Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 843 - 21: I Arrived at Just the Right Time

The sudden arrival of over a dozen Domain Powerhouses from the Blue Realm Wizard Domain caused a groundbreaking shift in the power balance in the sky. The members of the Freemasonry Church, who were initially aggressive and confident of victory, suddenly wore expressions so dark that they seemed about to drip water.

For the first time, the lazy and playful look disappeared from the crimson eyes of the Dark Princess Margaret, replaced by a cold anger and a hint of provoked killing intent. She ignored Messiah, who was stalemating with her Domain, and her gaze, sharp as a knife, was directed at the group of newly arrived Blue Domain Wizards, her voice carrying a chilling iciness:

"Blue Realm Wizard Domain? Hmph, instead of lurking in your own nest, you dare to e and muddy the waters here? Are you tired of living and seeking death?"

Her questioning was filled with the formidable mental pressure of a Domain Peak Power, like an invisible heavy hammer striking the people of the Blue Realm.

However, would the Blue Realm show weakness? An elderly man with a dignified demeanor, dressed in a Star Robe, stepped forward among the group. He was Erwin, one of the leaders of this Blue Realm reinforcement. Calmly meeting Margaret’s gaze, his voice was steady and powerful:

"Dark Princess, your Freemasonry Church goes against the natural order, using the lives of billions as sacrifices—deeds that have incurred the wrath of both gods and men, rejected by the heavens and the earth. As one of the makers of the Supreme Rules, the Blue Realm Wizard Domain’s duty is maintaining Plane order and eradicating wickedness. But you, aiding tyrants, aren’t you afraid of ultimately courting disaster and eternal calamity?"

"Maintaining order? Eradicating wickedness?" Margaret seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke, letting out a silver bell-like yet mocking cold laugh. "Such grandiose words! The strong prey on the weak, that’s the supreme principle of the universe! Lord Erodion seeking higher realms, using mortals as resources, is their honor! You hypocrites are just envious!"

Vanilla, unable to hold back any longer, swung her giant sword horizontally, aflame with Fighting Spirit skyward: "Why waste words with these lunatics! Just fight! Watch me shatter both their perverse arguments and their protective shells!"

Space also chuckled while flexing his wrists, the power of the Void rippling around him: "Exactly, exactly, little miss in the black dress. With such a big mouth, let me see if your Dark Domain can withstand my Void Devouring?"

Margaret’s gaze turned thoroughly frigid, her Dark Domain violently surging, emitting a suffocating aura of Destruction: "Good! Very good! Then let this princess see what kind of characters fill this so-called Domain housing Fifth Rank beings!"

With her words, six bishop-level powerhouses from the Freemasonry Church also took a step forward! Painful Thorns, Disciplinary Cage, Holy Song Ocean...

Six fervently faithful Domain Force Fields erupted fully without reservation, seemingly merging with Margaret’s Dark Domain, forming a massive, terrifying torrent of power, crushing towards the coalition of Blue and Jade Land!

Domain Powerhouses from the Blue and Jade Land naturally refused to show weakness, with Arcane brilliance, biting cold, scorching Sword Intent, holy radiance, twisted Space... all these powerful Domains simultaneously unfurled, striking head-on!

The energies of dozens of Domain-level Powerhouses clashed and pressed in the sky, the resulting energy turbulence causing the entire Space to wail, while the ordinary soldiers below were so cowed by the pressure that they could scarcely breathe, with the battle ing to a temporary halt.

A Domain melee that could go down in history and decide the fate of the entire Plane was about to erupt!

At this critical juncture—

"Buzz..."

A singular sensation, unlike any energy fluctuation before, appeared suddenly and inexplicably.

No earthshaking momentum, no dazzling lights, just a layer of an invisible veil gently covering the world. But under this "veil," all Domain-level Powerhouses, either erupting or preparing to, especially the Freemasonry’s powerhouses, had their expressions drastically change!

"What is happening?! My Domain...is dissipating?!"

The Suffering Bishop, full of terror, found that his Thorn Domain, formed from endless painful faith of believers, was melting and collapsing visibly like snow under sunlight, no matter how much Power of Faith he exerted!

"No! The Father God’s power...is leaving me?!" The Holy Song Bishop felt the Prayer Power, which was originally closely linked to his soul, swiftly declining and breaking off, with his Holy Song Domain’s radiance rapidly dimming.

The Disciplinary Bishop’s Law Cage Domain was fracturing inch by inch;

Other bishops’ Domains were the same!

Not only them, but even the strongest, Margaret, was horrified to find her Dark Domain, drawn from her essence, being forcibly "negated" by some more fundamental, supreme power, being obscure and sluggish, its range shrinking dramatically and losing nine-tenths of its power!

She attempted to struggle, but it felt like resisting the will of the entire world, pathetically insignificant!

This bizarre phenomenon targeted not only the Freemasonry Church...

But also the Mystical Wizards and even Lower Tier Mages of Jade and Blue Land, who were horrified to find their ability to mobilize Magic Power being extremely difficult, the previously effortless Magic Power now heavy as a mountain, and constructing Magic Models almost impossible!

In that instant, they seemed stripped of casting power, turned into...ordinary people?!

"What...What’s going on? My Magic Power!"

"The Spells failed?! How’s that possible!"

Panic spread like a plague across both factions, with even the exalted Domain Powerhouses and ordinary soldiers on the ground intimidated by this inprehensible phenomenon.

Margaret’s delicate body shook violently, her exquisitely pale face showing undisguisable, bone-deep horror for the first time. She seemed to have thought of some terrifying possibility known only in ancient forbidden records; her crimson eyes widened, and she screamed sharply, the sound almost piercing through everyone’s eardrums:

"Rules! It’s the Rule Power! Someone...someone altered the underlying rules of this area! Forbade Domains and Extraordinary Powers?! How is this possible?!"

Rules!

These two words exploded like a lightning bolt in the minds of all those still capable of thought!

Altering rules? What kind of unbelievable miracle is this?! It’s authority belonging to the truly supreme existence of legend, above all power systems!

In the battlefield plunged into silence and chaos due to the rule modification, only the Light Goddess Messiah seemed relatively untouched.

Though her Light Domain was somewhat retracted, it remained stably present. She seemed to sense something, her pure eyes flickered slightly, casting her gaze past the chaotic crowd towards an apparently empty void on the battlefield side.

At the moment her gaze settled—

"Crack!"

The Space there quietly split open like fragile glass, revealing a smooth fissure. There was no violent energy outburst, no imposing aura, only a return-to-basics tranquility.

Immediately, under countless gazes mixed with fear, confusion, and inquiry, a figure in an unpretentious black Wizard Robe stepped out leisurely from that Space crack.

He appeared very young, with ordinary features, black hair, and black eyes, bearing no formidable energy fluctuations, seemingly as mundane as a person who has never encountered Magic.

Yet at this moment, in this battlefield with forcefully altered rules where all Extraordinary Powers were forbidden, his appearance alone signified the utmost extraordinariness!

He floated quietly in the air, his gaze calmly sweeping across the battlefield below, as if it were pressed with a pause button, then scanning the astonished faces of the Freemasonry Church powerhouses, and ultimately, landing on Margaret, whose face was ashen and whose back was against the wall.

Lynch, here descended.

His voice was not loud, yet it penetrated to the depths of every soul, carrying an undeniable calm and authority:

"It seems, I arrived just in time."