The chainsaw sword came down, cleaving the head and the entire skeletal body of the necromancer in two.
Two ethereal blue soul flames flew out from the skeletal body, transforming into a small flame figure in an instant.
Among all Wizards, necromancers have the least need for a physical body. The unique soul form of the soul flame allows necromancers to cast spells normally even without a physical body.
Bang! Makar tilted his large shield slightly on his left arm, blocking a black beam, while his right hand flicked slightly, shredding the black Wizard Robe on the chainsaw sword with its serrated edge.
Beneath him, Kava used the flat side of the chainsaw sword to slowly crush the necromancer's skeletal flying dragon.
For undead creatures, sharp weapons like swords are not very effective; blunt weapons like hammers are the best tools for dealing with skeletons.
The necromancer looked at Makar.
"An intelligent-controlled golem? No!"
Recalling Jolod's earlier words, the necromancer's soul flame suddenly intensified, and his undead vision became clearer.
In the vision of undead creatures, the world is only in three colors: black, white, and red, with red representing life.
And he actually saw a glaring red within this golem.
"A Third Circle alien slave!"
The necromancer's mind flashed back to Lecart, who was ridiculed by them thirty years ago. Although Lecart never said anything, the Wizards guessed that Lecart had been tricked by someone using a Third Circle alien slave.
But wasn't the kid who controlled the slave cursed...
Hum—
Makar's figure suddenly appeared before him, the roaring chainsaw sword like a thunderbolt, heavily striking the Magic Barrier.
Looking at the shaky Magic Barrier, although the necromancer felt some panic, he still prepared a counter spell.
In an instant, filthy green flames spewed from the small flame figure's mouth, instantly covering Makar's entire body.
"Three thousand five hundred energy levels of corrupting flame, how many seconds can your armor withstand..."
Crack! The Magic Barrier shattered.
The chainsaw sword, entwined with energy arcs, struck down with unstoppable force towards the small flame figure.
The small flame figure frantically dodged the blade but was hit by an energy arc, its flame dimming slightly.
He looked at Makar in horror, only to see that under the green flames, Makar's armor showed no signs of melting.
A thought flashed through the necromancer's mind.
"This is definitely not an enemy I can handle!"
He had only advanced to the Third Circle a couple of hundred years before Jolod, and among Third Circle Wizards, he was considered weak. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to pick on Jolod, the soft target.
And now, there was a harsh reality before him.
That he had two such enemies to face!
After a moment's thought, the necromancer immediately cast aside his dignity, as survival was now the priority.
His form dispersed, and he vanished into the air.
Makar looked around, only to find that the small flame figure had reached the ground.
The rule they had set before the fight was that one would not be killed once they landed.
If these Third Circle Wizards were to fight to the death, not only would they not want to, but the two Great Wizards watching would not allow it either.
Third Circle Wizards were the backbone, and it would be a waste to lose them in such meaningless battles.
Makar wanted to pursue, but Jolod quickly stopped him.
"Don't chase him, this battle is no longer his concern."
Makar hesitated for a moment, then turned his attention to the Third Circle Alchemist Wizard who was engaged in a struggle with an octopus Synthetic Beast.
The Alchemist Wizard, noticing the necromancer's situation, was now filled with regret.
Originally, he had wanted to gang up on the weaker ones, but now, not only had he failed to do so, but he had also bitten off more than he could chew.
The two Great Wizards were watching this battle, and if he failed now, he would face consequences back at the academy.
Their dean, the Great Wizard Meteor, was known for his pettiness.
Kava approached Makar, and through the communication system, Makar informed Kava of the next target.
"See that Wizard who keeps changing forms? Go after him."
"Understood."
The two Fire Lizards rushed to the Alchemist Wizard's side, and with the Synthetic Beast entangled, the Alchemist Wizard couldn't escape in a short time.
Squelch!
The two chainsaw swords smoothly severed the Alchemist Wizard's body as if cutting through butter. The octopus Synthetic Beast then wrapped around the lower half of the Alchemist Wizard's body and delivered it into its mouth full of sharp teeth.
The Alchemist Wizard, struck by this blow, came to terms with reality. The remaining half of his body "popped" and burst into a blood mist.
Then, a blood light flew out from the blood mist and landed on the ground in the blink of an eye.
He had surrendered.
The two Fire Lizards looked at this scene, paused for a moment, and then went to Jolod's side.
"Old Chairman, who should we kill next?"
Jolod looked around at the Wizards and quickly found one who was on the verge of defeat.
"Follow me closely, attack whoever I attack."
"Yes."
...
Outside the Wizard World, two massive entities floated in the Astral World, silently watching the relayed Academy War.
Looking at the Mirror of the World, where the Black Tower Academy was continuously winning, the towering Great Wizard of the Black Tower laughed wickedly: "Heh heh heh, Meteor, what else do you have to say?"
Across from him, the Great Wizard Meteor muttered, "Black Tower, you're a scoundrel!"
The Great Wizard Meteor's true form was a stone giant, but unlike ordinary stone giants, he had a glowing comet tail behind him.
His massive body was no smaller than that of the Great Wizard of the Black Tower.
Wizards divided the strength of life into nine levels, which were further divided into three major tiers.
Every time a life form crossed a major tier, their power would experience an explosive growth.
This increase in power would turn any fourth-level life form that was not a world guardian into a moving disaster after a period of time.
