Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Descending from the Floating City, Richard immediately rushed to the battlefield.

Now was the perfect opportunity to collect heads, as these Fire Lizards were retreating.

These Fire Lizards appeared to possess a Giant Dragon Bloodline, which was of great research value to him.

The retreat of the Fire Lizards was very swift and unlike a rout—they retreated with discipline, executing various crossing and blocking tactics. It seemed their Commander was someone skilled in military affairs.

Unfortunately, given the technological disparity with Wizard Civilization, his command could only reduce some of the losses; massive casualties still ensued.

Richard, holding a Magic Wand, casually cast a black Fireball. With the help of Luck Blessing, the Fire Element-rich environment of the Red Sun World amplified his Fire Element Spells even further, astonishingly by twenty-five percent.

A Spell with an Energy Level of four hundred, with layer upon layer of amplification, even reached five hundred and eighty Energy Level.

A mere Fireball could easily explode and kill the Fire Lizards, which were Level 1 Creatures.

But before Richard could be pleased with himself, a gust of wind struck from behind him.

"Hissss, die!"

A seriously injured Fire Lizard, hiding in a pile of exploded dirt, launched its last attack on Richard.

Clang!

The spear tip shattered.

Compared to the well-prepared Armor Richard wore, the weapon of the Fire Lizard was clearly of much poorer quality.

Richard turned back with a "kind" smile,

"Not bad, one severely wounded; that saves me the trouble."

He grabbed the long spear of the Fire Lizard and yanked the creature to his side. Then, with a "smack," Richard swung his hand and harshly slapped the Fire Lizard's face.

Afterward, the Fire Lizard found itself enjoying the sleep of an infant.

Richard assessed the Fire Lizard's injuries: "The injuries are a bit severe, but all minor issues."

He casually opened the Secret Realm Rift and threw the Fire Lizard in, instructing,

"Don't let this guy die, I want to experiment on him later."

Soon after he threw it in, a rift appeared behind Richard and Ulysses flew out from it.

"Gah, to the New World? And you didn't even call me."

Ulysses landed on Richard's shoulder and glanced at the surrounding environment.

"World with a bias in Fire Element, boring."

"Boring?" Richard inquired with curiosity, "Then what kind of world is considered interesting?"

"Gah, all these unbalanced worlds are like they've been carved out from the same mould: volcanoes, deserts, wastelands, and at best some Fire Element plants. These things might seem novel at first glance, but after you've seen them a few times, you'll realize that these worlds are nowhere near as fascinating as those with a balance of Elements.

At the very least in terms of climate, achoo!"

Before he could finish, Ulysses sneezed—an uncommon occurrence.

Richard asked in surprise, "Your body is already at the Third Level, how can you be so sensitive to the environment?"

Ulysses shook his head, "It's just a habit of the Soul, like when you drink tea, you also have a habit of blowing on it. Do you blow because the water is hot?"

Richard had no response.

Following the main troops, Richard made his way to a city.

It was a massive city, centered around a volcano and spreading out for hundreds of kilometers. The various tall sandstone structures indicated that this native civilization had reached a certain level.

Architecture is often an important marker of civilization.

Even in this world of transcendent powers, building large-scale stone structures still requires help from structural engineering, material science, and mathematics.

A simple conclusion drawn by a Wizard over years of conquest is that the more developed a Race is, the taller their buildings are.

"Highly civilized, it seems these Fire Lizards won't be suitable as slaves," Richard muttered as he watched the city.

"Gah, you have such considerations for slaves? Isn't it enough if a Race is sufficiently excellent?" Ulysses asked, puzzled.

"This is an unspoken rule among the Great Wizards; I also heard it from some of the older Wizards," Richard explained, "Great Wizards, during their conquest of worlds, would deliberately exterminate certain Races.

These Races often possess a notable level of civilization, with sophisticated development of their own abilities, and have significant advancements in fields like mathematics.

As long as a Race fits these criteria, no matter how excellent, they would be annihilated."

After Richard's explanation, Ulysses fell silent for a moment and then said gloomily,

"Gah, this is probably to maintain the purity within your community, I guess."

"Purity?"

"Gah, I'm not certain, let's see how it goes. These matters have no impact on you anyway. In the blood of these creatures, that look like lizards, I smell the same scent as the Giant Dragon Blood Serum you showed me last time.

The ancestors of these natives are most likely related to those dragons."

Ulysses didn't say much more but shifted the conversation back to Richard.

Richard nodded, "I guess so too, let's see what can be extracted from the Fire Lizards when we get back."

...

In the strategy room, Harash reported the Wizards' intelligence he knew in an orderly manner against the light screen.

