Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1629 - 563: Key of Time_2

Previously on Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys...
Rein absorbed the fourth Divine Fragment, advancing to the middle stage of Full Moon Wizard, only to confront a bizarre duo: the last emperor of the Goblin Empire, Solson Gren, burdened by immense power and trailed by the ethereal goblin princess Amora Gren, impaled by a golden weapon as if an angelic specter. Their pitch-black gaze ignited alarms in Rein's heart, signaling strength beyond his own, and the battle erupted as Solson unleashed surging black gas tendrils against Rein's reinforced metal tomb containing the Demon Power. Rein countered with rising metal walls and high-frequency cutting discs, but Solson's black claws shattered them effortlessly, forcing Rein to transform into his Seventh Form and unleash a massive fiery breath from five dragon heads, met by a storm of thousands of black drills.

"Boom!!!"

Right away, the area on the negative third floor got overwhelmed by a piercing white glow that no one could stare at straight!

...

One minute earlier.

Negative second floor.

After listening to Rein's orders, Sword Saint Terrio and his companions shared looks, their expressions turning uncertain.

Truth be told, Terrio and Haleem both realized that the foe Rein was facing head-on might actually exceed a Divine Incarnation in might.

Not merely one, but seven that outstripped Divine Incarnations.

Yet their own power barely sufficed to fend off even a single Divine Incarnation, and that took everything they had.

Thus, joining the fray below would likely prove useless for them, however... as allies and part of the joint Empire-Federation exploration squad, letting Rein battle solo down there felt utterly wrong.

"Everyone, we..." Sword Saint Terrio wore a troubled look, seeming on the verge of speaking yet holding back.

Haleem and the other three clearly grasped Terrio's inner conflict, leaving them all momentarily speechless.

"Everyone, get moving and pull back—what's the holdup?" At that moment, Steel Dragon Dorick began withdrawing toward the upper floor, aided by Black Dragon Metheus.

"You planning to hang around and just get in the way?" It glanced back at the four and tossed in that extra jab.

Those words struck like a bolt through the shadows, clearing the haze from Terrio's thoughts.

"Fall back!"

Exactly—if lingering would only hinder things, better to leave and avoid pulling Rein's focus.

Besides, Rein possessed that subspace teleportation trick, so any real peril should let him escape without issue.

Before long, the two dragons along with the four humans made it up to the ground level.

"Huh? Where'd Robert and the rest go?" Haleem scanned the area puzzled, spotting none of the three Fire Element Dawn Wizards they'd stationed there before, including Robert.

"Maybe they headed back to the cave base already?" Ogre also peered around in bewilderment and suggested.

"No, check that spot." Sword Saint Terrio spoke gravely, indicating three blobs of slime right ahead on the ground.

"This... this is..." Otto's features twisted in dread.

"Right, recall how a Divine Incarnation slipped away before—Robert and his group must've crossed paths with it, and then..."

"Yeah, that's definitely them. Robert's blazing sphere remains." Ogre's face darkened too, as he pointed to one of the slime pools.

Within that slime, a faint, somewhat eroded and faded crimson crystal orb peeked out.

At this point, the fate of those three stood obvious!

Confronted by the trio's demise, Terrio and his team sank into a somber mood.

In the end, they all belonged to the same expedition group, yet these three had opted out of descending to aid Rein, just like the others.

From one angle, those who'd braved the depths to rescue fared unharmed, while the ones who'd sought safety by withdrawing sooner suffered calamity—this irony hit hard...

Once more, the four found themselves at a loss for words.

All at once, a fierce tremor rocked the earth, followed by a massive blast echoing from the depths!

"Move now! We'll handle the aftermath later."

...

Negative third floor.

Once the attack landed, Rein showed no sign of easing up; instead, he poured in more skill points while swiftly piecing together the Full Moon Killing Move.

With 'High-frequency Cutting' already as an innate wizardry, Rein skipped boosting it this round and went straight to merging the five witchcrafts.

"First-level metal series witchcraft 'Metal Morphing Spell'."

"Second-level metal series witchcraft 'Cutting Net'."

"Third-level metal series witchcraft 'Sawtooth Ring'."

"Fourth-level metal series witchcraft 'Blade Flying Disc'."

"Fifth-level metal series witchcraft 'High-frequency Cutting'."

...

The system chime rang out right then:

[Ding! Host grasps the initial form of Full Moon Killing Move. Consume 1349 Golden Skill Points to finalize its development?]

Rein didn't pause for a second, eyes locked forward as he selected 'Yes' without delay!

He'd stockpiled all those Golden Skill Points precisely for this upgrade; even though it'd wipe out his reserves, Rein felt no regret whatsoever.

For any other Full Moon Wizard to derive a Full Moon Killing Move from scratch would demand centuries just to begin!

In a flash, a torrent of witchcraft practice recollections flooded Rein's thoughts, like he'd drilled those five witchcrafts over and over in some enigmatic realm across hundreds of years!

Within seconds, countless streams of witchcraft radiance appeared to streak past Rein's gaze, blending his insights on the five witchcrafts into one seamless whole.

[Ding! Development complete! Host masters the Metal Element Full Moon Killing Move 'High-frequency Blade'!]

Abruptly, Rein's instincts screamed danger. From the billowing smoke of the blast, a silhouette shrouded in dark energy erupted forth, hurtling straight at Rein with blinding speed.

Rein squinted, lifted his hand, and in an instant, a shadowy silver metal shard—vibrating at high frequency, shaped not circular but more like a buzzsaw—materialized in his grasp.

"Full Moon Killing Move: High-frequency Blade!"

As Solson Gren, the Goblin Last Emperor with his robust frame wrapped in black energy, barreled toward Rein, a gleam of dark silver flashed across him, halting him dead!

The inky aura, twisting like octopus limbs, got severed clean in half all at once.

Solson split apart sideways at the midsection, and momentum carried each portion forward another thirty meters or so... before crashing down with a heavy 'thump'.

"Hoo~~~"

The moment Rein let out a long breath and loosened up, his eyes suddenly bulged wide.