Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience
Chapter 180 - 019: Order Code Article 6

Chapter 180: 019: Order Code Article 6

Under the veil of night, raging flames swept across the entire town, billowing smoke blotted out the sky, turning it into a dull gray expanse.

"Help... Help! Help!"

"Hahaha, kill all the men, take the women! Leave no one behind!"

In the town, panic-stricken people scrambled to escape. Among them, a band of bandits was rampaging, killing, and looting without restraint.

Cries and laughter echoed endlessly.

The town had completely devolved into a fiery hell.

Lynch frowned.

Why is it that no matter where I go, there’s never any peace? Even trying to find a place to rest is impossible.

"Oh? There’s someone here? And a little chick too!"

At that moment, a few bandits spotted Lynch and his companions walking by. With sinister grins, they swung their swords and rushed toward them.

Lynch was exasperated.

If that’s how it is, then they can just die.

He raised his right hand and made a slicing motion forward.

"Swish!"

The sharp sound of slicing wind exploded, as over a dozen Wind Blades shot out from his fingertips, sweeping toward the advancing bandits like a storm. A series of "puh puh puh!" sounds followed as the bandits were sliced into pieces before they could even react.

Meanwhile, Frey was taken aback: Wind Element? But isn’t he a Necromancer?

"Babur, what the hell are you doing lying on the ground?"

In the dimness of night, the remaining bandits still hadn’t registered what had happened. Seeing their comrades collapsed on the ground, they instinctively cursed and rushed forward.

Only when they got closer did they see their comrades cut into segments, and their pupils shrank instantly.

One bandit looked up abruptly, just in time to see a flicker of firelight erupt from Lynch’s fingertips, quickly morphing into a massive Fireball.

Frey was even more stunned: He’s using Fire Element too? Could he be mastering three elements?

The bandit shrieked in terror: "A wizard! He’s a wizard!"

As soon as the words were out, the Fireball collided with him and exploded. Half of his body dissolved in an instant.

The remaining bandits were struck with fear.

Yet, perhaps due to their bloodlust, or underestimating Lynch due to his youthful appearance, the bandits cast aside their fear shortly after and charged at him with savage expressions.

"Don’t be scared! He’s alone—kill him!"

"Kill him, and we can become wizards too!"

The number of bandits ravaging the town was over a hundred, most of whom weren’t lacking in combat prowess, including a good number of low- and mid-level knights. As they coordinated their charge, the scene took on an air of imposing might.

Facing the charge of over a hundred men, Lynch didn’t evade but instead strode forward a single step.

It seemed like nothing more than a casual step, yet the ground beneath the advancing bandits instantly turned into a mire, pulling them all in.

Frey’s eyes widened: "Impossible!"

Necromancy, Wind, Fire—and now he can even cast Earth Sinking Spell? What is this? A monster?

Before she could shake off her astonishment, the next scene virtually short-circuited her mind.

After trapping the enemies, Lynch pulled out a Short Magic Wand and pointed it skyward, twisting it slowly.

"Whoosh—whoosh!"

The small wand seemed to wield the power to stir the heavens, and instantly, the sound of fierce winds roared, the skies darkened, and a tempest enveloped the land.

Massive quantities of Wind Element gathered from all directions, coalescing into several tornadoes over ten meters tall. The tornadoes rampaged across the town before absorbing surrounding flames, converging into Fire Dragon Tornadoes that launched at the bandits ahead.

Simultaneously, rolling black clouds swiftly accumulated overhead. Amidst the crackling noise, flashes of lightning struck down furiously.

Then, Lynch grasped into the air with his left hand. The softened ground solidified once more and shrank inward rapidly.

[Tornado], [Flame Control], [Thunder Strike], [Earth Binding]

Wind, fire, lightning, and earth.

Multiple elements wreaked havoc across the battlefield, their dazzling brilliance continually flashing.

Frey’s jaw dropped, and she stood frozen on the spot.

In her understanding of magic, a wizard capable of mastering one or two elements was already extraordinary. Yet here was an apprentice freely casting spells from so many different elements and types.

For every spell, a great accumulation of knowledge was required. To wield so many spells... what kind of absurd level of knowledge was this person operating under?!

