Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 476 - 21: Funeral Bell and the Sun (Added Chapter)

Chapter 476: Chapter 21: Funeral Bell and the Sun (Added Chapter)

The Kings of Mayfly watched from afar the three Great Wizards, clearly discerning the extent of their strength.

Strong, incredibly strong.

Within the mental network, the Kings of Mayfly shared their opinions.

In their eyes, each of the three Great Wizards was terrifyingly powerful. Compared to the backward World Masters of tribal worlds, one Great Wizard was worth three of them.

"Indeed, civilization, the strength is simply different," the only Sixth Level Mayfly among the Kings of Mayfly sighed within the mental network.

The next moment, the three Kings of Mayfly suddenly fluttered their wings, shooting across the sky like meteors, flying towards their respective Great Wizards.

Upon seeing this, the three Great Wizards didn’t waste words.

They immediately unfurled their true bodies and swung their Magic Wands, clashing with the Kings of Mayfly.

Due to their positions, Richard could only see the battle of the Dusk Great Wizard.

High above the Nine Heaves, the kilometer-long Dusk Great Wizard wielded his Magic Wand, and a pitch-black seed suddenly appeared beside the King of Mayfly.

The next moment, the pitch-black seed rapidly sprouted roots, transforming into a mass of dark, twisted thorns that trapped the King of Mayfly within.

On the ground, both Richard and Delis had a flash of shock cross their faces.

Those thorns were not made of energy, but actual living beings. And the Life Radiation emanating from this mass of twisted thorns had reached the strength of an official World Master.

But before their shock could subside, the mass of thorns exploded with a dazzling white light.

Immediately after, a meteor shower-like stream of light burst forth from the wings of the King of Mayfly, incinerating the thorny debris to ashes.

Throughout the process, the King of Mayfly was only slowed for a fraction of a second.

"Is this the King of Mayfly?" Delis murmured to himself. "The World Masters from civilizations and the World Masters from tribal origins indeed have a fundamental difference."

If it were a World Master from a tribal world, that mass of pitch-black thorny monster could have at least delayed them a second or two.

The Dusk Great Wizard seemed unsurprised by this outcome. His pale Magic Wand’s runes flowed, and in just an instant, a witchcraft so complex that it would require the combined efforts of dozens of Three Rings Wizards took shape in the sky.

Ding!

A crisp ringing of a bell suddenly echoed in the sky.

A simple-looking but somewhat ethereal brass bell appeared out of thin air above.

With every swing of his Magic Wand by the Dusk Great Wizard, the brass bell would toll once.

Inside the Command Center, when the student of the Dusk Great Wizard saw the bell, his face changed abruptly, yelling, "Spread the word, all Wizards below Three Rings, do not listen to the sound of this bell!"

This was the signature spell of the Resurrecting Great Wizard—Funeral Bell.

Do not ask for whom the Funeral Bell tolls; when you hear it, it tolls for thee!

Within the sound of the bell, Richard felt a sudden dizziness, a few drops of fresh blood trickling from his nose. Meanwhile in the White Wizard Army, a Second Ring Wizard staggered midair, and the One Ring Wizards lost consciousness briefly, plummeting straight down from the sky.

"Don’t listen to the sound of that bell!" Delis yelled loudly.

He violently swung his Magic Wand, and several Fireballs exploded in midair, their massive booms instantly masking the sound of the bell tolling.

Richard opened a Secret Realm Rift and pulled Ulysses out from within.

Under these circumstances, he urgently needed the advice of Ulysses, a World Master.

The battle between top World Masters was too exaggerated; even separated by thousands of miles, even though the target of the bell’s sound was not them, even as mere collateral damage, they were still affected.

Ulysses was suddenly pulled out by Richard, still a bit dazed. However, upon seeing the two terrifying beings dueling in the sky, he immediately screamed.

"Have you fucking lost your minds? Get away from those two freaks!"

"We’re already retreating!" Richard roared back in response, "At this time, going anywhere else means doom!"

Right now, Richard could easily hide in the Secret Realm, even taking all these White Wizards with him.

But what good would hiding do?

They didn’t know when the battle would end or what the outcome would be. He didn’t even know if any Mayfly would discover his spatial coordinates in the Galaxy World and then invade his Secret Realm, or simply remove the spatial coordinates altogether, leaving him unable to return.

He was now facing a civilization; he couldn’t treat the Galaxy Mayfly like he would the natives.

"Retreat?"

Ulysses glanced in the direction they were heading, assessing the level of danger.

He then spoke, "Right now, all One Ring Wizards must destroy their auditory nerves. Second Ring Wizards who are not full in spiritual power should also hurry and destroy their auditory nerves.

The sound of this bell is a Rule Attack, and it contains the Death Rule! Listen too much, and you can await cerebral death."

Upon hearing Ulysses’ suggestion, Richard immediately issued orders through the mental network.

The White Wizards did not question, ruthlessly using their Magic Power to destroy their own auditory nerves.

At this moment, following Richard’s advice was unquestionably correct.

