Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 482 - 27 The Fall of the Great Wizard

Thud!

The expected splash of flesh and blood did not occur when the Pig Head Death God struck; instead, his large axe was blocked by two jointed legs of the King of Mayfly.

Although the crystal-like jointed legs were gradually shattering under the erosion of the axe blade, the fragments sparkled like broken stars.

But the King of Mayfly ultimately blocked the blow.

Then, the thousands of phantoms that the King of Mayfly had split into stirred.

The phantoms, like streams of light, with their jointed legs and insect wings, shone with the light of rules.

As a master of illusions, the King of Mayfly had long mastered the True Illusion.

The next moment, thousands of real phantoms charged towards the Pig Head Death God at the speed of light. The Pig Head Death God tried to defend but couldn’t surpass the speed of light.

Ripping...

In an instant, numerous wounds erupted all over the Pig Head Death God’s body, and his dark blood dripped onto the ground, even turning it into Netherworld Soil.

Roar!

The Pig Head Death God let out a painful scream.

"Insect, I will turn your entire race into the most despicable spirits in my Divine Country!"

In the face of the Pig Head Death God’s threat, the King of Mayfly emitted a sharp cry, conveying a single sentiment.

Contempt.

The King of Mayfly taunted, "A World Master from an Illusion World dares to be so noisy. Go back to your old home!"

Although the Netherworld Dimension harbors countless powerful beings, the Illusionary Dimension is, after all, illusionary, and they can only briefly manifest in the Material World, which is already the limit of their abilities.

Even the Star Realm Master from the Illusionary Dimension couldn’t arrive in the Material World without being summoned.

After taunting, the King of Mayfly vibrated his insect wings once more, and again, thousands of phantoms appeared.

This time, instead of attacking, they constructed something similar to a mental network amongst each other.

The Twilight Great Wizard behind the Pig Head Death God recognized what it was, and hurriedly waved his magic wand, emitting a gray light that spanned the Heavenly Vault.

Several hundred phantoms of the King of Mayfly dissipated into the atmosphere as energy under this light beam.

"Togret, you’d better take this seriously. Otherwise, you might not be returning today!"

The weak voice of the Twilight Great Wizard rang out beside the Pig Head Death God. To maintain the Gate of Netherworld, his soul was continuously depleting, which meant his spiritual power was constantly falling.

The weakness from his soul almost prevented him from casting spells.

Hearing this, the Pig Head Death God’s axe gleamed with a bloody light, stripping the exquisite axe of its glamorous appearance.

The King of Mayfly looked at the previously exuberant axe now turned into a simple blood-stained executioner’s axe, feeling a tinge of caution in his heart.

At this moment, the large axe of the Pig Head Death God had turned into a simple executioner’s axe stained with blood, but it emanated an extremely dangerous aura.

It seemed the axe was no longer just a weapon embodying the Death Rule; it had become death itself.

"The Twilight Wizard is a clever fellow, so I’m quite willing to heed his advice."

The Pig Head Death God raised his axe, and the cuts across his gray-blue skin caused by the phantom of the King of Mayfly began to heal on their own. Unlike usual creatures, every wound on the Pig Head Death God left a scar.

"So I’ve decided to go all out and drag you, this despicable insect, into the Netherworld as soon as possible!"

Buzz!

A humming sound emanated from the blade of the axe, and the blood-stained executioner’s axe swung a blood-red glow. Everything touched by this glow, whether material or biological, was commanded to die.

The King of Mayfly flashed, turning into a streak of light, yet the light from the swung axe seemed to track its target, making it impossible for him to evade.

Having no choice, the King of Mayfly had to withstand the strike.

Ding!

A piercingly sharp explosion suddenly erupted.

A pair of jointed legs of the King of Mayfly were slashed off, gradually shattering in the air, and at the moment of touching the ground, they finally exploded into a sky full of stardust.

"It’s conceptual death," Ulysses observed, his face showing shock as he looked at the King of Mayfly in the sky.

"Conceptual death, what is that?"

Ulysses explained, "Conceptual death is an ultimate expression of the Death Rule, capable of erasing something from concept. Look at that giant bug; his two jointed legs have been erased conceptually.

No matter how strong their regeneration ability, unless the Rule Body is reshaped, those legs will never grow back."

Hearing this explanation, Richard was shocked.

"Death Rule can achieve such a terrifying capability? Wouldn’t the powerful beings possessing the Death Rule be invincible?"

Ulysses glanced at him and responded, "You always view the capabilities of deities with a mortal’s mindset. This method is just a rule attack; if you block it, it’s gone.

This bug was erased because he didn’t block it, and had he been as strong as that Bronze Wizard, he would have merely lost some energy at most."

Richard nodded thoughtfully and then shifted his gaze back to the sky.

After experiencing conceptual death, the gaze of the King of Mayfly towards the Pig Head Death God was neither fearful nor terrified. On the contrary, he seemed even more determined.

"Indeed strong enough, no wonder he used his soul as a price to summon you.

But unfortunately, it’s still not enough!"

The Pig Head Death God didn’t respond, his large axe once again cleaved a blood-red glow through the air.

This time, the King of Mayfly did not evade. His insect wings vibrated again, and once more, thousands of the King of Mayfly’s phantoms appeared behind him.

As the King of Mayfly flicked his tail, the True Illusions charged towards the dark red axe light like moths to a flame.

