Mage Legend-Chapter 850 - 63: Conclusion_2

"Will this method work?" Soka whispered. Zilvra signaled her to be silent, keeping her eyes fixed on the mage.

The sudden knocking shattered the silence. Without lifting his head, Lynch said to the door, "Regula, come in."

The martial monk pushed the door open, followed by the Dark Elf Zarra. Both were ready for battle, but Lynch knew they had other matters to discuss.

"Lynch, hand over the big snake to me," Regula said. "I want to take this beast back to the mountains—another dimension. There, he will be kept under tight supervision to ensure no more mischief arises."

Lynch slowly asked, "Under what charges?"

"Theft, deceit, massacre, and inciting massacre," the martial monk replied. "These are just a fraction of his crimes. In our world, he and his agents are responsible for the deaths of millions."

"Alright. If he refuses to surrender to me, then he's yours," Lynch nodded.

"No, mage, you must hand him over to me!" Regula suddenly said. "Only then can the rules of the world's operation return to normal. The space transmission device crafted by the dwarf has affected the operations of the oldest devices. Please do not use it recklessly. Otherwise, your world, my world, their world, will all face terrible dangers."

"I don't understand," Lynch said. "Can you explain in more detail?"

"That is not allowed," Regula shook his head. He took a round token from his chest pocket and handed it to Lynch. It was a white metal disc, one side showed a black night sky with countless stars shining; on the other side was a ring formed by eight daggers, with blades threatening the outermost circle of fire.

Lynch held it in his palm, and a strange sensation filled his heart. It was as if a door to infinity had opened a crack. From that narrow gap, countless wonderful scenes flashed by, the entire universe's knowledge and truth lay behind that door. When he opened his mouth slightly, reaching out to try to open the door, the feeling vanished.

"What is this?" No magic Lynch knew could analyze the structure of this disc, it seemed the most complex thing in the world, yet also as if it didn't exist at all.

"You will gradually understand," the martial monk closed the mage's hand, speaking slowly.

"Alright, consider it my ticket fare," Lynch smiled, putting it away. He then said, "The big snake is about to use its secret weapon, and it's time for me to set off. You better hurry, and..."

He winked at the spot where Zilvra and Soka were hiding, saying, "…this time, I won't be carrying unexpected passengers."

With a swoosh, Lynch, Regula, and Zarra vanished.

The big snake's army gradually held off the enemy's offensive, although their casualty rate was still high, at least they could catch their breath. Especially when the snake's air force finally had a chance to take off and launch attacks from the air, the pressure on the allied forces suddenly increased.

The Evil Dragons resting on the mountains did not advance with the army, but that did not mean they had withdrawn from the battle. Under the big snake's command and temptation, they rushed to join the battlefield, reaping lives with flames, lightning, and cold wind.

The whole scene became a deadlock, and it was difficult for anyone to advance further.

"Bring out the Racial Cannon for me!" the big snake roared. "I want to wipe all the races trying to stop me off the ground!"

However, his generals trembled, pointing in another direction, mouth agape, unable to speak. It was as if something was gripping his throat, and the air was thick with fear.

Lynch was walking through the snake-man army's front line, as if he was strolling in his backyard, ignoring tens of thousands of enemies. Around him was an invisible, powerful force, which no snake-man could resist, only stumbling backward. They tried to raise their spears at Lynch, but the weapons would immediately turn to ash, leaving charred marks on the snake-men's trembling hands.

The massive beasts knew no fear, or maybe it was only in the bloody blooms of the whip that they found courage to charge forward. The thundering steps of gaping fangs and enormous bodies on the ground did not hinder Lynch's pace in the slightest. He merely lifted a finger, flinging the beasts into the air. A black flame immediately enveloped the monster, burning it to ash in the blink of an eye.