At the outskirts of Lilith's Cottage headquarters' port city.

A group of First Circle wizards from Blood Curse Court, along with numerous first-class wizard apprentices, lurked beneath the ocean near the port city.

Formal wizard Stanley, in the seawater, fury appearing on his pale face, looked at his empty right half and said, "Those white wizards haven't noticed our approach. It seems our plan is very successful."

Blood Lord spoke indifferently, "I developed a powerful spy in Lilith's Cottage. He spent a full six months testing the specific data of Lilith's Cottage's defense system, the Wizard Garden system, clearly and passed me messages in installments. Combined with us vampires being able to completely stop our own mana and breathing to drift across the ocean like dead objects, naturally we can successfully avoid their detection."

"Besides, I can also have that spy forcibly shut down their barrier from inside."

"And all I paid was giving him some magical resource rewards afterward. Those hypocritical and selfish white wizards are always like this, gathering for profit. Not like us black wizards who exist because of fear."

"Most of Lilith's Cottage's wizards are now on the battlefield. They definitely didn't anticipate we would suddenly strike at their headquarters. This time, we'll repay the arrow of revenge from last time. You all must act according to plan."

A female vampire elder's eyes revealed astonishing desire. "I can hardly resist wanting to suck the blood of those white wizard geniuses. The blood of a wizard in despair is truly incomparably delicious."

Formal wizard Stanley licked his lips. "For me, the blood of successful revenge is the most delicious."

"Don't compete with me. Witch Sophia left the southeastern quadrant, but her students, her friends, are all still here." Stanley's eyes revealed intense hatred and thirst for blood. "I want to personally drain every drop of blood from each of their bodies."

"I really want to personally see the expressions on their faces when they see me standing before them, a senior cursemaster standing before them. That despair is what will truly console me!"

Blood Lord glanced at Stanley, his lips curling. "Very good, Stanley. Hatred and pain are the power source of our curse magic. I'm very pleased I can see such hatred in your eyes. Then losing your right arm last time wasn't in vain."

"Perhaps you might even go further because of it."

Blood Lord looked up at Lilith's Cottage headquarters' port city on the sea surface, saying with extreme fury, "In one day, I want all of Lilith's Cottage's white wizards' wizard seeds and excellent students to have their blood drained by us, and their flesh to become undead soldiers controlled by our curse magic!"

"This time, we'll hurt those white wizards badly."

The first-class wizard apprentices behind these black wizards had various expressions.

Especially Hussein, whose eyes flickered.

His wizard mentor was also here.

...

Inside the central control core of the laboratory sealed for five hundred years in the Forbidden Forest secret realm.

Locke pressed his palm on that virtual device.

Immediately, a series of running spell models appeared in the air above the virtual device. These spell models formed node after node.

After the simulation device scanned Locke's body and obtained his data, it simulated whether the relationship between magical plants and wizards with the distributed psionic network as the core could replace the relationship between heritage wizard arrays and individual wizards.

Two and a half hours later, the simulation results appeared.

Locke's expression changed slightly because the result displayed was success.

A huge and complex closed-loop system appeared before him, slowly rotating in front of him. Using this simulation device to simulate spell models had another benefit, which was improving proficiency and increasing his success rate of inscription.

"It actually really succeeded." Locke's eyes flickered. "Then I can indeed try this magic."

"Wizard Lewis was a First Circle crystallization wizard, only one step away from Second Circle wizard. This was his final work before death, condensing his life's essence and blood."

"Compared to the creator of First Circle magic Life Force Field, even more effort was spent, and its magic level is even higher. Using this set of spell models would also be good for me."

Locke pondered whether his plant magic philosophy could be compatible with this system.

Because there was another problem, First Circle permanent magic field incorporated this wizard's own understanding of magic. If there was a conflict in philosophy, he still couldn't use the Forest Sanctuary magic.

"The core of this Forest Sanctuary magic lies in the forest protecting the wizard, the wizard protecting the forest, forming a bidirectional feedback loop between the natural world and the wizard."

Locke said, "I take a fraction from nature, I return ten times to nature. Taking and returning, cycling endlessly, this is the way of natural balance, which doesn't conflict with my philosophy."

"Even the concept of forming a magical plant forest unique to me is the prototype of my magic development all along. Before my magical plants contacted this magic, they had already formed an ecosystem centered on me. I can use magic to better mobilize the power of this magical plant ecology belonging to me."

"Additionally, as a potion master, I also understand that many potions' natural magical materials are taken from nature. As a breeder, I can even more understand natural ecology's development and degradation, balance and harm."

"The reason I could successfully construct this spell model in the virtual device in just two hours is also because this spell model has an extremely high compatibility with me."

Locke said, "And as an archaeologist, I can extend my understanding of nature from the present moment to all past time periods, deepening my understanding of forest cycles. Therefore, this magic is indeed very suitable for me. I only need to slightly modify a tiny bit of the spell model."

Locke said, "Just right, with this virtual simulation device here, modifying the spell model to better conform to my soul's magic pressure structure becomes a very simple matter."

"I'll attempt to break through to formal wizard right here in this research institute. Anyway, this research institute happens to be wrapped by a strange swamp, making it very safe. The research institute also has the protection of magic locks and automatic defense formations, like copper walls and iron ramparts. There's no safer place than here in the entire Forbidden Forest."

Locke took out various furniture from his astral ring, then sat on the bed he took out and began pondering how to fine-tune the spell model.

At the same time, he held the spell knife purchased at the auction in his hand, already eager to try.

"First drink the Star Soul Spirit Liquid and other magical potions to further enhance my mana. Then concentrate all mana to inscribe First Circle magic on my soul's magic pressure structure."

"This process is a metamorphosis of life. The life essence of a First Circle wizard is already completely different from mortals. Therefore, this metamorphosis faces extremely terrifying difficulties and pressure."