Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 854 - 795: You Are an Accident

"The Dark Tide is the expanding Divine Realm, the materialized concept of Integration, stepping into the Divine Realm means the death of the individual, and the unification with the whole. There is no way to save oneself; all the powers gained through study and innate talents will be absorbed into the knowledge of the Evil God, and you will go mad in the most primitive knowledge."

Mr. Scholar was presiding over the meeting, sharing intelligence from the Blue Dragon Priest with leaders of various races at the temporary platform set up in the central square of the City of Wandering. The Dark Tide that surged onto land has already eroded many areas, alerting all races, though currently the sole sufferers due to the population base are humans, the prospective obliteration of all races is imminent.

For those who do not wish to become parts of Sleepers, unity is the only way to survive the apocalypse.

The Literary Society has actively begun war mobilization with such a conclusion, with eloquent speakers visible in every region. Not long ago, the Fun Seekers Group which was headless like a pack of dragons without a leader, now seems to have a reason even deeper than the Dragon Kin. Mr. Gentleman, wearing a masquerade mask and a faded dress suit, took the place of the president of the Literary Society.

"There is a way to resist the Dark Tide. All one needs to do is to ’Detach’ oneself from the whole." Mr. Scholar’s voice relieved the tension in the air, his calm and soothing voice acting as a sedative, just minutes before, it was this composed Old City Lord who made everyone stay quiet after witnessing the magic projections showing villages being devoured by the Dark Tide.

"The Teleportation Gate Spell that slices through dimensions, any Enchantment that can imbue clothing with attributes of a Different World Plane. The Dark Tide is an ongoing ritual, and all creatures on this planet are, fundamentally, part of the Evil God. Hence, we are identified as ’sacrifices’ by the ritual and then ’Integrated.’ Therefore, we must separate ourselves, use the power of other spaces to isolate us, making the ritual unable to detect our essence. Now, the Secret Pivot Council will provide the spellbooks for the Teleportation Gate Spell to all Spellcasters at no cost, those who are interested please gather in Silver City. Friends from the Different World Plane should not take it lightly; the capacity of the Evil God to erode can penetrate all barriers, Integration is only a matter of time, what we can do is to delay the time we have left to breathe freely."

Lady Pomfrey of the Abyssal Dukes stood up, her gaze meeting that of Mr. Scholar, the retracted demon thorns adding a touch of gentleness and credibility to the lady’s magnanimity, "Hell’s plane will open its arms to those who deem themselves helpless. I’ve reached an agreement with the City Lord, the Abyssal Demons will refrain from wreaking havoc on the cowards who do not wish to fight." The display of the Demon Duke’s mercy came off more as a provocation and mockery, and while her real intentions remain unclear, the effect is phenomenal. Numerous Spellcasters who were originally apprehensive to fight now burn with indignation, stating, "Only the dead will go to Hell."

More and more racial leaders responded to the call of the Blue Dragon Priest, creating an atmosphere of unity and encouragement, which did not surprise Mr. Scholar and the others. The residents of the City of Wandering are largely the best of various fields, proud and haughty, not fearing the divine power. This brings us to Carlos’s original conception to partition the Light and Shadow Zone; the Spellcasters who ran from the holy light with fear didn’t lack ideas of training an army; they turned the entire city into an arena, cultivating strength like raising gu. Although some races joined the City of Wandering through trade and other channels, they were not weak by any means. Bear in mind, Dark Zone Seven houses the Andrey Liches; could the races managing to maintain a superficial balance with these pests be naive and sweet?

Dean cleared his throat lightly, his staff hitting the floor tiles with a sound, the nearby Liches tidied their robes that were tousled by the shockwave, and shifted their gaze to their ostensible boss.

"Andrey Academy can offer some solidified Enchanted Scrolls for free. In the field of Alchemy, to endow an item with indestructible attributes, one needs to be familiar with the ’Detachment’ Rune, which ties in precisely with the system of the Evil God as described by Mr. Scholar, separating the item from the whole and transforming it into a new whole. Achieving the desired result through runes of opposite nature, this issue has once puzzled me, I am pleased that this puzzle has now been resolved. My old friend, I really want to present you with an Andrey Academic Achievement Medal right away."

