. But now, I don't know what to do."

"Then let's kill a few potion masters first. Remember, the one who kills you is me, Hussein Quinn, the first-order wizard seed of the Blood Curse Court!"

Locke shook his head slightly as he saw the outcome of the battle between his six potion-making assistants and him.

White wizards are not good at fighting; they spend most of their time on research.

The potion-making assistants are actually the least combat-savvy among the white wizards, because they spend most of their time researching potions.

Unlike wizards of the Evocation school, there are also those who specialize in combat.

The members of the Blood Curse Court, from their very first wizarding days, are accustomed to killing. They fight for every magical resource they can in the process of killing, and their personalities gradually become twisted as they become battle-hardened.

They adhere to the law of the jungle.

The two sides clashed, and our side was completely crushed. During the battle, someone even cast buff spells on the other side!

Who would have thought that?

These first-class wizard apprentices are definitely more powerful than me, because they have been first-class wizard apprentices for much longer, and their spells are also more powerful than mine. But the problem is, if they can't hit anyone, they are useless.

Furthermore, vampires are immune to most magical damage; only a small number of specific spells can harm them.

Only a small amount of magic can kill them.

Locke's mind raced. The vampire's advantage lay in their superior mobility. With such mobility and some magic immunity, they had a lot of room to maneuver and could make the most of their combat experience.

I have to find a way to stop the half-vampire that Hussein is controlling.

However, the opponent had already witnessed the invisibility ability of his Ominous Mandragora Vines. Trying again would certainly not work on someone who had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The reason the opponent didn't immediately target him was because he knew that he was the weakest in magical power among all the first-class wizard apprentices.

Therefore, it is not a priority to solve the problem.

Just as Locke was thinking this, he suddenly saw the half-vampire controlled by Hussein raise his exaggeratedly sharp, blood-red claws, which looked like scissor hands, and pounce towards him.

At the same instant, the traces left by the half-vampire that Hussein had previously manipulated as it leaped in front of the wall suddenly lit up with a scarlet glow, forming an arcane ritual pattern.

It turns out that Hussein had been manipulating the half-vampire to jump around in this office, not only to dodge spells, but also to deliberately set up ritual magic.

In an instant, all seven first-class wizard apprentices lost their sight, including Locke.

Anglu roared, "It's the Light-Fearing Ritual Text!"

"A magical trap that will blind us for thirty seconds. First-class wizard apprentice, hold on until we get backup!"

Locke was speechless; that was a full 30 seconds.

He actually had to hold on by himself.

Among these seven wizard apprentices, I should be the weakest in terms of magical power, because I have only been a first-class wizard apprentice for less than half a year, while many of the first-class wizard apprentices present have been stuck at this stage for more than ten years.

The other party didn't follow the logic of immediately eliminating the strongest opponent, but instead targeted him first.

Hussein's gaze was focused. He didn't know why he was targeting such a weak first-class wizard apprentice, but his intuition told him that he had to do it now.

So he did it.

He survived the bloody competition of the Blood Curse Court many times because of this kind of intuition.

Therefore, he trusted his intuition and used a carefully prepared magical trap to control everyone, with his first target being the first-class wizard apprentice who had the weakest magical power present.

She was someone he had met twice before.

Hussein's blood claws came down toward Locke's neck, but in the next instant, Locke tilted his head and dodged, leaving only a line of blood on his neck, which was just a superficial wound.

Hussein paused, 'Without sight, how could he dodge my attack? No wonder my instincts told me to kill him first; he's certainly different from those drug sellers.'

The half-vampire's blood-red claws attacked Locke relentlessly, targeting his eyes, throat, heart, and even genitals. Each strike was deadly and utterly shameless.

On the other side, Locke, relying on the ability of the clivia flower in his left hand to sense airflow, narrowly avoided Hussein's attacks each time.

'I can't just keep dodging; I have to take the initiative to attack, otherwise I won't last these thirty seconds. If I slow down even slightly, I'll be torn to shreds by his blood claws.'

'My foundation is insufficient, and my magical power is low, but that's nothing. The opponent only has one consciousness, a puppet; their magical power isn't much higher than mine, and is even weaker.'

"As for methods, I'm not lacking either." Locke directly retrieved the Level 7 Synthetic Magic Plant, the Rotten Earth Aromatic Arum King, from his Astral Ring. "I don't need to be intimidated by his reputation."

'What Blood Curse Court First-Sequence Wizard Seed? He's nothing but a dark wizard. I'll kill him right now.' Locke's heart was pounding. In this critical moment, he actually felt a slight excitement, as if he were enjoying the battle.

Hussein frowned in displeasure. His gaze caught a subtle change in Locke's expression, which was not fear, but rather eagerness.

This is extremely rare for a white wizard.

But to Hussein, this was like an insult. For a wizard seed of the first rank of the Blood Curse Court like him, such a fierce attack was met with no fear from his opponent, who even seemed prepared to deal with it.

ridiculous.

ridiculous.

Do these drug sellers really think they can be his match?

(End of this chapter)