Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems-Chapter 113: Photophobe Ritual Text

Massive light prisms shot toward that Frozen Tower wizard apprentice, but in that instant, the wizard apprentice's pupils suddenly transformed, becoming multiple pupils, each connected to the others, all turning bright red in color.
Then, this Frozen Tower student's body was instantly transformed by the curse magic upon him into a semi-vampire body. He leaped into mid-air.
In this office, like a bouncing ball, he moved extremely fast against every wall, giving Axi's Shattered Light Floating Seeds no chance to hit him.
Andrew was somewhat panicked. "How is this possible? He only used his consciousness to follow the Multiple Self Curse and invade that wizard apprentice's mind. Why does he still retain such powerful magical force?"
"Right... he used vampire transformation curse to convert that wizard apprentice's own magical power into vampire physical enhancement. So he's borrowing that wizard apprentice's magical power. Someone capable of doing this has magical attainments that are extremely rare even among curse masters..."
The bellflower between Andrew's fingers tried to fire a shot at the enemy. Immediately, the Sonic Flower Cannon produced violent vibrations, making Locke, who was standing beside him, want to cover his ears.
That instant of sonic vibration caused documents around them to flutter through the air.
But it was useless.
The Sonic Flower Cannon completely missed its target, hitting nothing, instead blowing a hole in the office ceiling, directly connecting the second and third floors.
The next moment, Andrew's chest was slashed with a huge wound by blood claws, spraying blood as he was knocked backward.
The instant the blood claws made contact with him, Andrew seemed to hear a low voice chanting curses in his ear, then countless voices like those of the dead echoed that low voice, singing cursed incantations in his ears.
A series of low-level curses fell upon him: Thousand Sores Curse, Paralysis Curse, Bleeding Curse, Vomiting Curse, Ugliness Curse...
Andrew didn't even have time to stop the bleeding. He directly grabbed a pile of detoxification potions from the nearby shelf and stuffed them into his mouth.
In the office, several potion master assistants hurriedly cast spells trying to stop him. Most spells missed, with only a few grazing the edge of the semi-vampire.
One potion master assistant even used the Enchantment School's negative energy particle-oriented spell Touch of Negative Energy in his panic, trying to make the semi-vampire lose mobility and slow his speed.
As a result, the semi-vampire neither dodged nor avoided, directly taking the spell hit, then being enhanced by this debuffing spell with increased speed, not slowing down but becoming even faster.
Negative energy spells only strengthen vampires.
"Thank you." The semi-vampire hung upside down from the ceiling, spreading a pair of black bat wings, mocking, "Your white wizards' combat experience is truly terrible. If my main body came here, it would only take ten breaths to kill you all."
"What should I do? I originally just wanted to come here for a consciousness fusion experiment. But now, I don't know what to do instead."
"Then I'll just kill a few potion masters first. Remember, the one killing you is me, Hussein Quinn, the first sequence wizard seed of the Blood Curse Court!"
Seeing the result of the six potion master assistants fighting him, Locke couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
White wizards weren't good at combat to begin with. They spent most of their time on research.
And potion master assistants were precisely the least combat-capable among white wizards, because everyone spent most of their time researching potions.
Unlike Evocation School wizards, who had specialized combat roles.
Blood Curse Court members, from wizard seedlings onward, were already accustomed to killing. They competed for all available magical resources through slaughter, battle-hardened, their personalities gradually becoming twisted in the process.
They revered the law of the jungle.
When these two sides fought, his side was truly being demolished. During combat, someone even cast enhancement magic on the opponent!
Who could have anticipated that?
These first-class wizard apprentices definitely all had stronger magical power than him, because they'd been first-class wizard apprentices much longer than him. Their spell power was also above his, but the problem was that if you couldn't hit your target, it was all useless.
Moreover, vampires had immunity to most magical damage. Only a few specific spells could harm them.
Only a few spells could kill them.
Locke's mind raced. The vampire's advantage lay in super-high mobility. With super-high mobility and partial magic immunity, they had tremendous operational space to fully utilize their combat experience.
He had to find a way to restrict that semi-vampire controlled by Hussein.
But previously, the opponent had already seen his Omen Mandrake Vines' invisibility ability. Trying again against someone who had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood definitely wouldn't work.
The reason the opponent wasn't immediately targeting him was knowing that among all these first-class wizard apprentices, his magical power was the weakest.
So he wasn't the priority target for elimination.
Just as Locke was thinking this, he suddenly saw the semi-vampire controlled by Hussein raise exaggeratedly sharp blood claws like scissors and lunge toward him.
At the same moment, the traces left by the semi-vampire controlled by Hussein when jumping against the walls earlier all lit up with bright red blood glow, forming a mysterious ritual pattern.
So Hussein had been deliberately laying down ritual magic while controlling the semi-vampire to jump around the office, not just dodging spells.
In an instant, all seven first-class wizard apprentices, including Locke, lost their vision.
Andrew roared, "It's the Photophobe Ritual Text!"
"A magic trap that will make us lose vision for thirty seconds. That first-class wizard apprentice, you must hold on until we can support you!"
Locke felt speechless. That was a full thirty seconds.
And they wanted him to hold on.
Among these seven wizard apprentices, he should have the weakest magical power, since he'd only become a first-class wizard apprentice less than six months ago, while many of the first-class wizard apprentices present had remained at this stage for over ten years.
The opponent wasn't following the logic of immediately eliminating the strongest, but targeting him first.
Hussein's gaze concentrated. He also didn't know why he was targeting this weakest first-class wizard apprentice, but his intuition told him to do so now.
So he did.
His ability to survive the cutthroat competition in the Blood Curse Court's mountains of corpses and seas of blood had often depended on this kind of mysterious intuition.
Therefore, he directly trusted his intuition, used his carefully prepared magic trap to control everyone, and his first target was the first-class wizard apprentice with the weakest magical power present.
Also the person he'd met twice before.
Hussein's blood claws fell toward Locke's neck, but the next instant, Locke actually tilted his head and dodged, only getting a blood line on his neck, though it was just a surface wound.
Hussein was stunned. 'Without vision, he can still dodge my attack? No wonder my intuition told me to kill him first. He's quite different from those potion sellers.'
The semi-vampire's blood claws directly attacked Locke continuously, targeting his eyes, throat, heart, or even groin, every move lethal, every move shameless.
On the other side, Locke relied on his left hand's Gentleman Orchid's airflow sensing ability to narrowly avoid Hussein's attacks each time.
'I can't just keep dodging. I must actively attack, or I won't last these thirty seconds. If I'm even slightly slow, I'll immediately be torn apart by his blood claws.'
'My foundation is insufficient and my magical power is low, but that's nothing. The opponent only has one consciousness, one puppet. His magical power isn't really much higher than mine, perhaps even weaker.'
'In terms of methods, I'm not lacking either.' Locke directly took out the level 7 synthetic magical plant Corrupt Soil Taro King from his astral ring. 'I don't need to be intimidated by his reputation.'
'What Blood Curse Court first sequence wizard seed, he's just a black wizard. I'll kill him right now.' Locke's heart beat rapidly. In this critical moment, he actually became slightly excited, as if enjoying this battle.
Hussein frowned with displeasure. His gaze caught Locke's subtle expression change, which wasn't fear, but eagerness to try.
This was very rare for a white wizard.
But for Hussein, it was like an insult. For him, a first sequence wizard seed of the Blood Curse Court, to strike so fiercely and have his opponent show no fear, even appearing prepared to respond properly.
Ridiculous.
Did these potion sellers think they could be his opponents?