Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

"Damn it! The Lava Body can't be repaired!"

Soroyak looked horrified.

The fire elements around him were rapidly converging on him, but the cracks on his body seemed to be constantly repelling the elemental repair, as if a thin film was attached to them.

His body had not completely transformed into magma; at that moment, crimson magma instantly overflowed from the crack.

Sores, standing nearby, was in no better shape. He had fewer cracks, but he had almost suffered a serious injury to his heart.

The longest crack was right up to the left side of the chest, with scalding magma constantly gushing out.

"We can't afford to be hit by this impact again!"

Zoroark stood up, and when he looked up, he saw the corpse on the other side hurrying towards him.

"Snap! Sizzle—"

The two heavy greatswords were casually dragged on the ground by the opponent, making a screeching sound as they scraped against the ground.

"roar……"

For some unknown reason, after falling from the sky, Nister's heart suddenly began to beat violently, and the magic seed inside it also began to surge violently.

"Splash! Splash!"

In an instant, the dull thumping of his heart pierced through his chest and clearly reached the ears of the two people opposite him.

"This is?!"

The voice that was lingering in his ears was somewhat familiar to Zoroark. His face suddenly froze, and he didn't even notice the attack coming from the other side again.

……careful!

Fortunately, at that moment, Sores's voice suddenly rang out from the side, with a hint of anxiety in it.

The next moment, a pillar of fire blasted out, pushing Zoroark aside and saving him from the sudden impact.

"boom--!"

Soroark was only awakened when the roar of the impact drowned out the sound of his heartbeat.

But the next moment, a look of wild joy appeared on his face.

"Finally... I've found you!!"

As he spoke, he suddenly looked at Nister, his eyes filled with greed.

"My dear brother!"

Soroark was all too familiar with that strong, powerful heartbeat; it was clearly Hector's heartbeat.

Every rhythm and every sound has long been deeply imprinted in his memory.

And without a doubt, the lowly corpse before him had been transplanted with his brother's heart!

"Hughes! Craig!!"

Suddenly, Zoroark roared.

"How dare you... how dare you transplant my brother's heart into this despicable body!"

But what's hardest to accept is that this precious treasure, which he had carefully nurtured for many years, ended up benefiting a dead body.

"boom--!"

But what responded to him was a whistling impact.

"Sores! Go and hold off that Hughes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zoroark flashed, and layers of magma erupted beneath his feet, blasting towards the Nystriker opposite him.

"Whoosh—!"

He wants to take back that heart.

Although it has been corrupted by necromantic energy, wizards have always had many methods and naturally have a way to resolve it.

"..."

Unfortunately, after being damaged by the impact of the shattered world, both of their lava bodies were already on the verge of collapse.

"ah--!"

Shortly after, Sores let out a scream.

With several impacts landing in succession, his body was covered with fine cracks that were difficult to repair.

In the face of this crisis, the Heart of Lava could not withstand the strain and ceased its operation, forcibly stripping him of his lava body form.

"Splash, splash!"

"Sizzle—sizzle!!"

The next moment, he became like a miniature volcano, constantly spewing out scalding lava from his body.

As the lava flowed away, his body transformed back into flesh and blood.

Sadly, the effects of the "shattered world energy" do not seem to have disappeared along with it.

The cracks all over his body were still clearly visible, but now what flowed out was no longer lava, but thick blood.

Without the protection of the lava body, excruciating pain instantly swept over him.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

Immediately afterwards, Soles knelt down on the ground in agony. The excruciating pain of his body breaking apart was unbearable even for someone with the mental strength of a wizard.

"Snap—"

The next second, he collapsed to the ground, his head limply tilted to one side.

"Kill...kill me...please."

He struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with pleading.

"clatter--"

But Hughes walked over indifferently, then took out a Blood Pact Tick and the Sighing Bone Flute from his storage bag.

"##**##*#*#"

"Waaah—"

Soon, as a melodious flute tune drifted over, Sores's soul emerged from his stagnant body and silently entered the bone flute.

"Buzz—"

The next moment, a flash of black light appeared in one of the finger holes, revealing his ferocious face.

But Hughes was not prepared to keep him, so he disintegrated the other's soul, turning it into nourishment for the growth of the Sighing Bone Flute.

Meanwhile, the battle on the other side was also coming to an end.

Hughes walked slowly over and saw Zoroark kneeling helplessly on the ground, with Mr. Poison and Nystel looking somewhat disheveled in front of him.

Mr. Poison did not go invisible; after landing from the sky, he immediately joined the battle, fighting against Zoroark alongside Nystor.

The result was obvious: as an "assassin," he was not good at head-on combat, and now a large hole had been blasted in his abdomen, from which eerie green venom was constantly oozing out.

As for Nister, his right arm had been severed and lay limply to the side.

Not only that, but a large chunk of flesh and armor was missing from its chest, exposing its heart.

Fortunately, Hughes was able to repair all the injuries they sustained, as well as the damage to their magical implements.

As for Zoroark, his condition was now even more appalling.

Although his lava body wasn't removed, a large pool of viscous venom was stuck to his shoulder, from which he couldn't break free.

The venom continued to melt the lava on his body, and his shoulders sank little by little.

Not only that, but in addition to the cracks caused by the impact, his body was also covered with sword wounds of all sizes.

These sword wounds could clearly be repaired, yet they remain there, indicating that his magic power is almost depleted.

"Hehe, you've arrived."

Zoroark looked at Hughes with a surprisingly calm expression.

"Tsk tsk, this is the heart of our Heruno family, and you actually gave it to a corpse."

He turned his head and looked at Niester's heart, feeling a pang of sadness.

"Your body hasn't undergone any bio-modification yet, has it? If you transplanted Hector's heart into yourself, you would definitely become stronger."

"What a pity...what a pity..."