ꨡ[6B a~oNz3: Chapter 0803: Brilliant Chapter 803: Chapter 0803: Brilliant “Phil!”
Ilya had long forgotten how long it had been since she last dread.
But this ti, she distinctly recalled the happy tis of her childhood, along with the knight’s attendant who had always followed her.
Unfortunately, he had completely died.
This pain, even though she personally killed Ritchie, could not be alleviated in the slightest.
She donned her lavish and noble mage’s robe and stepped out of the Mage Tower.
It wasn’t long before Tacro ca to her, “I’m sorry…
Ritchie cast various anti-detection magic on his ‘Soul Device,’ I can’t find its location…”
A Lich will never truly die as long as their Soul Device is not destroyed.
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Even though Ilya had killed Ritchie once, as long as his Soul Device was not located, he would eventually return from death.
“It’s okay, as long as he dares to appear, I will kill him, once more!”
Ilya responded with an icy voice.
Yet Tacro frowned, feeling that Ilya had changed sowhat after their journey to the north.
In fact, the transformation brought about by becoming a level six magic tutor was almost akin to turning into a Lich, just without as many negative emotions.
But due to wielding too much power, it was just as easy to lose control!
“Ilya, you know, I have always…”
Tacro took a deep breath, his tone filled with deep affection.
“Sorry…”
Ilya’s eyes moved, but she directly refused, “Right now, I only want to reach the pinnacle of magic, I’m not considering anything else…”
“No…”
Watching her resolute departure, Tacro felt as if his heart was brutally stabbed, “Could it be…
the person you’ve always liked, was Phil?”
…
Nesser Empire, Magic Calendar, year 120.
As ti accumulated, magic gradually perated life, and every citizen of the Empire proudly proclaid themselves as ‘citizens of Nesser,’ taking pride in becoming magicians.
And one legend after another among magic tutors continued to erge.
Each magic tutor would erect their own Floating City.
One Floating City after another rose, spreading across the entire continent, and eventually, it was recorded that their number had surpassed three hundred.
Tacro also reached the realm of a level six magic tutor thanks to the feedback from the Magic Net.
At a certain magicians’ conference, Ilya declared proudly, “Magic is the ultimate truth; magicians have taken control over the world!
Everyone…
let us cheer together!”
But privately, Ilya expressed her concerns to Tacro, “Although the sixth layer of the Magic Net, with the help of hundreds of magic tutors, is now perfected, the seventh layer…
remains distant!”
“This is a completely new domain,” Tacro could only comfort her, “Perhaps…
it might require more than 500 years of accumulation…”
“No, as the master of the Magic Net, I can feel that, with the spiritual power and faith of magicians, the ti needed to build the seventh layer of the Magic Net and turn it into a ‘rule’ will far exceed 500 years, perhaps beyond our thousand-year lifespans,”
Ilya answered with a wry smile, her expression gradually becoming determined, “We need a new Acute Angle Monunt now!”
Tacro was shocked, “Have you forgotten my prophecy and the teacher’s warning?”
“I think…
my Magic Empire and I are now ready,” Ilya responded.
Hearing this, Tacro fell silent and after a long while, he sighed deeply.
…
“Finally…
after reaching glory, are we starting on a path of doom?”
Su Lu looked at this scene and sighed as well.
The Acute Angle Monunt of the Insect Clan, originating from the ancient continent, those rulers and the Old Gods.
Among them, the first twelve were fine, rely recording so mysterious information.
After research by the Insect Clan and humans, it was transford into cultivation for “strings” and “runes”, giving birth to two transcendent systems: warriors and magicians.
But the thirteenth Acute Angle Monunt was different!
Its very appearance represented an ominous sign!
It was an item brought out from the Devil’s Seaditch by the Insect Clan’s king at a great cost, after losing many soldiers.
It even contained ssages left by the Old Gods, detailing the ritual to communicate with the Dominator of the Dream—Old God Montiq, possessing a terrifying power of contamination!
As a result, the Insect Clan was contaminated, and plunged into unrecoverable bloody sacrifices and frenzied worship, eventually leading to the extinction of the entire clan, with only a few mbers transforming into pure spirit beings, becoming the great race—Spotter.
“This ti, is it humanity’s turn?”
Su Lu thought indifferently, “However, this is also a spur…
as long as soone rises to beco a Divine before destruction…”
After all, the madness and destruction of the Insect Clan was an extrely lengthy process.
“Then…
as you wish!”
Su Lu stared at Ilya and slowly uttered a sentence.
The ergence of the previous monunts was governed by Their will, becoming very ‘orderly’, and the thirteenth, filled with the power of contamination, had not been found.
But now, it could erge.
…
Under the will of the Great Magic Emperor, the entire empire moved quickly like a precise machine.
All relics of the Insect Clan were excavated, even to the extent of digging three feet deep; magicians ford exploration teams, constantly searching for new relics across the sea and continent.
Inadvertently, they asured the entire continent and even the depth of the oceans.
Only the Devil’s Seaditch remained more dangerous than ever, inaccessible even to fifth and sixth-level magic tutors, becoming one of the few unknown areas.
The secrets of the Lost Continent, along with the legends of the Old Gods and the creator, remained buried there.
In a tropical rainforest.
Three Floating Cities thunderously descended, covering the sky.
“Magic Tutor Dami, after you, please!”
Three legendary magic tutors, accompanied by many magicians, flew downward together.
Among them, as the original close disciple, Dami undoubtedly beca the leader.
“Hmm!”
Dami, now an old man with white hair, was full of vigor, his body wrapped in silver lightning, standing in the void like a high and mighty deity, overlooking the tribe below.
It was apparent that the tribe was very primitive, using straw and wooden fras for tents and mbers draped in animal skins, giving a sowhat savage impression.
“Primitive tribes, how can such savages still exist?”
He frowned.
“My lord…
according to the exploratory teams’ initial investigation, this is likely remnants of an old empire that escaped into the tropical rainforest.
Due to being cut off from civilization, they gradually regressed…”
Imdiately, a magician bowed and replied, “Not only that…
they have mastered so bloody sacrificial thods, giving rise to very secretive ‘witchcraft’.
Our people followed these clues…
The thirteenth Acute Angle Monunt, a treasure of civilization, should be in this area!”
“The Acute Angle Monunt is the truth of magic, it should not be controlled by savages!”
Dami coldly raised his magic wand.
The next mont!
A terrifying teor Fire Rain descended from the sky, engulfing the primitive tribe…
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