Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 481 - 26: Death God’s Summon

Shaking off the ominous premonition in his heart, the Twilight Great Wizard gazed at the King of Mayfly before him, his aura also climbing.

As a Great Wizard, the Twilight Great Wizard usually sealed his own strength, exchanging it for bursts of power when necessary.

However, compared to the King of Mayfly’s ascension, the Twilight Great Wizard’s enhancement seemed somewhat insufficient.

Moreover, the power sacrificed by the death of Mayflies was merely a part of the Mayfly Sacrifice Rule. On top of this, it served another function.

The Kings of Mayfly shrieked again, and a vast network linked the King of Mayfly and the Mayfly Army on the ground.

At this moment, the King of Mayfly was truly giving his all.

The further rise in strength of the King of Mayfly calmed Twilight Great Wizard’s heart. The network built by the King of Mayfly increasingly resembled the result of his divination years ago.

"Sullivan, you will die in a net formed by the sun and the swarm."

The result of the divination echoed like a curse in the Twilight Great Wizard’s mind.

As a Great Wizard, he was all too familiar with the effects of divination spells. Once the result of divination was observed, his fate was already sealed.

So, was he going to die?

The Soul Fire in the Twilight Great Wizard’s eyes flickered like a torch in the wind.

He was a Great Wizard, the pinnacle of the Wizard World pyramid. He owned several worlds as territories and testing grounds, where a single word from him could mobilize a million wizards!

He had explored the mysteries of an epoch, and countless taboo knowledge had been written in Magic Books.

Was he, of such stature, going to die today because of a divination from his youth?

To hell with destiny!

The Twilight Great Wizard cursed internally, a surge of intense Magic Fluctuation spreading from his body, an overwhelmingly complex Spell gradually forming in his eye sockets.

He wanted to defeat fate, he wanted to decide his own future!

The King of Mayfly did not know that his opponent had just undergone such an intense mental struggle. He only knew that his enemy was weaving an extremely dangerous attack.

Even though he was now at his prime, he still sensed a lethal threat in the Spell being woven by the Twilight Great Wizard.

"Such a powerful wizard, indeed, any World Master of a civilization will unleash tremendous power at the final moments. But it’s all in vain..."

Suddenly, the King of Mayfly flicked his wings, and his body accelerated to the speed of streaming light. In an instant, all the Twilight Great Wizard saw was a flash of light, and then a severe pain shot through his arm.

He looked down only to see his right arm had, unbeknownst to him, broken off. The enormous white bone arm fell from the sky, stirring up a dust cloud as if a meteor had struck the earth.

"Streaming light speed, impressive."

The Twilight Great Wizard praised, and the next moment, a huge net made of rules emerged from the Void, instantly trapping the King of Mayfly, who moved like streaming light.

"But mere streaming light speed is not enough!"

Streaming light speed was the maximal speed allowed outside of the Curtain; no creature or object could surpass this speed outside the Curtain. Because once it was surpassed, the Curtain would block the speedster like an iron wall formed from absolute rigid bodies.

Even a World Master might die on impact with such a wall at streaming light speed.

Within the net, the segmented limbs of the King of Mayfly suddenly deformed, turning into two crystal-like blades. The power of the rules flowed ceaselessly on the blades, and with a slight movement, the net on him shattered into pieces in the sky.

He glanced at the Spell Model in the Twilight Great Wizard’s eyes that had not yet ceased, and his insect wings flicked again.

This time, thousands of rhombus crystals appeared behind him. Connected by light, they formed a giant, spell-like model structure in the air.

Energy transformed and shifted between the crystals, various types of energy continuously gathering and escalating. Finally, all the energy converged into the center of the model—a compound eye made of crystals.

At the same time, the Spell constructed by the Twilight Great Wizard had also taken shape.

Billions of Runes in his eye sockets turned into a pitch-black eye. The eye was distinctly black and white, but its white part was filled with blood vessels.

Its eyeball rolled around in the socket, then locked its gaze onto the King of Mayfly.

Instantly, the body of the King of Mayfly stiffened. A chilling sensation of being preyed upon surged through his heart.

Without thought, the crystal compound eye burst forth with a radiance like the sun’s. freёnovelkiss.com

The Sun Light, at a million Energy Level, instantly pierced through space; the Twilight Great Wizard’s defenses were utterly like papier-mâché before this strike.

Magic Barrier shattered, Magic Shield shattered, Rule Barrier shattered, skeletal true body shattered!

Before such a calamity-like strike at a million Energy Level, even a Five-Ring Great Wizard like the Twilight Great Wizard could not withstand it.

The skull that held the Twilight Great Wizard’s Soul Fire instantly evaporated into nothing under the Sun Light.

On the ground, the wizards of the Third War Zone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their limbs going weak.

"It’s over, all is over. The Twilight Great Wizard has fallen!"

Watching the battlefield in the sky, Richard felt dizzy before his eyes.

If the Twilight Great Wizard had fallen, then they, all the wizards, were doomed to die, soul boxes notwithstanding.

