Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

Chapter 182 Flesh Wizard

Conrad had assumed that after he said those words, the group of black-robed wizards would lower their guard and come forward to greet him warmly.

But to my surprise, instead of relaxing as I expected, they became even more vigilant.

Conrad even suspected that if he made any move that could be misunderstood, they would not hesitate to unleash their pent-up witchcraft upon him.

Now that things had come to this, Conrad also felt some regret. He shouldn't have appeared so abruptly in front of them, provoking such an overreaction.

After all, these wizards had just come from the battlefield of the Great Expedition, walking on the edge of life and death every day, so their nerves were inevitably on edge.

However, Conrad really didn't know what to use to prove his identity or how to clear up this misunderstanding in the short term.

So the two sides stood facing each other on the street, neither daring to make a move.

Although the street where both sides were standing was still quite a distance from the airport platform, there were no obstructions between them, so the people on the spaceship also saw this scene and began to discuss it.

"That group of wizards should be the official wizards who set off with us, right? Why are they standing there motionless with the vice-dean? What are they doing?"

"Are you blind? Can't you see that the team of official wizards and the vice-dean are facing off? They've even started using witchcraft!"

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"And I think if someone were to accidentally slip up right now, it could easily turn into a fight."

"That's not right. How could the official wizards dispatched by the great Dark Erosion Stigmata Wizard not recognize the academy's vice-dean? Could it be that these official wizards didn't come from the academy, but were recruited from outside by the dean?"

"Who knows? But I really hope they don't start fighting, otherwise who knows how long it will take."

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Meanwhile, Byron, who was sitting in his seat, also noticed this scene. Upon hearing the discussions among the crowd, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but recall the information about colonization and the academy's mandatory missions that Isol's mentor had mentioned.

While it's possible that, as they say, this team of official wizards was recruited from outside by the Dean.

However, he felt that the possibility of this speculation was not very high.

More likely, this group of formal wizards are combat wizards trained in wizarding academies established in other worlds conquered by the Dark Erosion Stigmata wizards.

After all, the dean was not only a wizard, but also a Stigmata Wizard.

For such a wizard, why would he gather outsiders to share the profits he could have easily obtained, when he could clearly pocket them?

Regardless, Byron hoped that the two sides would not have any conflict.

Because that would definitely delay his departure time and cast a bad shadow over the operation.

Just as everyone on the spaceship was discussing the matter, a figure suddenly appeared at the end of the street and headed towards the two opposing sides.

Upon seeing this, everyone on the spaceship opened their eyes wide and watched the situation intently.

The figure was none other than the black-robed wizard who had left earlier. Now he had returned and was slowly walking out from the end of the street.

Their steps seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye they arrived at the middle of the standoff between the two groups.

The black-robed wizard first gave Conrad a mocking smile, his eyes filled with schadenfreude, as if to say, "You've finally met your match."

Upon seeing the black-robed wizard's smile, Conrad's face darkened. If he hadn't been worried about delaying the departure time and interfering with the Dean's business, he certainly wouldn't have called this guy over, letting him witness such a good show.

"Alright, stop laughing. Hurry up and verify my identity with them. Don't waste any more time."

Conrad rolled his eyes at the black-robed wizard and said irritably.

The black-robed wizard smiled and nodded, then slowly spoke to the group of formal wizards.

"Alright, relax. Although this person seems a bit unreliable, he is indeed the vice dean of the Dark Erosion Mark Wizard and the main person in charge of your subsequent operations."

Upon hearing the man in black robes speak, the tense bodies of the group of formal wizards instantly relaxed, and the cold and indifferent expressions on their faces softened. The magic that had been gathering around Conrad dissipated.

The leader of the group of formal wizards slowly walked towards Conrad, a look of apology on his face.

"I'm so sorry about earlier, Wizard Conrad. We've just come from the interplane war and haven't quite recovered yet. We really offended you earlier."

"I am the captain of this team. You can call me Mor. I am a second-ring flesh wizard."

When Conrad heard Moore's words, the stern look on his face eased slightly.

But when he heard that Moir was a second-circle flesh wizard, his eyes twitched slightly, and his gaze involuntarily began to sized up the burly wizard with a face full of scars standing in front of him.

Even though he saw that there was nothing wrong with Moore, Conrad was not at ease.

Because he knew that every wizard who chose the path of the flesh-and-blood wizard was an absolute madman, a pure war machine.

Their ultimate goal was not to pursue truth, but to gain greater power, to ensure their survival on the battlefield, and to kill as many enemies as possible.

While flesh-and-blood wizards, bloodline wizards, and body-refining wizards all modify their own bodies, the former's modification direction is completely opposite to that of the latter two.

Flesh wizards target their own physical bodies, actively modifying them, much like those evil gods wandering in the void, distorting their own flesh and blood.

While this can greatly enhance one's life force and strength, it also makes it extremely easy to cause mutations, making one's flesh and blood unstable, falling into chaos, and completely turning into a grotesque mass of flesh and blood.

Therefore, in a stable environment, these wizards who walk the path of flesh and blood are the most unstable factor and require extra attention.

Meanwhile, the wizard Moore also noticed Conrad's wary, scrutinizing gaze.

However, his expression did not change; it remained that apologetic look.

After all, every wizard would give him that look when they heard he was a wizard who walked the path of flesh and blood; he was used to it.

He was aware of this situation long before he chose to embark on this path, but he still resolutely chose it nonetheless.

Only in this way can he better survive in the cruel interdimensional battlefield and protect the people he wants to protect.

And he did indeed achieve this; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to survive until now in the interdimensional war, where the mortality rate for war wizards is so high, and successfully advance to the second-ring wizard level. He even has the honor of being valued by the Dark Erosion Mark Wizard to participate in this operation.

If things continue like this, perhaps becoming a wizard in the wizarding civilization is not such a distant dream after all.