Bang, bang, bang...

A series of explosions resounded in the air.

Due to the explosion of the True Illusions by the axe light, they resembled a fireworks display. Once the fireworks had dissipated, the axe light of the Death God had vanished.

"Your conceptual death is not enough; you can only erase a part of the concept, but you can’t erase my concept of True Illusions."

The King of Mayfly spoke confidently, leaving the Death God sighing in resignation.

"Twilight Wizard, you cannot win this battle. This insect’s abilities are my nemesis."

His axe light could make everything it touched meet death, constantly consuming the Death Rule in the process.

Typically, the response of a World Master would be to tough it out with the power of Rules. He could also seize this opportunity to erase some of the World Master’s rules.

However, the King of Mayfly was different; he possessed an ability called True Illusions. Each illusion he created was like a weakened version of the King of Mayfly.

Killing these True Illusions consumed a massive amount of Death Rule, yet the damage caused to the King of Mayfly was just a trivial loss of Soul Power.

Regrettably, conceptual death happened to be the Death God’s killing move. Without its effectiveness, the battle would drag on into a war of attrition.

Although the Death God was confident that he would ultimately win, the Twilight Great Wizard’s soul clearly wouldn’t last that long.

The Death God’s words stirred the curse-like prophecy in the mind of the Twilight Great Wizard once again.

"Sullivan, you shall die in a net formed by the sun and a swarm of insects."

Momentarily, the Twilight Great Wizard replied, "Since he can’t be killed, let’s just kill those little ones instead."

The Death God did not respond; he swung his great axe, severing the souls of millions of Mayflies from their soul network. Though he was helpless against the King of Mayfly, these lesser Galaxy Mayflies were still quite manageable for him.

The actions of the Death God soon drove the King of Mayfly into a frenzy.

The Phantom Stab that had appeared before emerged again, but this time, it was largely blocked by a blade of the Death God’s axe. Although the remaining illusions of the King of Mayfly left several horrifying wounds on him, the Death God remained unfazed.

He was like a diligent farmer, reaping the souls of the Galaxy Mayflies with each swing of his axe.

With no other options, the King of Mayfly had to attack the Twilight Great Wizard, forcing the Death God to defend.

Suddenly, terrifying energy fluctuations, carrying bizarre rule powers, erupted continuously in the sky, causing the wizards on the ground to dare not continue observing the battlefield.

The wizards clashed with the Mayfly Army once again.

Finally, amidst the King of Mayfly’s piercing scream, countless arms reached out from the Gate of Netherworld and grabbed the Death God.

His time in the Material World was up.

"It’s finally over," thought the King of Mayfly.

At that moment, only one pair of insect wings and one pair of limbs remained on the King of Mayfly. Even some of his rules had been erased.

Had it not been for the Mayfly Sacrifice Rule and the blessing of billions of Mayflies, he truly wouldn’t have been able to defeat the Death God.

The King of Mayfly looked at the Twilight Great Wizard, sensing that this wizard’s soul was exceedingly weak.

The wizard was nearly falling from the rank of World Master.

"It’s finally over," the Twilight Great Wizard said calmly, looking at the King of Mayfly.

The King of Mayfly did not respond; his body transformed into a stream of light, and the soul network of billions of Mayflies faintly appeared in the air, bursting with brilliance like the sun’s rays from within him.

The greatest respect for an enemy is to give one’s all.

With this strike, the Twilight Great Wizard was undoubtedly doomed.

But suddenly, the entire sky seemed to freeze.

The King of Mayfly’s body was suspended in the air, and a Rule Chain unexpectedly wrapped around him. On this chain, he sensed a familiar essence.

"Galaxy Mayfly, did you think only you possess the rules of civilization?"

The Twilight Great Wizard looked at the Galaxy Mayfly, the Soul Fire in his eyes incredibly serene.

In the final moment of his life, the Twilight Great Wizard utilized the Wizard Rule of Wizard Civilization. And this rule had only one capability—equivalent exchange.

A Balance transformed from rules appeared in the sky, the Twilight Great Wizard on the left, the King of Mayfly on the right.

"Sullivan, you shall die in a net formed by the sun and a swarm of insects."

The prophecy echoed in the mind of the Twilight Great Wizard, his Soul Fire subtly stirring as he pointed at the King of Mayfly and brought his own life into play.

Since death was inevitable, he decided to make it worthwhile.

"I will trade my life for your death."

Having said this, the physical body of the Twilight Great Wizard shattered, his soul dissipated, and all of him transformed into a weight on the scale.

On the other side, everything about the King of Mayfly was also quantified into a weight.

After the conceptual erasure by the Death God, the King of Mayfly, who should have been weightier than the Twilight Great Wizard, had his weights condensed, hardly outweighing the Twilight Great Wizard by much.

The Balance of Rules swayed slightly in the air but never reached equilibrium.

If not balanced, the King of Mayfly would surely survive. The Twilight Great Wizard sacrificed everything, but even mutual destruction seemed out of reach!

But in the next moment, a beam of light shot across the sky and transformed into a weight that landed on the Twilight Great Wizard’s side of the Balance.

The First Battle Zone’s Bronze Spear Great Wizard looked at the Balance, a hint of sorrow on his face.

His bronze spear had, unknown to him, broken a piece off.

With the added weight of the new counterweight, the Balance of Rules gradually evened out.

Equivalent exchange, affirmed!