Chapter 833: Chapter 491: Reconstruction
Yanan Calendar, June 3rd.
Early morning, 6:30.
The sky was just barely light.
Booster and his two companions arrived at the Gobi outside Huailan City with the invitation letters.
The Miracle Ceremony’s opening, which would comnce precisely at nine o’clock, was about to take place.
So since last night, this desolate Gobi had gradually beco noisy.
This grand celebration following the war would last a whole month, allowing wizards from the entire continent, even those at a distance, the chance to partake in the festivities.
Booster and his companions continued toward the central region of the Gobi.
Before the public Miracle Ceremony opening, there would be a small opening ceremony for the high-ranking wizards invited.
The sun slowly climbed up the horizon, its bright light shining on the earth, yet unable to disperse the somber atmosphere among Booster and his companions.
Unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, Booster paused and said in a deep voice:
“The war just ended, the Supre Councilman might be too busy, which is why we cannot contact him for the mont.”
“Today is the official opening day of the Miracle Ceremony; the Supre Councilman will surely be present. I believe once this matter is reported, the councilman will handle it fairly.”
After leaving the war rit exchange area and parting from Colin yesterday, they headed to the Supre Council Hall in Huailan City but were unable to reach the Supre Councilman.
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Booster and the others continued on.
They finally reached the central location amidst the temporary structures of the Gobi.
There was a grand hall situated there.
Entering from the portico supported by white columns, through a deep tunnel, a white platform appeared before Booster and his companions.
At this mont, seven luxurious chairs were arranged on it.
“Seven chairs, the Supre Councilman will indeed co,” Grey felt joy at this sight.
Booster and the other’s expressions improved a little.
“Let’s go, let’s take our seats.”
The three of them continued on, found their seats in the neatly arranged tiered audience area, and sat down.
A short while later, the wizards began to arrive, nearly filling the audience seats.
Bong—
A sound, like a distant trumpet blare or mountain gale, suddenly resonated.
All the wizards instinctively straightened up, looking towards the platform.
‘The Miracle Ceremony has begun.’
Booster let out a slow breath, his eyes fixed intently on the square platform.
Whoosh.
Monts later, ribbon-like streams of light suddenly appeared on the heavy platform. They divided into nine distinct strands, intertwining on the nine chairs, and in an instant ford nine slightly ethereal figures.
The Supre Counciln descended.
Unlike etings in past earthly tis that tended to drag on.
Once the Supre Counciln appeared, they got straight to the point.
“The war has temporarily ended.”
Sitting traditionally in the center, Batalov, representing the Supre Counciln, began to speak, surveying the solemnly seated wizards before continuing in a steady tone:
“Thanks to the brave contributions of the wizards, the Golden Solid Wall plan was a complete success; we have temporarily kept the Divine at bay beyond the solid wall and now face a precious period of peace.”
“But holding this Miracle Ceremony today is not just for celebration.”
Saying this, Batalov paused, then said in a deep voice:
“We have not yet won!”
“The Divine have not been vanquished; they still lurk behind the solid wall, eyeing us nacingly… I hope everyone understands this.”
Such solemn and even stern words set the main tone for the Miracle Ceremony.
No matter their inner thoughts, the wizards sitting there at least kept their posture straight and expressions serious.
Batalov, glancing around the wizards, was satisfied.
A mont later, he continued in a deep voice:
“However, before the official Miracle Ceremony comnces, I have one more announcent.”
“So of you might already know—the long-vacant position of Miracle Lord finally has a candidate.”
‘Miracle Lord?’ Booster and his companions were slightly taken aback.
What surprised them, however, was that nearly half the wizards around them, or throughout the audience, weren’t as surprised as they imagined.
Batalov kept speaking.
“Hence today’s Miracle Ceremony also serves as a coronation ceremony for the new Miracle Lord.”
“According to tradition, I will now announce the Miracles Lord’s na, briefly recount his life experience, and invite him to the platform.”
Batalov lightly inhaled, straightforwardly saying: “The new Miracle Lord is nad Colin Leonard.”
“He hails from a mortal kingdom nad Holy Fla within the realm of rredith…”
Batalov continued narrating Colin’s life story, as the entire hall remained silent.
Below, Booster and his companions tried hard to maintain their composure, but inwardly, they were in turmoil!
At first, just hearing a na, they weren’t sure, but as Batalov’s narration went on, the image of the Miracle Lord beca increasingly clear in their minds.
No mistake!
This Colin Leonard was indeed the Colin Leonard they knew!
They had just spoken with him yesterday.
‘Who would have thought that the councilman was… so formidable.’ Witch Grey couldn’t help but communicate telepathically.
‘The Miracle Lord should be comparable to our Nolane’s king… whoa.’ Gal replied, “Truly hidden depths.”
“Considering this, when the Supre Councilman suddenly descended at the Extre North, it was likely for this matter.”
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