Therefore, even in secret realms or Wizard Towers, they would try their best to suppress their power.
But the Astral World was different.
In the Astral World, Great Wizards did not need to suppress their power and could freely stretch their bodies.
Here, they would not affect anything.
And there was a counterintuitive fact: among World Masters, except for some naturally large creatures, most World Masters who evolved through physical strength often did not have as large bodies as those who evolved through mental strength.
For World Masters who evolved through mental strength, most of their bodies were composed of energy, with their mental power serving as the skeleton.
This made their bodies exceptionally large, appearing somewhat "fluffy."
The Great Wizard of the Black Tower continued to laugh wickedly.
"Heh heh, you initiated the Academy War, and the mediation rules were in your favor. I just won 'a little bit' in the end."
"A little bit!?"
The Great Wizard Meteor's expression became agitated, and his massive stone body visibly turned red.
"I only had ten thousand years of research time, but you got the ownership of the Dark Star Core!"
The Great Wizard of the Black Tower nodded somewhat shamelessly: "See, you had the advantage. You could research first for ten thousand years, and if I died within that time, it would still be yours."
"Then why don't you go and die!"
"Hahaha, calm down, Meteor, don't be so angry."
In the Mirror of the World, the Third Circle battle was nearing its end.
The Black Tower Academy now had seven Great Wizards left, plus two Fire Lizards, while the Meteor Academy had eight Third Circle Wizards remaining.
"Crispin, shall we continue?"
Susanna's face was full of a carefree smile. Although the flames on her body had dimmed compared to three days ago, her momentum had completely overwhelmed Crispin.
Crispin's black Wizard Robe was tattered, with many places showing signs of burns.
Although his expression remained the same as at the start of the battle, the tight grip on his staff revealed that his inner state was far from calm.
Crispin looked at his Wizards and then at the Black Tower Academy Wizards, especially the two Fire Lizards.
In the past few days of battle, Makar and the others had been particularly eye-catching.
It was rare to see alien slaves who could withstand spells of several thousand energy levels and still explode Wizards.
Makar and Kava's armors were damaged to varying degrees, and their large metal shields had been mostly melted by spells.
Among the Third Circle Wizards, there were many tough individuals, and many Shaping Wizards had spells exceeding six thousand energy levels.
Crispin's expression remained unchanged as he calmly replied, "Why not continue? It's eight against seven; the advantage is on our side.
Moreover, some of your masters are probably about to fall, right?"
Susanna's expression changed slightly.
Crispin's eyes were sharp; among the seven Wizards still fighting at the Black Tower Academy, three were just putting on a show. If a real fight broke out, they would fall immediately.
Crispin didn't miss the subtle change on Susanna's face.
He smiled slightly, clearly having hit the mark.
But soon, he noticed Susanna's expression brighten, and then she provocatively said to him, "Is that so?"
With a wave of her hand, Makar and Kava moved in, replaced by two Fire Lizards with brand new armors flying into the sky.
Crispin's expression changed drastically. He suddenly remembered that when the frontline reported, it mentioned that four Iron Golems had broken through the defenses.
With Heran and Mishaen joining the battle, the scales of the battlefield instantly tipped in favor of the Black Tower Academy.
For the two Fire Lizards who were almost at full strength, with the assistance of several Third Circle Wizards, defeating a few Third Circle Wizards who had been through a big battle and were all injured was not difficult.
Personal Armor gave them too much of an advantage against most Wizards whose main means of damage were Elemental Spells.
Seeing the reversal of the situation, although Crispin was somewhat unwilling, he could only sigh helplessly in the face of facts.
"This battle, we've lost."
Hearing this, Susanna also breathed a sigh of relief.
She turned to Jolod and sent a mental message:
"Thank your student for me; his contributions will be highlighted in the report."
The end of the Third Circle battle marked the conclusion of the farcical Academy War.
Five days after the Third Circle battle, the bet between the two Great Wizards was settled.
Both sides began to withdraw their forces.
And the Wizards of the Meteor Academy captured by the Black Tower Academy were naturally to be released.
When the Meteor Academy learned that the Black Tower Academy was going to release a batch of captured Wizards, they were pleasantly surprised.
To show their appreciation, they specially sent Qi Ke, the deputy dean with real power, to receive them.
As the planner and initiator of the prisoner exchange, these prisoners were naturally handed over to the Meteor Academy by Richard and his Wizard Hunting team personally.
After all, the fruits of Richard's labor couldn't be picked by other Wizards.
...
At dawn, the night sky was moonless, and the stars were brilliant.
Outside the Black Tower Academy, two teams were carrying out the final step of the war.
"The last one," Richard handed the last captured Wizard to Qi Ke, "a total of eight hundred and fifty-eight Wizards, with one hundred and twelve being Second Circle. Please check if the numbers are correct."
Qi Ke took the Wizard, whispered a few words to the last Wizard, and then patted his shoulder, smiling as he handed him over to the necromancer behind him.
Then, Qi Ke turned to Richard and respectfully performed a Wizard's salute.
"I will remember your kindness, Master. You are welcome to visit the Meteor Academy in the future."
Richard returned the Wizard's salute and smiled, "No need to be so formal, Master. It was just a small favor."
Qi Ke led the captured Wizards back to the Meteor Academy, and Richard turned to return to the Black Tower Academy.
A ray of dawn pierced through the darkness. The war was over, and a new day was about to begin.
(End of Chapter)