"Whoosh—whoosh!"

"Crackle—crackle!"

"Boom!"

In the face of supernatural power, ordinary humans appeared as insignificant as ants. The bandits fell like wheat being harvested, collapsing in waves.

Even the knights possessing Knight-level strength could only barely hold their own before ultimately succumbing to Lynch’s relentless barrage of spells. They soon dissolved within the chaos Lynch conjured.

In mere moments, the bandits terrorizing the town were slaughtered by Lynch completely.

"Snap!"

With a snap of his fingers, Lynch summoned Barton as usual to feast on the corpses. For a Necromancer, bodies were never in excess.

"Don’t... don’t come any closer!"

"If you move closer, I’ll kill her!"

The final surviving bandit, utterly terrified, grabbed a young girl and retreated frantically.

His escape route happened to head toward Grant’s position. With a flicker of disgust on his face, Grant raised his hand and fired a Dissolving Beam, obliterating the bandit’s head.

Thus, the slaughter in the town came to a close.

But the pain it wrought upon the people wouldn’t dissipate so easily.

Corpses were strewn everywhere, towering flames burned brightly, staining the heavens red.

Under the blaze, most of the survivors simply held their loved ones tightly, staring blankly at their homes reduced to ashes while silently weeping. Their faces betrayed no joy or sorrow, their expressions hollow, as though entirely drained of any feelings of relief from surviving the disaster.

Perhaps that was the case.

After all, for them, such scenes were all too familiar. Surviving this time—what of the next?

On this lawless land, every day of survival was a torment in hell.

At that moment, an elder raised his gaze toward the sky and pleaded:

"Save us, Grant!"

"We..."

"We truly have nowhere else to turn..."

Lynch curiously glanced toward Grant, yet the man’s face revealed no emotion whatsoever, as if the situation before him had nothing to do with him.

Unable to hold back, Lynch asked, "Don’t you have anything to say?"

"After all, aren’t you the hero of this place?"

From the beginning, Lynch found it strange. From everything he had read in documents and heard from minstrels, Grant had always been portrayed as the epitome of heroism.

Sweeping the wastelands, reclaiming the wilderness, restoring order—single-handedly creating the vast Ramos Duchy. Calling him the deity of this land was no exaggeration.

Countless writings and tales had described his deep love for this territory, painting his accomplishments as the most brilliant Chapter of his life, his proudest achievements, and his ultimate masterpiece—a testament to his life’s passion.

And yet now, as he watched the destruction of his life’s work unfold before his eyes, did he truly feel nothing?

"Hero? Haha!"

A cold laugh, filled with mockery, suddenly rang out: "Him? Worthy of that title?"

Frey remarked indifferently, "Why don’t you ask him why the sixth rule of the Order Code doesn’t apply here? Why we were able to take over this human kingdom with such ease?"

Frey’s words served as a reminder to Lynch.

The Order Code was jointly crafted by the White Witch Council and the Black Tower Alliance to maintain order across these lands.

Its sixth rule stipulated that any human kingdom, located beyond the borders and protected by a Great Knight, would receive the same treatment as wizards. Both factions could not attack it without reasoning, and any violation would warrant the other faction’s intervention without condition.

With this rule in place, as long as a Great Knight wasn’t foolish, they would seek assistance from White Wizards if attacked by Black Wizards. To avoid escalating into a conflict between White and Black Wizards, neither side would deliberately target such territories. In theory, Ramos Duchy, under Grant’s protection as a Great Knight, should’ve been entirely safe.

Lynch had initially assumed Grant had died of old age and that Ramos Duchy hadn’t cultivated a successor, thus failing to trigger the sixth rule and allowing Shadow Swamp to invade. But now, Grant was alive and well...

Grant said faintly, "There’s nothing to say. They’d have died eventually, whether now or decades later. It doesn’t matter."

His cold demeanor was utterly detached, bearing no semblance to the heroic image depicted in legends.

...

The next few days were relatively peaceful. They didn’t encounter anything odd, and Lynch spent his time traveling and cultivating.

A few days later, Lynch and his party successfully arrived at Hawk Castle.

Just as they reached the castle, they were met with a rather ’special’ form of greeting...