Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 241 The World is Reborn
Severin's body suddenly swelled up, her upper body muscles continued to expand and grow, and her female face transformed into vampire fangs, a face full of bestiality.

Three pairs of bat wings sprouted from her back, each covered with white bone spurs. These spurs were layered with geometric patterns folded from numerous advanced curse spells, making her appear to be armed to the teeth.

Every detail of the body possesses at least one cursed spell.

“Locke Augustine, I will make you pay the price.”

Severin, in her half-body super vampire form, charged directly at Locke, and wherever she passed, the blood mist began to disperse.

Locke glanced at her, whispered an incantation, and the large blue owl banana tree on his back transformed into the shape of a raptor's wings. With the help of the troll's excitatory potion and the black magic pressure stored inside the black lock sword bamboo, he further enhanced his flight speed.

Severin chased after him furiously, his blood claws slicing through the walls of the research institute, creating trenches with each step he took.

"Don't run, don't run! Augustine, if you have the guts, turn around and fight me!"

"Damn it, don't run away!"

Locke glanced at her, who was following closely behind him. 'The battles of wizards are battles of information.'

'There's no need to stay here with her; let's fight immediately.'

'She was once ranked second in the Wizard Seed Sequence, so it's better to be safe than sorry. I'd better observe her combat style first. Currently, her vampire baron form's flight speed is only about three points faster than my original Plant Mimicry: Raptor.'

'But I can no longer keep up with my current speed, which has been constantly upgraded during battles.'

Let her rage in a state of impotence for a while.

'Even if I have the upper hand here, Hussein is right next to her and can support her at any time, plus there's Maurice, whose background I don't know anything about. On the other hand, on our side, the only real candidate for wizard is Senior Albert.'

Locke even had the leisure to take out a magic map from his astral ring and observe his relative position within the research institute.

"Hmm? Rashid Tahrir is actually approaching here rapidly."

Locke saw a red dot flashing on the map, approaching them, but when it was less than a kilometer away, it suddenly changed direction and chased after them in the opposite direction.

That could very well be Gabriel the Witch and Andy, or even his own teacher, fighting against the enemy.

In short, this small research institute has become somewhat unstable due to the numerous battles that have taken place there.

The vibrations have been ongoing since just now.

Locke looked at the map, pondering where he should fly. He then inexplicably glanced at the location of the large resource vault shown on the map in his hand.

That's also my goal this time!

'No, why do I suddenly want to go to this place? There's no reason, no logic; this sudden thought is constantly urging me to go there, like an external idea.'

Locke was filled with doubt and uncertainty. He tried his best to expel this foreign idea, but found that only by entering a meditative state using advanced meditation techniques and making his mana fluctuations match the mana fluctuations of the World Tree in the natural plane could he temporarily resist this foreign idea.

But he's currently in the midst of battle, moving at high speed; how could he maintain this meditative state for long? 'This is prophetic magic. Come to think of it, the Blood Curse Court isn't skilled in prophetic magic at all. On the contrary, the Witch Gabriel is a high-level prophet…'

Locke's gaze sharpened. 'Then let's follow this intuition and head to that location. We can observe Severin's magical level and combat system along the way.'

Following closely behind Locke, roaring angrily, Severine was extremely anxious. Her enemy was right in front of her, but she just couldn't keep up with Locke's speed and hadn't managed to hit him even once.

She was almost mad.

"That damned white wizard, a nobody, how does he know the lab's layout better than I do? He even skillfully avoided all the places with magical traps." Severin had originally planned to follow Locke and wait for him to step into the traps himself, but after following him for a long time, nothing of her expectations happened!
As Severin saw them pass by a dark wizard's residence, the thought flashed through his mind of inviting other dark wizards to join in killing Locke.

If she could find someone to surround Locke and restrict his movement, she could vent all the grievances and anger she had suffered during this time on that white wizard.

But the next moment, an inexplicable fire ignited in her heart, appearing suddenly without any reason.

An angry thought flashed through her mind: 'Those snobbish types have been secretly laughing at me behind my back all this time.'

'I will kill Locke Augustine by myself, without anyone's help.'

Severin was completely consumed by her rage. She raised her right hand, and a fleshy growth appeared on her right arm. A stream of black venom shot out from the growth, but Locke dodged it with a sharp turn.

Within that black venom lies the superior curse of the Paralysis Curse: the Incapacity Curse.

Once exposed to the venom, the conditions for contact and injury are met simultaneously. The muscles throughout the body will lose their function, leading to death as the heart stops beating, or the person will be at the mercy of others.

Just as Locke and the others were fighting the dark wizards, in the center of the research institute, the witch Gabriel floated in mid-air, her white wizard robes fluttering as if weightless.

The Witch Gabriel closed her eyes. Behind her were twinkling stars that formed constellations: Capricorn, Scorpio, Leo, Aquarius, each point of light representing a star in the sky.

As the Witch Gabriel waved her hands, the constellations shifted, fate changed, and the world was reborn.

This is a magic spell from the first-order divination school of astrology called the "Star Orbit Tampering Spell".

While wizards of the prophetic school may not be particularly strong in direct combat, the web of fate they weave is enough to control the entire course of the battle.

The Witch Gabriel is manipulating the battle within the research institute through her thoughts and actions towards both enemies and allies.

But the witch Gabriel's expression turned slightly grim. "How could that be? Rashid Taril is special."

"As expected of a formal wizard at the stage of spiritual energy transformation, his fate is so complicated. He is not like a person, but a collection of many people whose fates are intertwined. Even I cannot arrange his fate."

"Is this guy doing this on purpose to prevent prophetic magic from affecting him? Or is it just a coincidence, a side effect of his practice of dark magic that led to the current situation..."

Sweat beaded on the witch Gabriel's forehead. "Sophia, are you really his match?"

(End of this chapter)