Mage Legend-Chapter 826 - 57: Return (Part 3)

Zilvra began to tremble, but she held back with all her strength, not wanting the others to notice. The little angel and the elf's eyes were all focused on Lynch, so they didn't notice this.

The mage's body swayed, as if trying to stand up, but he was already too weak. After achieving the final victory, even the power of that space could no longer support his consumption. If not for Yilinrui using magic to transfer her own power over, Lynch might have disappeared along with that annihilated space.

Little by little, the mage's image began to gradually become clear, and his body slowly began to regain vitality. This process seemed so slow, it was simply an agonizing ordeal compared to the expectations of the three women present. However, a smile slowly appeared on Yilinrui's face, because she could clearly feel Lynch's Life Fire beginning to burn slowly in this space.

Since the Magic God had been completely eliminated, the entire magic network of Anriel World began to look for a new master. The power of the five Secret Magic Scrolls converged into one person, resembling a giant magnet that absorbed the power of ancient deities. The sealed corpse of the Magic God turned into fragments, and the life force contained within started to repair Lynch's body.

Thus, almost in the blink of an eye, under the effect of powerful magic power, Lynch's body was completely restored. Even after this, tremendous energy continued to pour into his body. The entire magic array no longer needed to be maintained laboriously by Yilinrui.

All over the continent, the strong with a keen sense for power all detected this extraordinary change. Lynch's return was like the sudden appearance of a second sun in the sky, how could it not alert people? The most intensely affected was the Big Snake. He looked up at the All-Knowing Tower floating in the air, keenly sensing the tide-like magic power converging from all directions—that should have been the power he desired, enough to support the infinite power of his Divine Domain.

"Is it the return of the Magic God or Lynch?" This was a question the Big Snake had to consider. However, regardless of the answer, he had to face an opponent who should not appear for another thousand years according to his plan.

Thinking of this, the Big Snake immediately abandoned his army, rose into the sky, and headed straight for the flying castle.

Zilvra covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. Watching Lynch shakily stand up, she didn't know what words to use to express her feelings. Especially at the moment when Lynch's eyes swept over her position, she felt that these days of waiting were not in vain.

But Lynch's gaze only stayed for a moment before moving on to the next target. He looked around the environment with a puzzled gaze, gripping the sword in his hand tightly, remaining alert.

"Where is this? Who are you?" Lynch suddenly asked.

These words were like a bolt from the blue, but Zilvra's first glance was towards the elf Yilinrui. Deep down, she suspected whether this elf had done something secretly, or perhaps had dug out some guy who looked very much like Lynch from some corner of the universe. But her Dark Elf intuition distinctly felt that familiar aura; it was definitely Lynch.

Like Zilvra, Yilinrui was also unprepared for this situation. She exchanged glances with the little angel, pondering what exactly had happened.

"Lynch! I'm Zilvra, you bastard, you can't even remember me?" The Dark Elf stepped forward, shouting loudly at the mage: "What's wrong with your head? Has it rusted shut?"

Lynch furrowed his brows tightly, struggling to consider the beauty's question across from him. Although her tone sounded a bit fierce, it wasn't threatening, and the mage always felt that this voice was very familiar, identical to the call he felt in his dreams. He lowered the sword in his hand, dumbly staring at Zilvra.

"My name is Lynch?" The mage asked, "It seems you all know me well, but I can't remember you."

Soka fluttered her wings, wiping her eyes as she flew to Lynch's side. The mage looked at her without any reaction. Soka cast several healing and restoration spells, but Lynch's body no longer had any injuries, and the energy of these spells only made him feel more comfortable and warm.

"Thank you, little one," Lynch said with a grin, "I'm not hurt, so you don't need to trouble yourself. I don't have any gift for you—wait, I still have an apple here." Lynch took out the apple he had bought in the Big Snake Domain from his pocket and stared at it in a daze. "Why do I feel like this apple is quite important? How about this, little girl, I'll give you something else once I find it."

Having said that, Lynch put the apple back. The little angel immediately burst into tears—not because she lacked an apple.

Zilvra stepped forward, suddenly pinched Lynch's nose with swift speed, and pulled hard, saying: "Are you pretending? What's the reason you don't recognize us? Is it..."

"Stop... it hurts!" Lynch broke free forcefully, then solemnly said: "Beautiful lady, just because I find you familiar and don't want to attack you, doesn't mean you can bully me! I'm warning you."

Zilvra's anger was immediately ignited, her hand already reaching for the sword at her waist. Fortunately, Yilinrui stopped him with a shout, preventing the two of them from clashing.

"Lynch, what exactly do you remember? Especially about yourself, do you know your identity?" asked the Elf Princess.

"I am the first warrior of the Multi-dimensional Space, the destined Magic God Slaughterer..." Lynch paused for a moment, then smiled awkwardly: "Other than that, I really don't know anything else."

Yilinrui had many more questions to ask him, but the door of the Magic Laboratory made a dull sound at this moment. Something crashed into that magic gate, the door shook, and the sound was like muffled thunder echoing through the city, but it did not fall.

The warriors outside tried hard to stop the Big Snake's advancement, only to find it all in vain. The Big Snake didn't even bother to kill these annoying blockers; he simply stood tall, striding steadily, making a spine-chilling piercing sound as if chanting an ancient otherworldly language, intending to melt both metal and hearts.

He shadow-punched the gate three times, repeated the spell three times loudly. With the final strike, the laboratory door was shattered open. As if influenced by some kind of divine power, the metal exploded into pieces in the white light with a loud crash.

The Big Snake walked in heedlessly, with his dark silhouette looking particularly glaring against the backdrop of the blood-red flames, becoming a shadow mixed with a power that brought despair.

"Is Lynch the Magic God?" he asked loudly.

No one answered him.

Only Lynch stood proudly in the center of the room, holding the sword stained with the last golden drops of the Magic God's life.

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