Leviu felt that the world must be insane.
As a Third Circle mad Wizard, Leviu had been recognized as a mad Wizard by the Ministry of Justice since he was at the First Circle.
However, with his exceptional alertness and astonishing luck, Leviu had managed to rise from the First Circle to the Third Circle.
Along the way, he had killed Black Wizards, White Wizards, War Wizards from the Tower of Truth, and even enforcement Wizards from the Ministry of Justice.
These Wizards employed all sorts of bizarre and strange spells that made it difficult to defend against them.
But Leviu had survived successfully, and those Wizards had become the nourishment for his further advancement.
Leviu considered himself a master when it came to battling Wizards.
But today, his confidence was somewhat shaken.
...
Bang! A massive metal square shield blocked the shadows in front of him.
The pitch-black erosion energy arrows were as ineffective as a water gun against the great shield.
Leviu looked at the steel giant standing before him, a hint of disdain flashing through his mind.
Just a guardian golem; he had seen plenty of these and had many ways to counter them.
In the next moment, Leviu's body suddenly melted into a mass of shadows, then transformed into five identical clones.
These five clones had the same appearance, the same size, and even the Magic Power fluctuations emanating from them were completely identical.
This was the simplest and most practical method Leviu had discovered to deal with guardian golems.
After all, Alchemy Golems were not human; they did not possess true thinking abilities.
When multiple targets with the same characteristics appeared simultaneously, their rudimentary thinking module would become confused, triggering a self-check.
Moreover, this method was effective against almost all Alchemy Golems, regardless of how advanced their thinking modules were; confusion was inevitable.
At most, the duration of the self-check would vary.
The five Levius simultaneously revealed cold smiles, and five different spells were unleashed at the same time.
Spatial Anchoring! Human Restraint Spell! Shadow Chains! Soul Shock!
Then—Death Finger! The pitch-black light sliced through space, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of the mouths of all five Levius.
Spatial Anchoring restricted Richard from using the Space Warping Scroll, the Human Restraint Spell could briefly control all humanoid beings, the Shadow Chains completely restricted Richard's dodging, while the Soul Shock disrupted Richard's spellcasting resistance.
Finally, the Death Finger, which had a probability of instant death effect, wrapped things up.
With this sequence of actions, even the elite enforcement Wizards of the Ministry of Justice would find it hard to escape death.
But just as Leviu was about to gather the spoils and flee the scene, he found that Richard, who should have been dead, was looking at him with a half-smile.
"This sequence is quite good, efficient and quick; I've learned something."
And on his shoulder, a green-eyed black crow looked at him mockingly.
The Death Finger, as a forbidden spell of the necromancy school, already possessed certain characteristics of curse spells.
As long as the spell could hit, any creature below level four would have a probability of instant death.
Moreover, the probability would not change based on the target's strength.
To increase the probability of instant death, a large amount of slaughter of the target's race was required.
Although Wizards and mortals were hardly the same species, they were indeed of the same kin.
As a mad Wizard, Leviu had killed countless mortals.
But unfortunately, this spell had no effect on creatures above level three and did not possess a targeting effect.
Ulysses shifted slightly, rendering the Death Finger completely useless.
...
Leviu's heart sank; he realized he had encountered a tough opponent.
He had never seen a Wizard who could withstand his tactics without any issues.
But soon, he would encounter something else he had never seen before.
"Makar, this guy is up to you. Don't worry about how much noise you make; just go ahead and act."
Before Leviu could make another move, Richard and Ulysses vanished from the spot.
Leviu's pupils constricted, and he stood there in shock for a moment.
His spatial anchor had not yet failed; could it be that this Wizard had created a spatial spell that ignored spatial anchoring? Was the world going mad?
But before Leviu could think further, a buzzing Golden Chainsaw Sword came slicing toward him.
Leviu did not dodge; a thick Magic Barrier immediately appeared in front of him.
"An automatic golem? Doesn't seem like it; could it be a cursed golem? No, that technology has already been classified as mad Wizard technology..."
Leviu looked at Makar, his mind racing through various golems he had seen before.
As long as he could identify the technology of this golem, he would have a corresponding plan to deal with it.
But just a few seconds later, while he was deep in thought, Leviu's pupils constricted again, and his body transformed into a mass of shadows once more.
In the next moment, the Chainsaw Sword swung through where he had just been.
Leviu flickered and appeared in a shadow not far away.
"What the hell is this? The anti-magic effect is so strong."
Leviu frowned; the weapon of this guardian golem had an exceptionally strong anti-magic effect, seemingly specially treated for that purpose.
In just three seconds, his Magic Barrier, which could withstand four thousand energy level elemental damage, was shattered.
Makar quietly observed the black-robed Wizard across from him, the roar of the Chainsaw Sword momentarily ceasing.
The Chainsaw Sword was a high-energy-consuming weapon; to save energy, Richard had collaborated with a group of Fire Lizard craftsmen to make some modifications, adding a trigger-like switch.
If the switch was not pressed, the Chainsaw Sword would not operate.
"Wait, you're not a golem."
Through the completely sealed metal helmet, Leviu keenly sensed something unusual.
This golem was too intelligent, its agility too high.
Makar did not respond; he merely adjusted the mode of the Chainsaw Sword and activated the combat mode of the armor.
In the next moment, Leviu suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and immediately transformed into shadows again.
But this time, his shadow trick failed.
...
"With a method like shadow transformation, how could the weapons of the predecessors not have a countermeasure?"
In the shadowy crevice, Richard looked at Leviu, who had lost half his body to Makar's sword, and mocked him.
Although spatial anchors were useful, they were not sufficient for Ulysses, who had mastered the rules.