Delis on the side, hearing Ulysses’ suggestion, couldn’t help but be shocked. He was amazed at how stern and ruthless the perspective of Richard’s Magic Pet was, directly perceiving the Death Rule contained within the sound of the bell.

In the sky, the brass bell, a harbinger of death, continued to toll.

As the primary target of the bell’s attack, the body of the King of Mayfly was being eroded by the Death Rule.

Its body’s cells died with the tolling of the bell and were restored in the blink of an eye. Its soul structure developed fractures, but they healed in an instant.

The Death Rule was conflicting with its own rules, and the victor would determine its future.

"The Death Rule is powerful indeed," said the King of Mayfly suddenly, "But what a pity, it’s still not enough!"

The next moment, the King of Mayfly beat its wings, and its already dazzling body transformed directly into a sun.

A ring of the sun encircled the King of Mayfly.

Under the illumination of the ring of the sun, the death sound waves from the brass bell manifested in the air and then turned into streaks of black air invisible to the common man, sinking into the veil below.

This sunlight was both gentle and fierce, healing the mayflies’ injuries like a healing spell when shone upon them, but upon the wizards, it was as fierce as magma, as if it desired to burn them to ashes.

"Legion shield... "

"Don’t use the Magic Barrier!"

Ulysses interrupted Richard’s command, looking at the sun in the sky and then firmly said, "Don’t resist with energy, just wrap yourself up tightly."

Faced with this suggestion, Richard hesitated for a moment and then repeated it in the mind network.

Ulysses’s advice was worth trusting at this time.

The fierce sunlight shone on their bodies, burning the wizards’ flesh like flames. But where they were covered by the Wizard Robe, they felt nothing at all.

Richard watched this scene with some surprise. The King of Mayfly’s move, was it really countered so easily?

Ulysses glanced at him, "Don’t overthink it, these rays are not aimed at you, just like those bell tolls, they are the aftermath within the aftermath.

If it were aimed at you, unless what you were wrapped in was the World Barrier, everything would turn to ashes."

With sunlight imbued with the power of rules beating down on them, the White Wizard Army continued their operations.

Meanwhile, in the sky, the Great Wizard of the Twilight, beyond the Magic Barrier, quietly watched the King of Mayfly not far away.

He could feel that these rays of light were rapidly depleting his Magic Power.

"Compound Rules taken to this extent are impressive," he said, and with a slight wave of his Magic Wand, his body suddenly vanished into the air, "But it’s a pity, hiding is also quite easy."

For the Great Wizard, entering beneath the veil was not difficult.

Seeing the Great Wizard of Twilight do so, the King of Mayfly also suddenly flickered, disappearing into the air.

Entering beneath the veil, it naturally knew how to do as well.

And as a bystander, Ulysses, seeing this, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"These two guys have finally left. Let’s hurry on our way. Once those two come out, chances are we won’t be so lucky."

Richard spread his hands helplessly, "I’d like to, but this is an army, and this is as fast as we can go."

Now, it would be possible to squeeze the entire army into the Secret Realm to hasten their journey, but considering the current quality of mayflies, if he crammed the army into the Secret Realm, he would probably encounter trouble himself.

Suddenly, Richard turned his gaze to Ulysses.

"Ulysses, what about you taking us on the road? We enter the Secret Realm, you get to the place and let us out."

With Ulysses’s abilities, evading the mayflies shouldn’t be too difficult.

But Ulysses declined his request.

"Don’t think about such good things," Ulysses sighed, "Right now, those two are fighting under the veil, and my little tricks might just lead me to run into them.

Just relying on conventional methods, we’re evenly matched. Let’s just go slow, those two probably won’t come out for a while."

There are two types of battles between World Masters: one is where the victor is quickly decided, common when rules are freshly activated or when there’s a large gap in strength between the parties.

The other type is a prolonged battle.

Such battles are a test of the foundations of both sides—whoever has stored more energy, collected more treasures, will have the advantage.

These fights only truly become a battle to the death once both sides have exhausted their resources.

Upon hearing this, Richard sighed lightly, acknowledging that even Ulysses was not omnipotent in the war between civilizations.

"Then just help keep an eye out so we don’t encounter an ambush by the mayflies."

...

In the sky, the mountainous Expedition Nest slowly entered the Galaxy World.

Elite Galaxy Mayflies surged into the Star River World like a tide.

And through the Space Rift where it was located, a Three Rings Wizard saw with despair that there were countless nests like this Expedition Nest.

At the Third Battle Zone Command Center, the Twilight Great Wizard’s students became acting commanding officers.

As he watched the Expedition Nest in the sky, he turned to the wizard beside him and asked, "Is everything installed?"

"Which one are you referring to?"

"All of them are needed."

The questioned wizard manipulated something on the Crystal Ball in his hands and then replied respectfully:

"If you are talking about the Day of the End, it was installed three days ago. But if you are referring to the self-destruct device for the Teleportation Gate, it’s not yet complete.

We estimate it will take another three hours to activate the device and completely destroy the Teleportation Gate."