Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: 018: Crisis

Standing on the deck, Lynch gazed at the sea below, his expression grim.

The once calm surface of the sea was now littered with the drifting carcasses of marine creatures, ranging from ordinary fish, shrimp, and crabs to sharks, squids, dolphins, and even fully grown whales.

Most of these corpses were severely mutilated, as if chunks had been devoured by some enormous creature. The remaining flesh and blood mixed together, blanketing the sea and dyeing the water a bright crimson, the pungent stench of blood hanging heavy in the air.

Lynch raised his right hand and made a grasping motion toward the sea below. A dead dolphin corpse was lifted out of the water, seemingly held by an invisible hand, and flew up toward the deck.

Zero-ring low-level spell Wizard’s Hand—a fascinating magic that combines gravity and spiritual fields, enabling the remote manipulation and retrieval of objects. Lynch had cultivated this spell to the max phase, granting him a casting range of around thirty meters and a maximum retrieval weight of up to 300 kilograms.

A heavy thud sounded as the dolphin’s massive body landed on the deck, prompting startled cries from the sailors who were witnessing magic for the first time.

Kneeling down, Lynch inspected the dolphin’s wounds. What he saw took him aback.

"Ausen Giant Python?"

Just one glance and Lynch immediately identified the culprit responsible for the dolphin’s death. This only deepened his puzzlement. The Ausen Giant Python—an inland titan—should be impossible to encounter near this isolated oceanic island; the environment couldn’t possibly sustain its existence.

"Sir, what should we..." The sailors hesitantly approached, their faces pale with terror, nervously scanning their surroundings as if anticipating some monstrous entity to emerge from the depths at any moment.

After a moment’s thought, Lynch issued a decisive order: "Bring the sailboat ashore."

The Ausen Giant Python was amphibious. While its reasons for appearing here were unclear, avoiding it was paramount. Facing it on solid ground would surely be preferable to this precarious situation on the open sea.

Perhaps it was headed toward the island. Regardless, dealing with it on land would provide better odds than out here in the waters. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

"Understood!"

The sailors hurriedly retracted the anchor and extended the oars. After several calls and grunts of effort, the sailboat successfully landed in the shallow waters, and soon the smaller boats were lowered to paddle ashore.

Arriving at the riverbank, Lynch raised his right hand and made a grasping motion in mid-air. A rushing sound filled the air as tiny elemental particles rapidly converged into a cloud of grayish-black fog, enveloping the group and seamlessly blending them into the dark night.

Dark Shadow Mist—a zero-ring low-level spell combining dark, water, and wind elements, creating a cloud imbued with dark attribute traits, offering a degree of concealment.

Lynch addressed the sailors, "Stay in this mist and don’t wander. I’m heading out."

The Ausen Giant Python was a creature comparable to a high-level apprentice-level demon. If it truly came to this island, it would pose a significant threat to Avery and her operations. Delivering this warning quickly was critical.

"I wonder how their operation is going? If all goes well, it should be over by now."

Earlier, the island echoed with shouts and the sounds of fighting, but those noises had ceased some time back. Logically, the battle should have concluded.

With these thoughts in mind, Lynch left the mist and ventured toward the island interior.

After walking some distance, he soon encountered signs of devastation—collapsed houses, bodies sprawled in disarray, and marks of magical bombardment. Clearly, this was the battleground from earlier.

"Damn it! Blood Origin Cult, what are you playing at? We’re all comrades of the Black Tower Alliance, are you really trying to take advantage of the chaos?"

Someone was here?

Lynch’s keen hearing suddenly picked up a voice from afar.

Silently, he cast Light Body Skill on himself, his figure flickering as he darted toward the source of the sound.

A few leaps later, Lynch reached a forest area near the riverbank. In a clearing at the center, seven or eight figures cloaked in black were gathered.

They were distinctly divided into two factions. One side consisted of a low-level apprentice accompanied by two humans, their cloaks bearing a skeletal insignia—the same symbol Lynch had seen earlier on Richard’s cloak. Evidently, these were Shadow Swamp Apprentices.

The opposing group had twice the number, including two low-level apprentices. Although they also wore black cloaks, these had no special emblem. Instead, each bore a crimson hexagram mark on their foreheads.

’Blood Origin Cult?’

Lynch recognized the insignia from books—it belonged to a Black Tower Alliance-affiliated Black Wizard Organization specializing in bloodline spell research.

At their feet lay the corpse of a human, whom Lynch identified as one of their knights. A man from the Blood Origin Cult crouched by the body, using a dagger to peel the knight’s scalp.

Lynch frowned.

’Weren’t we supposed to focus on Shadow Swamp here? Why is Blood Origin Cult involved too?’

’Moreover...’