The battles of the big shots had little impact on the war on the ground. The Fire Lizard army continuously poured into the Wizard's fortress city, consuming the Wizards at a rate of five to one, even ten to one in casualties.
This trade was profitable for the Fire Lizard.
There were only so many Wizards in the Crimson Sun World; each one that died was one less. As long as enough died, the Wizard front would inevitably collapse.
Wizards were not robots; excessively high casualty rates would also crush their morale.
Boom! A fireball exploded, and the black flames turned the last Fire Lizard warrior in the alley into ashes.
After dealing with this final enemy, Richard leaned wearily against the wall.
A black crow flew in from outside the alley, its claws clutching a still-steaming, fresh heart.
"Caw, a heart from a Dragon Curse Warlock, almost at level three."
Richard casually took it, pulled out a bottle containing a preservative solution from his pocket, and tossed the heart inside.
"Are the big shots still not planning to end the battle?" Richard asked casually.
It was now the fourteenth day of the war. Richard had temporarily transitioned from a technical advisor for the support convoy to a weapon Wizard of the White Wizard Legion, primarily responsible for repairing Alchemy Weapons for teams that had lost their Alchemist Wizards.
This was a very dangerous position, as it required moving between various teams' defensive zones, constantly battling the Fire Lizard. As the designer of the Magic Support Vehicle, Richard was originally qualified to request a position change from the command center, but they offered him a condition he could not refuse—a piece of land with permanent ownership.
Land was an important asset for Wizards; its value lay not just in its output but also in the resources beneath it, which were secondary for Wizards.
Because such permanent land was destined to be small, even if it had resources, it wouldn't sell for much.
The true value of land was that owning permanent land was equivalent to having a ticket to enter this world.
After the Great Wizard conquered the world, many worlds were not open to outsiders. To enter these worlds, one had to either join the Great Wizard's academy or join certain Wizard guilds that cooperated with the Great Wizard.
But as long as a Wizard had a piece of permanent land, the portal to enter the world would always be open to them.
Moreover, this rule came from the Council of Truth, and any Great Wizard would abide by it.
The Crimson Sun World was not particularly special, but there were still many places to explore within it, especially the underground area of the Pioneers' testing ground.
In ten years, Richard had only explored a portion of it, and a considerable part remained for him to discover.
"Caw, it's almost time." Ulysses looked at the constantly changing sky, where the actions of a World Master-level powerhouse could cause shifts in the weather. "That old guy engulfed in green flames has gained the upper hand. Once he figures out the Fire Lizard King's secrets, that Fire Lizard will be done for."
"Good." Richard straightened up, leaning on his staff. "I was sweating for that Hellfire Grand Wizard when I saw him fighting two at once."
Ulysses replied calmly, "Caw, those below level six, the World Master-level powerhouses produced by civilization, are far stronger than ordinary World Masters. If it weren't for the power of the world backing them, these three Fire Lizards would be nothing but bones picked clean by that green flame skeleton."
"Eh? Below level six?" Richard noted this qualifier. "Is there something special about level six?"
Ulysses paused for a moment before slowly saying, "Caw, level six is often the final level of a path of power. Those who reach this level are either those who have walked a certain path to its end. Such beings, if they take one more step, become the progenitors of a civilization.
Or they are those gifted children of the world, who are often born as World Masters, manipulating the rules as easily as breathing."
"The end of the road, level six beings are the end of the road?"
Richard was somewhat puzzled; there were levels seven, eight, and even the legendary level nine above level six. How could it be the end?
"Caw, reaching level six theoretically does not require any special talent. With enough resources and sufficient experience, one can reach it." Ulysses spoke with a hint of nostalgia. "But every powerhouse above level six possesses talents, efforts, and even luck that far exceed ordinary individuals.
Their experiences are irreplaceable and lack educational value."
Richard was astonished; Ulysses's words completely overturned his understanding.
Becoming level six actually required no talent? Richard couldn't help but ask, "Where did you hear this? I remember it wasn't like that for level six."
Ulysses glanced at him and replied flatly, "Caw, the Eternal God King."
"…Then it's nothing. I can only say that the God King's vision is indeed high."
Stepping out of the alley, Richard ran into two Dragon Guard Warriors. Upon seeing Richard, the two Fire Lizards immediately attacked from the left and right.
Two Black Gold Scimitars sliced through the air, one aimed at Richard's neck, the other at his heart.