For the World Master, intercepting souls was a trivial matter.

But just as Richard despaired, Ulysses’s calm voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Don’t panic, your Great Wizard isn’t that easy to kill."

In the sky, the King of Mayfly looked at the Twilight Great Wizard, who no longer possessed the Soul Fire, his eyes flickering with gravity.

Suddenly, the headless body of the Twilight Great Wizard began to regenerate at the neck. A snow-white skull, like a 3D print, grew from his neck bones.

And as the skull completed, twin Soul Fires suddenly ignited in the eye sockets.

"Hehehe, powerful spell, but useless against me," the Twilight Great Wizard cackled as he waved his Magic Wand, and a Crystal Ball appeared out of thin air.

"Now it’s my turn!"

The next moment, the Crystal Ball exploded, and a pitch-black gate suddenly appeared in the air. The instant Ulysses saw the gate, he screamed.

"Don’t look at that door, you madman! That’s the Gate of Netherworld!"

Upon hearing the scream, Richard immediately shifted his gaze and relayed the message to the other Three Rings Wizards through the psychic network.

Then he turned to Ulysses and asked, "What is the Gate of Netherworld?"

Ulysses fluttered his wings, and a dark curtain instantly blocked all angles that could see the Gate of Netherworld.

"The Gate of Netherworld is the portal to the Netherworld Dimension. The Netherworld Dimension is among the oldest of all Illusionary Dimensions. Its inner worlds overflow with countless World Masters and even Divine Kings.

"Once this ghostly thing opens in the Material World, it will inevitably summon those Death Gods and Netherworld Kings, and summoning a Divine King is not impossible!"

"What do you mean by blocking it?"

"This thing can let things out, naturally it can take things in. If you look at it too long, your souls will be sucked into the Netherworld Dimension.

"Damn, this kind of thing is usually used by our Death Gods for mutual destruction. Why is your Great Wizard using it now!"

Hearing this, a feeling of wrongness flashed through Richard’s mind.

"Mutual destruction? Does using this thing come with a great cost?"

"Of course, those Death Gods are not the benevolent type. Opening this gate necessarily requires a World Master’s soul as material, and maintaining the Gate of Netherworld also demands the caster’s soul as a cost.

"If maintained too long, even the soul of a World Master will be depleted.

"And besides, those Death Gods are not obedient summons. Once they appear, they will start harvesting all present souls.

"Unless your Great Wizard has found a way to control the Death Gods, summoning the Gate of Netherworld now is an absolutely foolish move."

...

In the sky, the massive Gate of Netherworld opened slowly amidst the wailing of countless souls, and a giant Death God with the head of a pig and a body wielding a large axe squeezed out.

Even though the Twilight Great Wizard was now a kilometer tall, he still looked like a dwarf in front of the Death God.

"Death God Togret, it’s time for you to fulfill your contract."

The pig-headed Death God glanced at the Twilight Great Wizard and then at the King of Mayfly across him, snorting a sound from his pig nose.

"Twilight Wizard, I hope your incomplete soul is enough to sustain until I harvest his soul."

The Soul Fire in the eyes of the Twilight Great Wizard flickered briefly and he responded, "Knowing my soul is incomplete, aren’t you going to act quickly?"

The recent Sun Light had not left him unscathed. Although he had escaped death, his soul had still lost nearly a quarter of its essence in the aftermath of the Sun Light.

However, compared to outright dying, this loss was insignificant.

The pig-headed Death God snorted again and then marched towards the King of Mayfly. Along the way, he swung his large axe, ripping out vast swathes of Star River Mayfly souls like a giant net from their bodies.

Yet the Wizard remained unharmed.

The Twilight Great Wizard, as frantic as he was, wouldn’t summon a Death God that couldn’t differentiate friend from foe.

"Death God!?"

The King of Mayfly shrieked, his body suddenly lighting up like the sun. Under the glow, the Soul Net of the Star River Mayfly halted midair, no matter how the Death God summoned, it didn’t budge.

"Soul Rules? Interesting."

The pig-headed Death God swung his large axe violently, and instantly tore a hole in the Soul Net. Millions of Star River Mayfly souls got sucked through his nostrils like blue smoke entering his body.

The King of Mayfly shrieked again upon witnessing this scene. This time, any creature could discern his rage.

"A mere World Master of an Illusionary Dimension dares to devour my kin right in front of me?"

The next moment, the King of Mayfly flapped his wings, suddenly transforming into thousands of figures. But the pig-headed Death God mocked with a smirk. In his eyes, among the thousands of King of Mayfly figures, only one bore a mark.

The eyes the Twilight Great Wizard had spent half a day creating were not meant to intimidate.

The pig-headed Death God swung his axe, the axe representing death crossing space and heading straight for the true body of the King of Mayfly.

If this axe were to land solidly, even if the King of Mayfly was a Level 5 Creature, he would still be shattered and have his vital essence and soul harvested.