To restrict Ulysses, one must use a rule-level spatial anchor.
"Wow, I have to say, this thing made by the Fire Lizard craftsmen is quite impressive."
Ulysses remarked, watching Makar chase after Leviu, unable to hold back his praise.
"Your decision to take in this group of Fire Lizards was indeed wise; no, it was an exceptionally smart decision."
Richard smiled with some pride: "The Fire Lizard race doesn't have any inherent intelligence defects; the truth is open to any creature."
Gathering talent from the Fire Lizard was undoubtedly the best decision he had made in the Crimson Sun World.
The armor they had now, if he had designed it alone, might have taken him thousands of years to create.
And a creature like Makar, being level three, would never submit to him and become a conventional slave.
One correct decision had brought him unimaginable wealth.
...
In the material world, Leviu frantically dodged the serrated blade of the Chainsaw Sword.
He looked at Makar in terror.
This steel giant seemed to know what he was about to do, always arriving a step ahead of him at his dodging spots.
And that occasionally buzzing Chainsaw Sword seemed like a weapon specifically developed for Wizards.
No matter if he transformed into shadows, elementalized, or tried to withstand it with a Magic Barrier, all these methods were useless against the Chainsaw Sword.
Across from him, Makar walked leisurely, teasing Leviu like a cat playing with a mouse.
He was currently testing the armor's data as much as possible; if he were serious, Leviu would already be dead.
Before becoming Richard's subordinate, Makar had been a member of the Morik Shield's execution department.
This organization, which had engaged with Black Wizards behind the Fire Lizard Empire, had just as many opportunities to fight Wizards as the front lines of the Fire Lizards.
As an elite of the execution department, countless Wizards had died at Makar's hands, including many Third Circle Wizards.
These Third Circle Black Wizards, who had long been active in Plane Expeditions, had far richer combat experience than Leviu, who was just a rat hiding and dodging.
Compared to these truly ruthless individuals, Leviu's abilities were simply insufficient.
In fact, Leviu, as a mad Wizard, had no advantages other than dealing with other Wizards.
Once a Wizard withstood their three main attacks, any War Wizard from the Tower of Truth could easily kill them.
How could a Wizard, who was chased by enforcement Wizards and had to meticulously count every Magic Stone, possibly have the combat strength of a Wizard who had participated in plane wars for years and had a rich background?
Boom!
As Leviu dodged, he crashed into a building.
Inside the building, an ordinary person without Magic Power was trembling in fear as he watched him.
Leviu's face lit up with joy, and an idea suddenly struck him.
Rumbling...
Makar's blade approached Leviu again, but this time, the blade abruptly stopped in mid-air.
In front of the blade, an ordinary person looked pale as he stared at Makar.
"Using one's own kin as a shield, what a despicable Wizard."
Leviu grabbed the ordinary person and laughed maniacally at Makar.
"Hahaha, I knew you couldn't harm ordinary people. You definitely can't harm ordinary people!"
As he spoke, a dozen erosion energy arrows suddenly appeared around Leviu, each aimed at Makar's joints.
As a mad Wizard, he was well aware that no matter what this thing was, as long as it was humanoid, its joints would definitely be a weak point.
As long as he could destroy the joints, then he could...
Bang! Suddenly, everything in front of Leviu turned blood red.
A steel fist smashed through the hostage, shattering his skull.
Although his theory was correct, in the face of four thousand energy level elemental defenses, the three thousand energy level erosion energy arrows would at most leave a bit of rust on the armor.
Makar caught the now-pants-wetting hostage with one hand, and with his other hand, he pulled out a ten-centimeter metal nail from his waist pocket.
He swung it forcefully, and a dozen steel nails shot into Leviu's body like bullets—at this moment, Leviu was already dazed and completely unable to react to defend against the nails.
These were anti-magic nails; once embedded in the body, they would completely block the Wizard's energy flow.
Then Richard appeared beside Leviu and casually cast a Sealing Art, rendering him completely harmless.
Richard took out a Crystal Ball, tapped on it a few times, and said cheerfully:
"All done, though it was a bit noisy; the other guys probably won't dare to act now. You come over and deal with this guy."
After saying that, Richard began to check the condition of the armor.
"Not bad, not bad; as expected of the elite of Morik Shield, once equipped, killing a Third Circle Wizard is like killing a chicken."
Hearing Richard's praise, Makar felt an indescribable strangeness in his heart.
He had actually been complimented by a Wizard for efficiently killing Wizards.
This scene would have been unimaginable even for a madman decades ago.
Before long, several spherical flying machines arrived beside Richard, with Aimon being the first to step out.
He looked around at the environment and joked, "Master, you sure made quite a commotion."
The battle between Makar and Leviu had destroyed nearly half a street, even exceeding the range Aimon had designated.
Otherwise, Leviu wouldn't have been able to grab a hostage.
Before fishing, Aimon had evacuated all the nearby residents.
Richard patted Makar on the back, a bit smug as he said:
"Mainly just testing the product."
As he spoke, Richard pointed to Leviu not far away and calmly said, "The person is over there; see how you handle it."
Aimon gestured, and several black-robed Wizards approached Leviu, preparing to wrap things up.
But before they could act, a streak of light shot across the sky and heavily landed beside Leviu.
Richard squinted; this streak of light was a Wizard, and not an ordinary one.
Arriving here at this time, could it be...
The suddenly appearing Wizard adjusted his Wizard Robe, then took out a scroll from his waist pocket.
As the scroll unfolded, all the Wizards present slightly bowed their heads.
He loudly declared, "I am Enforcement Wizard Kaelord; who sealed the 'Butcher Derek'?"
(End of Chapter)