Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree-Chapter 582: Dark Form

The Duke had not forgotten that this place was the Nightmare Plane, and he absolutely could not underestimate anything he encountered here.

Even an inconspicuous stone on the ground, if touched carelessly, could instantly lead to your death.

If it weren’t for the fact that this was a temporary projection space, the Duke would never have set foot here so lightly.

The coordinates earring in his hand had the coordinates of the Nightmare Plane, but ever since he had been once, he had never used it again.

The Duke was very aware of how dangerous this plane was, and he didn’t want to risk venturing until he had enough strength.

He did not know what this suddenly appearing demon was about, had no information, and had little time to think.

The attack methods of this eye monster were too bizarre, extremely sensitive to energy and spiritual power. With its true self here, if his spiritual power was massively devoured, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In a flash of heart thought, he hesitated no more.

Faced with such an eerie presence from the Nightmare, only by giving it his all could he cope; under no circumstances could he hold back. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

An ancient, noble aura, as if from the distant abyss, suddenly awoke and erupted from within him.

Deep within the crystal core of his mental sea, the dark red rune obtained from the dark elven bloodline ignited instantly, a torrential flood of power surging through his entire body.

His originally well-fitting wizard robe instantly burst apart, the fragments fluttering like butterflies, his body rapidly transforming and expanding visibly.

His eyes transformed into pure black vertical pupils like top-grade obsidian, the edges flowing with a dark gold authoritative halo, coldly watching the monster before him.

On the surface of his skin emerged faint, mysterious dark red runes formed by the interweaving of shadow and lava, flickering with terrifying power fluctuations.

His black hair danced wildly without wind, the tips slicing through the air, causing slight ripples in space.

The Duke’s stature rose to over three meters, his muscles bulging, exuding a sense of destructive power.

His nails transformed into deep dark gold, the edges sharp like divine weapons.

Behind him, with a swish, a pair of broad wings as if forged from pure dark gold metal unfolded abruptly, with a wingspan nearly five meters, the edges glinting with a cold light that could slice through space.

At the same time, the solidified power of shadow automatically gathered, compressed, and shaped itself, covering his towering figure in a full suit of dark gold armor steeped in strength and dark aesthetics, presenting him like a god stepped out of mythology.

The Duke directly entered the Dark Form, with a certain degree of enhancement in spiritual power and physical attributes.

In this state, he could fully unleash his strength.

This was his first time using this form in combat; during the months of fighting the Void Insect Race, he had never used the Dark Form once.

After all, that was battling alongside a legion, with others watching.

This means had to remain as a trump card for oneself, known by as few as possible.

The monster laden with eyes seemed intimidated by this sudden, complete overwhelming life level and terrifying aura, the rotation of countless eyes froze for a moment, and the spiritual wailing it emitted abruptly altered tone, tinged with a fear stemming from instinct.

The aura of the dark elven bloodline was extremely noble, allowing this eye monster to distinctly feel the nobility of the other’s bloodline.

The Duke’s pure black vertical pupils bore no emotion, only a cold killing intent, as he slightly twitched the enormous dark gold wings behind him.

The dust and rubble where he previously stood exploded violently in a ring, as his three-meter-high true form of the Dark Race had already transformed into a streak of dark gold lightning tearing through the gray, dead space, charging straight at the eye monster with the most primal, most violent force of destruction.

The air was forcibly displaced, emitting a low sonic boom.

In his Dark Form, the Duke transformed into dark gold lightning rushing towards the eye monster.

Innumerable pupils of the monster reflected the rapidly approaching terrifying figure, instinctively feeling a mortal threat.

It emitted an even sharper, more chaotic spiritual wail, its translucent gelatinous membrane violently undulating, while countless eyes simultaneously launched a pallid spiritual shockwave, like innumerable invisible spikes, attempting to hinder the Duke’s charge and more frantically siphoning his spiritual power.

However, the Dark Form not only brought extreme physical enhancement but also pushed his spiritual resistance to an unimaginable height.

The spiritual shockwave, enough to instantly break a Level 1 Mage, struck against the shadowy aura enveloping the Duke and the dark red runes, like waves against a reef, stirring ripples yet unable to shake its foundation.

The force of spiritual siphoning was significantly weakened, akin to a tiny stream attempting to drain an ocean.

The Duke’s fist, clad in dark gold armor, brimming with immense power capable of crushing mountains and splitting rocks, struck the gelatinous body of the monster first.

The sensation was not of hitting a solid object, but plunging into a mass of sticky, cold gelatin.

The monster emitted a painful, warped wail, the struck area caving in deeply, several eyeballs within bursting instantly, splattering foul, spiritual pollution-laden fluid.

However, the monster’s resilience was beyond imagination, the indented area quickly filled by surrounding gel, more eyes rotating, malevolently fixing on the Duke, its spiritual attacks becoming more focused and sharp, attempting to drill into the seams of his armor and directly assault his soul.

"Pure physical attacks aren’t effective; this thing’s nature is more akin to a spiritual aggregate..." the Duke concluded instantly.

He merely intended to test various aspects of his strength in this form; after entering the Dark Form, he barely felt any threat.

With a thought, the Duke’s massive dark gold wings behind him flapped violently, stirring a furious airflow that coiled the surrounding dust into a vortex, using this force to retreat several meters and temporarily distance himself from the monster.

The Duke’s pure black vertical pupils flashed with a light utterly distinct from the darkness of the Dark Form, warm and pure.

His enormous dark gold hand grasped at the void, and suddenly, an aura emerged, at odds with the surrounding deathly gray, warm and pure.

In his palm, light gathered, and a magnificent and awe-inspiring weapon took form, manifesting into reality — the Blazing Sun Judgment.

The sword was composed of an almost translucent pale energy body, within which adhered a viscous liquid light, flowing and pulsing gently, emanating a soft yet undeniable pure halo.

The three-foot-long blade was slightly broader than a typical knight’s sword, with flowing, elegant lines carrying a divine majesty.

At the hilt, two slightly upward-curving energy-body light-forged wings sharply contrasted with the fierce dark gold wings behind the Duke.

One hand darkness, one hand light.

The Duke, in his Dark Form, wielding the holy Sword of Light Judgment, exhibited a unique aura.