Chapter 400: 418 Magic Guard_1
ntor watched as Otto gasped for breath in the magic screen, gradually loosening his grip.
As the pressure around his neck disappeared, Paton, the fat old man, imdiately fell to the ground, breathing in fresh air. The unnatural flush on his face slowly returned to normal.
Paton looked deeply at ntor, as if to imprint him in his mory.
Now, he had more important things to deal with, but that didn’t an he had forgotten what ntor had just done to him.
He didn’t reach his current position in Stania by simply researching magic spells in the Mage Tower.
Once the opportunity arises, he would use special ans to inform ntor that he had provoked soone he shouldn’t have.
But all of that would have to wait until they dealt with the damned Black Dragon; otherwise, it would beco the greatest disgrace in Stania’s history.
“I think, after dealing with the Black Dragon, Stania won’t have enough energy to fly back to the Western Empire’s territory…” Paton muttered as he drew sothing in the air with his glowing finger.
ntor sneered at this: “As long as the result satisfies , soone will naturally deliver enough Magic Crystals to you.
But if you disappoint , I’m sorry, but you won’t see anything from now on.
At least my family will no longer provide you with any materials or assistance!”
“Rest assured!”
Chris, the thin old man, seed confident. He stared coldly at Otto in the magic screen and said, “No one can withstand the full output of the Cannon of Truth, not even the Black Dragon!”
This ti, Paton didn’t argue further, but his expression showed that he shared Chris’s view.
“You need to be prepared in advance. As more and more magic power is poured into the Cannon of Truth, Stania’s altitude will be rapidly reduced due to the loss of a large amount of magic power.”
Chris looked at ntor coldly and continued, “Soone as important as you should find a pillar to hold on to and stabilize yourself, or you might fall and make a fool of yourself!”
“Hmph, you don’t need to worry about that!” ntor said disdainfully, and as soon as he finished, Stania began to shake violently.
Apparently, Paton had already started to take action, and just like Chris said, Stania’s altitude began to drop.
Because of the continuous shaking of the floor, ntor lost his balance and fell embarrassingly.
As for Paton and Chris, the two old n were already sitting securely on two glowing magic chairs.
It was clear that they were prepared and had deliberately left ntor out.
ntor’s cold gaze swept over the two detestable old n, and he ntally noted their actions.
anwhile, as the beam of the Cannon of Truth grew larger and thicker, Stania’s altitude continued to decrease.
Many people in Stania didn’t react in ti, and just as the cheering turned into cries for help.
Conversely, the Truth beam beca much thicker, and Otto, in the center of the beam, could clearly feel the energy in the beam becoming more concentrated and pure.
How many Magic Crystals would this consu? Stania truly was the richest among the rich; their wealth was limitless.
As Otto thought this, all the scales on his body were corroded and fell off due to the rapidly rising energy. At this point, Otto looked like an Undead Dragon – extrely terrifying.
Even though Otto was accustod to pain, his soul trembled in excruciating agony.
“This is truly a good thing!” Otto’s gaze was fixed on the blindingly bright cannon barrel, filled with longing.
Leaving this to the Western Empire was a waste. A good horse with a good saddle, a treasured sword given to a hero-this whole Floating City of Stania should belong to him!
With this thought, Otto roared to the sky, his dragon’s roar echoing throughout heaven and earth. Due to Stania’s rapidly dropping altitude, the eardrums of many nearby Stania citizens burst, causing them to hold their ears and roll painfully on the ground.
Otto was not simply roaring to show off; Stania’s altitude had now dropped to a level where many Undead Dragons could reach.
With all of Stania’s firepower focused on Otto, they would be unable to handle other threats.
Otto never said he would fight alone.
Shortly after Otto’s roar dissipated, a large number of Undead Dragons, led by Frostfire, took to the sky. In no ti, they had crossed Otto and were rapidly approaching Stania.
“Damn it!” Chris exclaid when he saw this from inside the Mage’s Spire. Magic light instantly flared up in his hands, and he quickly drew a horn-like pattern in the air.
Then he shouted, “Stania Magic Guard, prepare to et the enemy!”
The Magic Cannons below Stania, except for the Cannon of Truth, had all been nearly destroyed by Otto and could not be relied on.
But Stania’s ard forces were not limited to these cold cannons.
Since ancient tis, Stania has produced magical geniuses, and now was no exception.
Upon receiving Chris’s order, young Spellcasters dressed in official magic robes flew out from various Mage Spires.
Various exquisite badges adorned their identical robes, indicating which Mage Tower they ca from.
These badges usually belonged to the clan of the Mage Tower’s owner, and these young Spellcasters were typically their capable apprentices.
They were the main mbers of the Stania Magic Guard, and every young Spellcaster who joined the Magic Guard would receive a set of standard equipnt from the Stania authorities.
Magical research always ca at a high cost. For most young Spellcasters, this set of standard equipnt was more than sufficient.
More importantly, it saved them a lot of money and resources for magical research.
All they had to do in return was stand up and et the enemy when Stania faced an invasion.
However, Stania was equipped with dense Magic Cannons like a beehive, and under normal circumstances, mbers of the Magic Guard would not have the opportunity to act.
But this ti, the situation Stania faced was far from normal…
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