Mage Legend-Chapter 825 - 57: Return_2

If it were human warriors, seeing their comrades' bodies used as tools for casting spells, desecrated and insulted, they would surely be enraged. But the snake-man army had long been indoctrinated with the ideology of loyalty to the great serpent, and those who sacrificed themselves could still make contributions with their corpses to their master—this was an honor and fortune beyond measure. Thus, they raised no objections to such behavior and continuously cheered loudly, cursing the walls of the Five Realms Fortress.

"No power other than the dwarves could shake the dwarven constructions." This saying still held some truth, but the dwarves had not withstood the devastation of "science" and spells from another world. Ultimately, the walls were brutally torn apart amidst an explosion of blinding white light, flung violently into the air.

The snake-man army seized the opportunity to surge forward, rushing madly toward the breach. They saw the dawn of victory, the opportunity to achieve meritorious deeds—except for one thing they did not see, the prepared human soldiers behind the wall.

Although they were startled by the explosion just now, some indeed nurtured fear in their hearts—this being a natural human reaction, not something to be ashamed of—yet they understood one thing more clearly: behind them were the civilians of the Five Realms Fortress, and further back lay the territories of southern countries like Haisas, leaving them no way to retreat.

Other than advancing or holding their ground, they had no other choices.

The sounds of ferocious battle cries rose as one, the sparks from clashing weapons even appearing somewhat dazzling, while the sweat stained with mud and blood sprayed around became the only moisture on this fiery battlefield. The two armies were entirely entangled, locked in a tug-of-war in the mutual slaughter of life.

The people in the All-Knowing Tower saw all this clearly but were helpless. To ensure that the magic to summon Lynch proceeded without a hitch, Zilvra forbade the All-Knowing Tower from approaching the ground. This was not merely to prevent those snake-men soldiers from seizing the chance to cause havoc on the flying fortress, but to avoid drawing too much attention from the great serpent. Perhaps by staying obediently in the air, they might secure some time; otherwise, with the fort's strongest combat force—the Black Dragon entangled with the Gargoyles—it was unlikely that anyone else could stop the serpent's actions.

"Lynch, you cursed bastard, why haven't you returned?!" Zilvra observed the increasingly unfavorable battle situation, her heart burning with anxiety. She said to Norton, "Unless I personally come, don't move the All-Knowing Tower's position or use the magic abilities of the tower. I am going to check on Yilinrui right now. That white-skinned elf better not be slacking off!"

With that, Zilvra left the command room.

Just imagine, how could Yilinrui possibly be slacking off? Even if she wanted to slack off now, it would be impossible. To summon Lynch back, she had already connected her own life force with the collapsing space, to delay its disintegration and gain enough time. Now, Lynch's phantom had appeared in the Magic Laboratory of the All-Knowing Tower, slowly and methodically returning to solid form.

Zilvra arrived just in time to witness this scene. The young mage was now unrecognizable, his body covered with wounds of all sizes, and the resilient mage robe had long turned into tattered strips, stubbornly clinging to Lynch's shoulders. The mage was motionless, seemingly in a coma. In his hand, he held a purplish-red longsword stained with golden blood.

According to legend, only when a deity dies does their blood turn golden.

Zilvra didn't dare to breathe heavily, silently stepping behind little Soka. The angel was sobbing there, not daring to cry out loud so as not to disturb Yilinrui. Seeing Lynch in such a pitiable state, though she had excellent medical skills, she couldn't be of any help, which made her even more upset.

Zilvra stood quietly, and at this moment, the din of the battlefield outside, the space filled with bloody slaughter, and the encroaching threats all disappeared suddenly. In her heart and mind, there was only this lonely and isolated laboratory, a body whose life-or-death was unknown, and herself. The Summoning Barrier wasn't large, just a few steps across, yet for Zilvra, this distance seemed so far. She feared that this Lynch, so close at hand, was merely a shadow, the only thing left by the mage in this world; she also feared that reaching out her hand, she would grasp nothing but cold air; but most terrifying of all, this might be the last time she saw Lynch this way, and this tragic image of the mage would accompany her through a millennium-long second half of life.