Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 804 - 20: Familiar

Reo’s face was still flushed with the redness of rage, his veins pulsing beneath the knotty muscles, as he looked at the two people who suddenly appeared, a hint of bewildernt and confusion flashing in his eyes as big as copper bells, he asked in a rough voice:

"Why are you here?"

On the left, the tallic face of Alchemy Puppet Codinos, where the fixed corners of his mouth seed to raise a slight arc again, made a sound with a teasing friction:

"In accordance with that guy’s will, here to support you." His tallic finger casually pointed in Lynch’s direction.

"Support?" Reo seed to hear so absurd joke, his voice abruptly rising with anger of being belittled, "What kind of joke is this! Just a re..."

His thick finger almost poked Lynch’s nose, his tone filled with disdain and irritability: "A re insignificant character needing to be cleaned up requires your support?! I can crush him by myself!"

Codinos’ sapphire-like chanical eyes turned to Reo, the light flickered slightly, his tone carrying a barely noticeable mockery: "Reo, I suggest you first understand the true identity of this ’insignificant character’ you are dealing with before making such big talk."

"Identity?" Reo was stunned, his violent aura paused for a mont, his brow furrowing tight, clearly unable to imdiately understand the aning in Codinos’ words.

Codinos didn’t answer him directly, instead refocused his gaze on Lynch who remained calmly hovering, his upper and lower jaws making a slight ’clack’ sound, as if reassessing a precious alchemy creation. He said in an intonation full of wonder:

"Truly astonishing... In less than two hundred years, a once unnoticed apprentice in the Tower, not only advanced to the Domain Level, but also beca a Witch Master ruling over the entire Jade Land..."

His tallic finger gently tapped his own arm: "It seems, the secrets hidden on you are far more than what we knew or guessed back in the day!"

"What?!"

Codinos’ words were like a thunderclap exploding in Reo’s ears. His eyes widened suddenly, the anger and arrogance on his face instantly replaced by enormous shock, looking at Lynch in disbelief, his voice altered due to extre surprise:

"He... he is the Lord of Erald?! That... Saphiro?! How is this possible?!"

He couldn’t relate the "genius apprentice" who fled embarrassed in the Punishnt Square in his mory to the "Lord of Erald" who rose to fa in the Wizard World in recent years, even forming an alliance with the Starlight Council! The gap between them, in his eyes, was like heaven and earth.

Codinos nodded: "That’s right. Although indeed surprising enough, I just got confird by that guy... But very unfortunately, or rather ’interestingly’, this is indeed the truth."

The expression on Reo’s face, filled with arrogance and anger, suddenly froze, as if a basin of icy water was poured over his head, his murky eyes instantaneously beca much clearer.

That na, which rose like a cot, of course he had heard of it. What sank his heart further was those near-absurd rumors among the senior wizards—this person mastered the Triple Domain! What incredible power that was!

Although Lynch at this mont was no different from before, his aura still as quiet as the abyss, not even responding to their conversation in the slightest, Reo couldn’t help but instinctively took a slight step back.

That tense stance of muscular knots, and the heavy vigilance rising abruptly in his eyes, sharply contrasted with his previous arrogant deanor.

However, Lynch, who was at the focus of attention, was completely indifferent to Reo’s obvious change of attitude. His gaze didn’t even linger overly long on the two newly appeared Judges whom he once looked up to.

Despite clearly feeling from these two forr Judges the sa source of domain force field as Reo, each with their own distinct characteristics—evidently, the two also used a similar thod to Reo, successfully stepping into the Domain Level.

Three Domain Powerhouses, forming a triangular siege, the invisible force fields interweaving and pressing, enough to shake the mind of ordinary Domain Wizards. But Lynch’s face remained utterly calm, from beginning to end, he didn’t even cast an examining glance in their direction.

As if these three powerful Domain Masters were fundantally no different from the surrounding rugged rocks and withered yellow grass.

Only at the mont when Codinos and Saro first appeared, his gaze briefly swept over, finally, with a barely perceptible sense of inquiry, settled on the shadowy figure, hidden under a wide cloak and a rciless mask, that bore the Abyss Scholar Saro.

This figure’s actual age was unidentifiable, all features thoroughly concealed, as if an empty vessel. Yet for so reason, Lynch vaguely caught an extrely faint, yet persistent sense of... familiarity from him.

Hmm?

His casual gaze stopping suddenly, Lynch seed to notice so unusual detail. His vision pierced through the light-absorbing darkness, landing precisely on the sowhat tattered black cloak of the man opposite.

More precisely, it landed on the left chest of the cloak, on a symbol almost blending into the darkness, yet still captured by Lynch—a design of a Raven circling a Cross Sword.

The lines of the insignia were sowhat blurred, the edges even slightly worn, clearly having gone through a long history. But this familiar composition, this distinctly symbolic design...

Lynch’s pupils imperceptibly narrowed slightly.

This was the forr insignia of the Shadow Tower Enforcent Team!

A mark almost forgotten with the power shifts and factional cleanses within the Tower, now appearing on this mysterious person embodying the Abyss Scholar, exuding a domain force field.

Could it be that...

In a flash, a long-buried na, nearly hidden by the sands of ti, with a certain cold premonition, suddenly flashed through Lynch’s mind.

Without the slightest hesitation, almost driven by instinct, Lynch seed to casually raise his right hand toward the man’s direction, his five fingers slightly bent, gently grasping from a distance of dozens of ters.

This grasp, seemingly casual, like brushing away dust in front of him.

Yet, in the next mont, centered on that cloaked man, the surrounding space issued a distressful moan under unbearable pressure! The invisible Space Power, like billions of transparent threads, instantly contracted and compressed, intending to forcibly tear away and expose the cloak, the mask, along with everything hidden beneath!