Clang! Zzzzz…
The scimitar aimed at his neck was blocked by Richard's staff, while the one aimed at his heart created a dazzling shower of sparks as it scraped against his armor. The Dragon Guard Warrior was about to strike again when a flash of dark light appeared, revealing two very familiar headless corpses.
Ulysses suspended the two heads beside him, pecked at them, and with a slurp, he sucked the brains clean as if drinking bubble tea.
"Caw, you should try this; the brains of these Fire Lizards can really excite the body."
Richard waved his hand, "Forget it, I don't like eating raw."
Taking out a map, Richard prepared to head to the next small stronghold.
Suddenly, a grand "sound" entered Richard's perception, instantly causing him to clutch his ears in pain. But the sound was merely an illusion; even with his ears covered, it still echoed around him.
It was… crying! Richard was not the only one who heard it; all beings in the Crimson Sun World heard this cry.
The battling Fire Lizards suddenly halted, almost in unison looking in the same direction, a wave of inexplicable sorrow surged from their hearts. The Wizards, like Richard, painfully covered their ears.
Fire Lizard King Minar looked in shock at the battlefield on the other side, where a disheveled Frost Grand Wizard was laughing a few kilometers ahead of him.
Beside Richard, Ulysses calmly said while gazing at the distant battlefield:
"Caw, Richard, this is the Cry of Heaven; a World Master is about to die."
…
In the sky, the Hellfire Grand Wizard pulled his skeletal staff from the head of a Morik.
"Fire Lizard, if you can tell me how your combination technique works, I'll make your death a bit more painless."
The Hellfire Grand Wizard's voice was very calm. After more than ten days of intense battle, his Wizard robe was merely a bit tattered, and the green hue on him had dimmed slightly.
He appeared to be unscathed.
In contrast, Morik, who was fighting him, was on the verge of death.
At this moment, only one of Morik's five heads remained intact; the others were either crushed or torn off. His golden scales had lost their luster, large patches were shattered, and golden blood continuously seeped from them.
The green Hellfire quietly burned on his wounds, rendering Morik's recovery ability completely ineffective under its influence.
Although for a World Master, the head was not a vital point, it was an important node for the soul to control the body. If shattered, Morik's body would inevitably experience a moment of loss of control.
This brief moment, though short, was enough for the Hellfire Grand Wizard to destroy the heart of Morik's body.
Without a heart, Morik would have no ability to resist.
Morik looked at the Hellfire Grand Wizard, his gaze no longer as resolute as before.
So strong; this Wizard's power exceeded his imagination.
Endless means, a body equivalent to the physical limits of a level five being, and that incredibly rich combat experience.
Compared to this Wizard, he felt like a child who had just learned to fight.
He was about to lose.
"Brother, are you going to give up?"
A voice appeared in Morik's mind; it was Linksa's voice.
Their combination technique was essentially a fusion of flesh and blood, a unification of spirit. Linksa's consciousness had never disappeared; his will had always been helping Morik fight.
"My brother, I am about to lose."
Morik's voice was filled with bitterness; the Hellfire Grand Wizard was even stronger than the dragon he had once overthrown.
In both body and spirit, he had already failed.
"Brother, is this your choice?"
Linksa's voice held no anger. Both had experienced this battle and were well aware of the terror of the Wizard before them.
They were in sync at this moment.
"I… have lost."
Morik gave his response, and Linksa also provided his.
Morik's body began to emit golden light, and two figures slowly separated within the golden glow.
The Hellfire Grand Wizard watched this scene with great interest, continuously analyzing the mysteries within.
At this moment, he was already confident of victory; Morik had no chance of turning the tide.
As the golden light dissipated, Linksa and Morik reappeared on the battlefield. Morik looked the same as before the fusion, while Linksa bore all the injuries from the fusion.
"Wizards, you have won," Linksa said slowly.
"Yes, that is obvious. So what is your decision?"
The Hellfire Grand Wizard held his staff, the staff head wrapped in Hellfire chains that coiled into a ball, within which countless runes flowed endlessly.
If Linksa's answer did not align with his wishes, the only thing awaiting him would be sealing.
"…But you are too arrogant, Wizard."
Linksa suddenly laughed, and the Hellfire Grand Wizard's expression changed drastically as the sealing art at the staff's head instantly transformed into a barrier of green flames.
Linksa looked at Morik and laughed heartily:
"Brother, I secretly kept a piece of the divine weapon, but unfortunately, the conditions to activate it are too ridiculous, so I never used it."
A light appeared from the void, and Linksa's figure gradually disappeared within the light, as the only sun of the Crimson Sun World slid down to the horizon.
The sun has set.
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