"Thank you, Dean, I will pick it up at the Academy later." Although Mr. Scholar did not really care for the symbolically significant medals he already owned, he responded modestly to the Dean. He was appeasing the vain old Lich, hoping he could better restrain those restless crazies at Andrey.

"Dean, where has Mr. Raymond gone?" The Blue Dragon Priest, coveting the might of the Holy Light Disaster, looked around the president’s seat taken by Lyle, making sure that the radiant man was absent.

The old Lich’s beard twisted awkwardly, clutching his Enchanted staff, which emitted a teeth-grinding noise.

"Don’t know where he’s wandered off to. Don’t worry, he can take care of himself." Despite the revival of the Evil God and extensive invasion of the land, the Dean isn’t worried at all about that troublesome fellow.

Mr. Scholar said no more; he turned to discuss with other Dragon Priests and, in a flicker, they displayed the intelligence on the magic network model projection above them. Within the virtual spherical projection, the southern hemisphere had turned completely dark, with several bright spots like lighthouses marking the boundaries amidst the Dark Tide.

"Our Dragon Priests have experience battling the Sleeper. We have formed barriers by anchoring several arcane nodes, separating a portion of land from the Dark Tide. This is our last territory, and the Sleeper will not devour us as easily as before. The ritual will be postponed, which will also draw out the kin of the Evil God, those ancient armies that serve the Sleeper."

Certainly, the arcane nodes guarded by the Dragon Kin will become the main battleground in the struggle against the divine servant armies loyal to the Sleeper. But the scholars have no intention of dividing their forces to support other nodes.

"Due to the foolish actions of my descendants, the barrier I planned has a flaw." Five Dragon Priests who once sealed the Evil God occupy several important arcane nodes. They firmly secure the barrier, constantly on guard against the Evil God’s counterattack. Blue Dragon Priest Mosue’s oceanic node is both a probe into the sea and a corner of early warning. The Dragon Priests were prepared for Mosue’s fall; in theory, the solid Four Corners Barrier could have completely resisted the invasion of the Dark Tide.

But now, the previously fixed anchor, City of Wandering, is a Floating City that moves everywhere. While the Scholar slept, his son Carlos moved the foundation he set up into a mobile fortress, but the barrier’s anchor points do not move with it.

A location on the map becomes particularly conspicuous.

"Moon Nafar, once the capital of the Arcane Kingdom, now a wasteland bombed by magic. This is the fragile edge of the barrier, a corner of the disturbed magic network. If the Sleeper occupies this place, Its tidal waves will surge inward, overturning all our footholds. It will certainly descend here, and we must hold this place. This will be the central battlefield, the site of our final stand against the Sleeper."

"Concentrate our forces; we must fight for a future on our ancestral land. The Dragon Followers at the other arcane nodes will buy us time, drawing the attention of the Evil God."

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The Scholar gives a pre-battle speech at the front, while Liches whisper surreptitiously below the stage.

"That actually sounds not bad."

"What?"

"Letting the Evil God rule over everything." The Liches never lack for rebels or antisocial madmen, "After all, that’s a creator, an awakened master taking what’s theirs from their own drawer; private property is sacred and inviolable. Strictly speaking, It’s our mother, and there’s nothing wrong with that."

"Let me tell you what is right." The gentleman appears by the Liches’ side, where they’re conversing, without anyone noticing when. The desiccated rose’s withered petal edges glow as if burning with embers.

"A birth mother who never cared for you returns after centuries to pat you on the shoulder and say, ’Child, you were an accident,’ then proceeds to express her wish to stuff you back into her womb. And she’s said this to thousands and thousands of ’children.’ In fact, you’re as significant to Her as an expendable leg hair. This is not a metaphor, because you will truly become a leg hair of the Sleeper, or some such thing."

"Alright, I choose war."