"…Your Majesty, this race is even more terrifying than the entities you know from the Star Realm; with our current situation, the fall of Kafra City is just a matter of time."

In the screen, the Fire Lizard King sat high on his throne, looking very calm.

But Harash, who was familiar with his own monarch, knew that his liege was already very angry.

As the Grand Marshal promoted by the Fire Lizard King himself, he could tell his liege's mood from the subtle shifts of his scales, the flexing of his spine, the angles of his gaze, and even the swing of his tail.

As a close servant, some things were etched into his bones, even without deliberate learning.

"Harash, give me some good news. Today, you've only brought bad tidings," the Fire Lizard King said calmly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Harash stood up and waved to a subordinate on the side.

Soon, a subordinate brought over a One Ring Wizard who was tied up tightly.

This wizard was vibrant with life from what one could tell of his vitality, unmistakably a student soldier freshly out of the Academy.

At this moment, a nail was driven into the wizard's head, and he seemed to be in a comatose state.

"Your Majesty, from the soul of this wizard, we've gathered a lot of intelligence. There are about over a million wizards involved in this war with two leaders they call Great Wizards leading them.

I presume, these so-called Great Wizards should be powerhouses on par with Your Majesty.

Thus, we still hold the advantage in terms of high-level power.

Moreover, these wizards won't be able to replenish their troops for a long time. Now, for them, every loss is permanent, whereas we can replenish our forces continuously.

As long as we can thoroughly crush them in this period when they can't reinforce, then these wizards will have to leave in disgrace, or stay here forever."

Hearing Harash's briefing on the war, the Fire Lizard King's mood somewhat improved.

"Harash, you may now command the entire Imperial army, whether it's the Imperial Guard Dragon Warriors or the Dragon Spellcaster Group, even if..." the Fire Lizard King paused, seemingly making a decision.

"Even if it's the warehouse guards, you can command them.

But remember, our enemies are not just the wizards; the other two Empires are constantly thinking of swallowing us up."

With that, the screen went dark.

Harash handed the screen to an attendant and turned to the window.

As he looked at the relentless pursuit of the White Wizard Army, he said quietly,

"To be stingy with power at a time like this, this war is likely to drag on."

…

"Why didn't you stay put in the Floating City, young man? What business do you have running to the front line?" Vladimir said irritably to Richard, who had arrived at the front line.

At this moment, the White Wizard Army was preparing for the siege, and the various alchemy components brought from the rear were quickly transformed into alchemy weapons by the Alchemy Wizards.

"It's a great time to make money, isn't it?" Richard chuckled.

As a Second Ring Wizard, the pursuit battle posed no danger to Richard.

"Making money?" Vladimir snorted coldly, "You do have a knack for timing. But you've come to the wrong place this time. The natives have a very capable commander, and he managed to save most of his troops in the opening fight.

Now they've retreated into the city, street fighting is inevitable."

"Street fighting?" Richard was a bit confused, "Can't we just bulldoze through them with magic?"

"Bulldoze? You're dreaming nicely."

Vladimir scoffed at Richard mockingly.

"Do you think these natives are just targets? See that huge cluster of buildings? How long are you going to bomb those with magic?

Those buildings aren't flesh; they won't die from a little shaping magic explosion. The shockwave might kill some, but it won't suffice.

You see those big houses? You won't be able to destroy them by just draining your magic power if you can't hit the exact spot."

On the battlefield, the old wizard had become even more irritable and odd.

After being subjected to Vladimir's sarcastic comments, Richard could only consult him dejectedly,

"So according to the Master, street fighting is going to be tough?"

"It's tough."

Vladimir looked at Richard and suddenly reached into the inside of Richard's wizard robe.

Clank, clank, clank.

"Good lad, no wonder you dare to come, your defenses are quite solid," Vladimir said with slight surprise, "If you have this protection, then indeed you might be able to take advantage."

Saying that, Vladimir spoke a few words to a crystal ball, and soon after, a squad of White Wizards arrived next to Richard.

"This gentleman is our technical consultant. He sympathizes greatly with the hardships of our battle, so he's come to the battlefield to offer his help," Vladimir told the White Wizard squad in a firm tone, "So he'll join you in the street fighting cleanup."

As an equipment chief, Vladimir had some command authority.

Faced with Vladimir's command, the captain of the White Wizard squad showed a troubled expression but agreed.

"Yes, Equipment Chief, Sir!"

Vladimir looked at Richard: "Go have some fun with these lads inside, and be careful, don't get yourself killed."

Richard nodded and then looked at the captain of the White Wizard squad.

"Captain, I will cooperate fully with you in battle."