Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems-Chapter 239: The World Reborn From This

Sephilin's figure suddenly swelled up. The muscles of her upper torso kept expanding and growing larger. Her female face transformed into vampire fangs, a face full of bestial features.
Three pairs of bat wings grew from her back. Each wing was covered with white bone spurs, and the white bone spurs were layered with many geometric patterns of folded high-level curse spell formations. It could be said she had armed herself to the teeth.
Every detail of her body possessed at least one curse magic.
"Locke Augustine, I will make you pay the price."
The half-body super vampire that Sephilin had transformed into charged directly at Locke. Wherever she passed, the blood mist began to scatter.
Locke glanced at her, softly chanted an incantation, and the Large Green Owl Banana on his back changed into the shape of raptor wings. Using the Troll Excitement Gland Potion and the black magic pressure stored inside the Black Chain Sword Bamboo, he once again strengthened his flight speed.
Sephilin angrily chased behind, her blood claws scraping the research institute's walls. Each time she flew a distance, she destroyed a section, creating grooves.
"Don't run, don't run. Augustine, if you have guts, turn around and fight me!"
"Damn it, don't run!"
Locke glanced at her following closely behind him. 'Wizard battles are battles at the information level.'
'There's no need to immediately engage in a decisive battle with her here.'
'After all, she was once the second in the wizard seed sequence. Better safe than sorry. I should first observe her combat mode. From what I can see currently, the flight speed of the vampire baron she's transformed into is only about three parts faster than my original Plant Mimicry: Bird of Prey.'
'But she can't keep up with my current speed after continuously upgrading during battle.'
'I'll let her rage impotently for a while first.'
'Even if I have the upper hand here, Hussein is right beside us and can support her at any time. There's also Maurice whose capabilities I don't know. Looking at our side, the only true wizard candidate seed is just Senior Albert alone.'
Locke even had leisure time to take out a magic painting map from his astral ring and observe his relative position within the research institute.
"Hmm? Rashid Tariel is actually rapidly approaching this location."
Locke saw a red dot constantly flashing on the map, approaching this location. But when he was less than a thousand meters from Locke and the others, he suddenly changed direction and chased in the opposite direction.
That was very likely Witch Gabriel and Senior Andy, or perhaps his teacher, engaged in combat with the opponent.
In any case, this small research institute had become somewhat spatially unstable due to too many battles occurring.
From just now until now, tremors had been constantly occurring.
Locke looked at the map, thinking about where he should fly. He was inexplicably drawn to look at the location of the large resource repository displayed on the map in his hand.
That was also his target this time!
'No, why do I suddenly want to go to this location so much? There's no reason, no logic. This suddenly emerging thought keeps stimulating me to go to that location, like some kind of external thought.'
Locke's heart was filled with uncertainty. He wanted to vigorously expel this external thought, but found that only by entering the meditative state of the advanced meditation method, allowing his mana fluctuations to match the mana fluctuations of the World Tree of the natural plane, could he temporarily resist this external thought.
But he was currently in battle, moving at high speed. How could he maintain this meditative state for a long time?
'This is divination magic. Thinking carefully, Blood Curse Court people aren't good at divination magic at all. On the contrary, Witch Gabriel is a senior prophet...'
Locke's eyes focused. 'Then I'll follow this intuition and head to that location. Along the way, I can observe Sephilin's magic level and combat system.'
Following closely behind Locke, constantly roaring, eager for revenge, Sephilin was now anxious. Her enemy was right in front of her, but she just couldn't keep up with Locke's speed. She hadn't hit Locke even once.
She was about to die of anger.
"Damned white wizard, unknown nobody, how is he even more familiar with the research institute's routes than I am? He's nimbly avoided all the places with magical traps." Sephilin had originally planned to follow behind Locke, waiting for Locke to step on traps himself. But after following for so long, what she expected simply never happened!
Sephilin saw them passing by a black wizard's residence. The thought of inviting other black wizards to come together and surround and kill Locke flashed through her mind.
As long as she could find people to surround Locke and restrict his movement, she could vent all the grievances and anger she had suffered during this time on that white wizard.
But the next moment, an inexplicable fire appeared in her heart, without reason, just suddenly appearing.
An angry thought appeared in her mind. 'Those guys who worship the high and trample the low have been secretly laughing at me behind my back during this time.'
'I want to kill Locke Augustine alone, without anyone else's help.'
Sephilin was completely controlled by the rage in her heart. She raised her right hand. A tumor appeared on her right arm. The tumor shot out a stream of black venom forward, but Locke dodged it in advance with a sharp turn.
That black venom stored the superior curse [Enfeeblement Curse], an upgraded version of [Paralysis Curse].
Once contaminated with the venom, both contact and injury conditions would be simultaneously met. All body muscles would lose function, resulting in death from cardiac muscle stopping, or being at the mercy of others.
Just as Locke and the others were fighting the black wizards, in the central location of the research institute, Witch Gabriel floated in midair. The white wizard robe on her body seemed to have no gravity, its hem fluttering.
Witch Gabriel closed her eyes. Behind her were twinkling stars. Those stars formed various constellations: Capricorn, Scorpio, Leo, Aquarius. Each point of light represented a star in the sky.
As Witch Gabriel moved her hands, those constellations changed accordingly. Destiny changed with them. The world was reborn from this.
This was a First Circle Divination School astrology sub-direction magic [Stellar Track Fortune Usurpation Curse].
Divination School wizards were indeed not particularly strong in direct combat ability, but the web of fate they wove was enough to control all developments in the battle situation.
Through influencing both enemies and allies, plus thoughts, Witch Gabriel was manipulating the battles throughout the entire research institute.
But Witch Gabriel's expression was now somewhat unsightly. "How is this possible? Rashid Tariel is special."
"Worthy of being a formal wizard at the spiritual force materialization stage. His fate is so complex. He's like not just one person, but an aggregate of many people. His fates are tangled and unclear. Even I cannot arrange his destiny."
"This guy... did he deliberately do this to prevent divination magic from affecting him? Or is it just a coincidence, a side effect of his black magic cultivation that led to the current situation..."
Sweat flowed down Witch Gabriel's forehead. "Sophia, are you really his match?"