Sixth Ring Wizard

Herag has now completely grasped the principles of advancement in the wizarding power system, which is essentially an elevation of one's life level.

He is now at a very high level of existence, so it will be much easier for him to go through the wizard's power system again.

"Yes, sir. I will begin preparations immediately. I will initiate the summoning ritual shortly, and you may come here once you receive the summoning request," Fegal whispered.

"Hmm," Herag replied.

After receiving the order, Fegal entered the cave and began taking out huge black crystals from his spatial ring.

Herag recognized it at a glance; it was an extra-large magic crystal.

He also had some small pieces of magic crystals, which he had obtained from the ruins of the Death Swamp.

A small piece of magic crystal can power the core of a home's magic array for over a hundred years, and its internal energy is extremely vast.

The magic crystals that Felgar has taken out are each the size of three bricks, which makes Herag somewhat alarmed.

Such a large magic crystal must contain terrifying energy; I wonder where Fegal got it from.

This energy source would be an absolute treasure, and possibly even a strategic resource, no matter which dimension it is placed in.

Fegal took out more than fifty giant magic crystals and placed them in various positions of the magic array to power it.

After placing the magic crystal, Fegal took out a huge quill pen with red feathers.

Herag observed it carefully for a while and sensed a special aura emanating from the quill. The feather must have come from some kind of powerful monster.

However, it remains unknown what kind of monster it came from.

After taking out a red quill pen, Fegal also took out a bottle of solution, which was also red, like oil paint.

He dipped a quill into the solution and then began to carefully draw the magic circle on the ground.

This process was rather lengthy; Figueir painted continuously for two whole days before finally stopping.

The area of ​​the witch's formation is not very large, about the size of two basketball courts.

However, the runes drawn by Fegal were extremely complex and could not be wrong in the slightest, otherwise all their efforts would be in vain.

Fortunately, Fegal was a level four wizard with strong enough mental power to steadily complete each stroke.

After completing these tasks, Fegal took out a rhombus-shaped crystal pendant from his spatial ring, shook it in front of him, and chanted long, strange syllables.

Herag sensed the extraordinary nature of these syllables; this ritual was probably quite unusual, and he wondered where Fegal had obtained them.

Fegal must have been modified based on some ritual to become what it is today.

After Fegal finished chanting, the magic array beneath his feet began to glow faintly, and the surrounding magic crystals began to tremble, continuously supplying energy to the magic array.

As this energy was inputted, the entire shamanic array began to emit a strong light, and an ancient aura spread out as well.

Because this is deep within a polluted area, no one can see the light inside this underground cave, nor can anyone feel its ancient aura.

Helag was moved; he felt a calling.

He immediately realized that this was the effect of the summoning ritual, which was summoning him.

If Herag agrees to accept the summoning ritual, he can reach the Wizarding Dimension.

Without hesitation, Herag touched the summoning ritual that appeared in front of him, and immediately disappeared into it.

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Wizarding Plane, Contaminated Area, Underground Cave.

Fegal stood at the cave entrance, watching the summoning ritual in progress. When he saw the spatial vortex that appeared in the middle of the ritual, an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face.

He had waited too long for this day, prepared too much, and endured too much hardship to achieve this goal.

Fegal turned to look at the area of ​​Dawn's Land, a cruel smile on his face.

When that being from the Abyss descends, the entire Land of Dawn will be destroyed.

Not only in the Land of Dawn, but throughout the entire Wizarding Plane, no one can withstand the overwhelming force of the high-ranking beings of the Abyss Plane, which will inevitably lead to widespread destruction.

The thought of this made Fegal tremble slightly with excitement; he couldn't wait to see this day come.

He wanted to see carnage, to see death, to see the destruction of the entire wizarding world—it was an indescribable, exquisite beauty to him.

Within the distorted spatial vortex, a powerful and ancient aura surged forth, and a pair of feet covered in dark gold skin emerged.

The aura was so powerful that the entire underground cave collapsed instantly because it could not withstand it.

A magical shield appeared on Felgal's body, blocking the flying rocks and helping him barely stay upright against the aura.

He knew he might be in danger; the beings of the Abyss were not to be trifled with.

But he didn't care; he had to see this scene unfold with his own eyes.

He didn't care about death.

Soon, a complete human figure emerged from the distorted spatial vortex, with a pair of sharp wings behind the figure.

As the figure gradually became clearer, Fegal finally saw clearly the deity from the abyss plane with whom he had communicated many times.

Fegal immediately knelt on the ground and bowed to Helag to express his respect.

The summoning ritual was not yet over, and the surrounding space was not yet stable. The magic crystals were still continuously supplying energy to the magic array to stabilize the surrounding space.

The energy consumed by this summoning ritual was indeed enormous; many of the magic crystals had already cracked and quickly shattered into grayish-white fragments.

This means that all the energy inside has been exhausted.

Subsequently, the magical crystals within the magic array began to shatter one by one, their energy completely absorbed by the magic array.

As Fegal watched this scene, his heart was in his throat; the summoning ritual had reached its most crucial moment.

If the space remains unstable after all the energy is exhausted, then Herag will be unable to descend, and the summoning ritual will fail.

"Impossible, impossible! I've calculated it, the energy is definitely enough!" Fegal looked at the summoning ritual with unwavering determination, convinced that his calculations were absolutely correct.

He has prepared an energy supply far exceeding what is needed, so there is no way there could be a problem.

Despite this, he remained very nervous.

Nervous? Fega suddenly realized that he could actually feel this emotion.

Even when lying on Malcolm's lab table before, he remained completely unmoved; he never expected to feel nervous now. (End of Chapter)