Wizard: I devour the stars with swarms of insects.

Chapter 202 The Philosopher's Stone? The Alchemist Wizard's Ultimate Pursuit!

"It's alright, Wayne, just do your best!" said the wizard Bolton beside him.

"Even if we run out of time in the end, if we can distract this guy and give you time to escape, then it'll be worth it!"

"We two old folks have lived most of our lives in the Wizarding Academy of the Black Forest City. We've long since lived long enough, and it's our duty to look after the younger generation in times of crisis!"

"Because only you young people are the hope for the future resurgence of the Wizarding Academy in the Black Forest City."

"So, do your best, young man, we'll buy you enough time!"

After saying this, Wizard Bolton brandished his alchemical longsword, which crackled with lightning, and stopped in his tracks, following Mentor Morse.

He turned to face the black-robed wizard behind him, laughed loudly, and a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph! Come on, you bastard, let me see... just what you're capable of!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Bolton reached from his waist with his right hand, and a palm-sized, dark gold metal disc appeared in his palm.

The surface of the disc was covered with densely packed runes, each of which was slowly rotating and emitting a faint golden halo.

Furthermore, in the very center of the disc, there is a thumb-sized, constantly pulsating red crystal.

It was as if a burning flame was sealed inside the crystal.

Upon seeing this, Morse, the instructor beside him, was taken aback and blurted out.

"This is... the Philosopher's Stone?! Bolton, you actually managed to forge this thing?!"

"Although it has been successfully refined, its performance is unstable, and I have never actually used it."

The wizard Bolton looked on with a hint of helplessness, gazing at the red crystal on the metal disc in his hand.

"Furthermore, the Philosopher's Stones that are refined are only of extremely low purity, and are actually far inferior to the true Philosopher's Stones."

"But... in order to delay this guy, we have no choice but to try our luck."

The ability to forge the Philosopher's Stone is the ultimate dream of every alchemist.

For alchemists, the Philosopher's Stone is a testament to their power, the ultimate goal that every alchemist strives to reach throughout their life.

The Philosopher's Stone is not just a stone, but a personification of a "concept," turning stone into gold, transforming decay into magic... transforming imperfection into perfection.

It represents the alchemy wizards' ultimate pursuit of perfection.

In legend, the true Philosopher's Stone can enable the transformation between any metals and the conversion of energy.

It can cure all diseases, prolong life, and even allow people to glimpse a corner of the truth.

The Philosopher's Stone before me is the result of a long time and a lot of materials I've spent working on it.

It was finally refined after days and nights of hard work.

However, because of its low purity and unstable performance, I have never wanted to use it.

If I hadn't been forced into this desperate situation, I wouldn't have wanted to use it.

Now, Wizard Bolton raised the dark gold disc high, and the red crystal in the center of the disc suddenly shone with a white light.

At the same time, he chanted several incantations and drew golden energy magic symbols in front of his eyes with his fingers.

With a swift movement of its feet, it sped towards the black wizard ahead, while a large number of metallic energy particles began to surge around it.

Meanwhile, in the back, Mentor Morse also flipped his wrist and took out a scale from his waist pouch.

The edges are unusually sharp.

Pfft—!

Mentor Morse inserted the scale into his own chest, and blood flowed out.

And it seems that this scale was covered with some kind of special toxin, which stained the surrounding blood a purplish-black color.

Mentor Morse dipped his fingers in the purplish-black blood and began to paint and draw on his chest.

It looks like they are drawing some kind of witchcraft symbol, to symbolize marriage.

The bloodstains gleamed eerily in the crimson moonlight, like a writhing black snake.

Gradually, starting from the center of the chest, it extends downwards, drawing a thin, slightly curved arc, resembling the shape of an eye.

Then, starting from the pupil, expand outwards to the left and right to draw scales, forming the eye of a black snake.

Next, Morse bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood mist onto the snake's eye on his chest, while simultaneously chanting several incantations rapidly.

"Great serpent of darkness, Dracula's serpent protecting its master, now... descend!"

The incantation has been completed.

The snake eye pattern drawn on the chest suddenly tore open, and with a hissing sound, a black snake, its body completely black and covered with fine obsidian-like scales, crawled out from the chest of Instructor Morse.

Encircling around Mentor Morse, coiled around his waist, the raised snake head was still gently flicking its tongue.

Snake eyes, like the barbs of a venomous viper, were fixed ahead. Then, Instructor Morse also took a step in the opposite direction, heading towards the location of the black-robed wizard.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent area.

Seeing that Mentor Morse and Wizard Bolton had already moved without hesitation to the opposite direction, to the location of the black-robed wizard, just to buy themselves some time.

Wayne's eyes revealed a hint of being touched.

And then he remembered what the wizard Bolton had said before he left, that he represented the future and hope of the Wizarding Academy of the Black Forest City.

Even if they ultimately fail, their delaying tactics and assistance will be enough to stall the black-robed wizard for a while.

Give yourself a chance to escape.

Although wizards are a group of creatures who prioritize profit and always believe in equivalent exchange, they are not a group of creatures who prioritize profit.

I won't help others without a reason.

However, now, in times of crisis, they still step forward to protect the younger generation.

Even at the risk of their lives, they are willing to buy time for the younger generation, and even sacrifice themselves here.

Thinking back to the time when he single-handedly held off a large number of dark wizards at the Wizarding Academy in the Black Forest City.

The Elemental Hand wizard, Vice-Dean Gellert, who bought them time to escape, ultimately risked his own life to stay at the Wizarding Academy in the Black Forest City.

To cover their retreat.

For a moment, they thought about all the experiences and treatment they had received, and compared them to the black wizards who had attacked them.

Wayne is now truly experiencing firsthand the biggest difference between dark wizards and white wizards.