Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 843 - 784 Heavenly Magic Wand

Before Bordelis the White Dragon returned to the Coral Reef.

The coast was already densely packed with glaciers, the fierce wind howling. The White Dragon Priest raised the Ice Spear. Along the snowslope facing the land, an Ice Storm fell from heights, laying a white frost on the summit-reaching giants. The ice-sealed Omen Giants had reached a total of twenty, their frozen flesh sticking to the thick ice walls, forming a massive, terrifying mural.

Princess stood at the peak of the glacier, overseeing the demons below. The hatred and hostility in her eyes were not reciprocated by the Deep Sea Omen. Out of the dense fog, twisted giants stepped slowly, approaching the deadly glacier, and the sight of themselves embedded in the ice elicited no roar from the Omen Giants. They moved forward silently, like a spreading black tide, unstoppable, the concentrated aura of fear narrating a harsh reality: nothing could stop them, not even their puppet-like flesh bodies.

The oppressive cluster loomed over the head of the White Dragon, Bordelis felt a chill, while Princess, sitting behind his neck, reached another extreme of emotion. Suppressed to the limit, sparking an anger of rebellion.

Spreading its wings, diving through the blizzard, transforming the frosty Magic Power into long spears thrust into the bodies of the Omen Giants, watching their bodies stiffen yet continue onward. Bordelis felt fear towards the dense fog, as the giants emerging from it had already exceeded the bounds of the fog, their thick mist like a bottomless pit, spawning countless monsters that could corrupt the seas.

Princess was indeed powerful, but her strength was limited. Maintaining a glacier might not be a huge drain for a dragon priest who survived the last divine war, but she couldn’t maintain it forever. Perhaps they had the direction of their offensive wrong. Bordelis had reminded her a few times, but the White Dragon Priest, blinded by rage, only thought about venting her fury on these endless puppets.

The madness of the White Dragon Priest seemed ridiculous to Arnold, hidden in the shadows. Maintaining composure was common sense for Spellcasters. He meticulously upheld the Spirit Summon ritual, controlling the Deep Sea Omen in a slowly encroaching state to oppress the White Dragon. These abhorrent enemies of gods were rightly receiving such a fate. Arnold was quite confident in his concealment magic; as an old-fashioned Lich, a professor of advanced White Bone Spirit Summoning Studies, he was very skilled in hiding himself, his scent, silhouette, temperature — besides maintaining the ritual’s Magic Power, he lay next to it like a body buried deep in the earth.

"Keep roaring, fool, my goal is almost achieved."

"Morocoy! How much longer will you watch!" Princess roared in the blizzard, maintaining a frenzied posture, yet her eyes were as ancient and cold as ice. Exhaling the blizzard was her disguise, using herself as bait, a delaying tactic, the Dragon Priest conducting herself like a dragon, already accustomed to tactics involving groups.

A thick Magic Power that sent chills down the spine tore a rift in the space, and the Blue Dragon Priest, wearing a dragon priest mask and clad in an ancient robe, appeared on the coastline without a Heavenly Magic Wand or other magical equipment, standing on floating ice as if he were on an outing.

Before Arnold could catch a breath, a premonition of death once again descended upon him.

If there had been a sun, the giant shadow overhead would have warned him sooner, but unfortunately, the dense fog from the Deep Sea Omen made the area as dark as night.

Boom!!!

Descending from the sky was a falling Floating City. Its conical foundation engraved with arcane runes, like a divine sword falling from the heavens. The bursting earth could not escape the attack range of the Floating City, and Arnold had just time enough to activate a defensive spell before he was swallowed by the burst of defensive rune’s Magic Power and the physical impact of accelerating gravity.

The earth shook violently, the soil exploding like splashing water, the harbor near Mosue directly fractured from the continental shelf, forming a new floating island, as sea water filled the terrifying chasm.

The City of Wandering’s district was not here; linked on the base was a crystalline Blue Dragon gleaming with diamond radiance. Kristo clasped his talons tightly around the Mage Tower beneath him, and even with the magic network’s assimilation offsetting the impact, the Blue Dragon still felt numb all over. He raised his head, felt the devastated earth along the base, and reported the situation to his teacher.

"Teacher, there is no longer any abnormal Magic Power reaction."

The scholar standing on the floating ice, pinching his chin, "My student, since this is your first time operating the Heavenly Magic Wand, Moon Nafar, I suggest you follow the tutorial for the subsequent steps."

"But..."

"Second step..."

"Second step, Moon Nafar connecting to the magic network, prepare to release a wide-area Magic Power burst, three, two, one." A powerful white light burst from the ground fissure, the soil wailing in the magic, producing a quake in this domain not inferior to the first defense strike. After the white light dissipated, the surroundings were completely transformed.

The crystal of condensed Magic Power covered a ten-mile radius, with the original geomorphological features completely erased.

Kristo stared, wide-mouthed, at his own creation.

"Teacher, only the magic power has reacted."

Morocoy nodded, looking up at the White Dragon Priest that descended before him.

"Step three."

The Blue Dragon sighed.

"Step three, recover the magic power crystals, supply to Moon Nafar, charge up, begin."

The Floating City rose again, the crystals of altered earth and rocks shattered under the pull of magic power, turning into pure magic power that flowed into the magic network, as the City of Wandering rose again...

"Teacher, everything is gone, rather than calling it a basin, it looks more like an abyss..." Kristo’s voice trembled slightly. He vividly remembered controlling the device beneath him, step by step erasing an entire land in less than ten minutes. Such a result is even more catastrophic than a natural disaster, and he remembered the original purpose was to deal with a follower of the Evil God.

Scholar seemed to sense Blue Dragon’s unease and gently soothed him.

"It’s okay, child, you will use the power of the World Builder next to mend it."

He was fine until he said that, which completely ruffled Kristo.

"This isn’t what I expected! Teacher! You didn’t tell me that the power of the World Builder would be this terrifying! That was just a follower of the Evil God, I eliminated him as easily as knocking a stone off a construction site!" That’s Kristo’s personality; his first reaction to encountering great power is not joy, but concern about whether he can control and use it correctly.

The Scholar remained elegant and gentle, patiently guiding Kristo.

"We are the incarnations of the magic network, we oversee magic power, no spellcasters can escape our detection. We transform environments, repair, and stitch them together. Although we’re part of the Salvation Association, child, we are the good guys." Scholar noticed Kristo’s problem, he seemed to have a misunderstanding of the power he held, he considered himself, and those he educated, too feeble.

"But you said, those who surpassed our realm, cannot be shaped by the World Builder..." The Blue Dragon recalled the tragic state of the unknown follower of the Evil God, "I really doubt the guarantees you made."

"But he hasn’t surpassed me, has he?"

Scholar Mr., Blue Dragon Priest Morocoy, a failed Plunderer of the Dragon Age, an eight-lock builder, World Builder. He likes to take King of the Crusaders Raymond and his rebellious student Apocalypse as examples because there aren’t many who surpass him. Scholar Mr. habitually remains humble, but his student, Blue Dragon, seems to mistake his humility for weakness.

There are only one or two people stronger than me, really, just one or two.

Seeing his sister storming towards him with great momentum, Scholar added one last remark.

"Arnold has certainly never heard your old dad’s public lectures on White Bone Spirit Summoning Studies." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"If he had been exposed, this old Lich might have lasted a bit longer."