Otherworld.
In a desolate wilderness with no one around.
"Sssshhhh..."
Rubble and gravel shifted, and a chanical claw erged from the ground, followed by an antenna.
The antenna trembled slightly, observing its surroundings, then slowly rose when no abnormalities were detected.
With the sand and gravel undulating, a chanical centipede crawled out from underground, quickly darting toward a nearby rock.
Once on the rock, the centipede raised its antenna, beginning to receive ssages drifting through the void.
"Zzz..."
"Channel 655..., change channel..."
"Please note, this channel has been detected by the Holy Hall. Do not release information that reveals your position on this channel..."
"Sky Battleship No.1 damaged, chanical Demigod fallen, Zone Three completely wiped out, warning to other areas..."
"Do not show yourself! Do not show yourself! Do not show yourself!"
"The chanical Soldier, genetically modified seven tis, was killed by ’God’ Carl, and the base was utterly destroyed..."
"The four demigods dispatched by the Chaotic Demon God to the Lower Realm were all killed, and the Dukes of this world have all submitted to the Pseudo-God’s command."
"Once detected by the Pseudo-God, even a Demigod, a Divine Son, stands not a chance to escape."
"Hide!"
"Wait!"
"The creator won’t abandon us! Victory will belong to us eventually! Carl can’t remain invincible forever!"
"Zzz..."
Deep underground.
An entirely chanical humanoid entity slowly opened its eyes, data swiftly flashing through its pupils.
"More and more followers are disappearing, perhaps they too chose, like , to hide away and not contact others."
"But the technological side cannot grow stronger without external resources. If I cannot extract energy, my own energy will eventually deplete."
"Hibernate... take risks..., a choice must be made."
It looked up towards the endless void, its gaze gradually becoming solemn:
"I am not afraid of death, only of dying without aning. So must pay the price to welco the creator."
"Swish!"
Thoughts shifted.
A machine deep underground began to operate, extracting the world’s essence at an extrely minute pace.
An hour later.
A portal composed of flas appeared in the sky, and a figure with flying long hair stepped through the portal, appearing mid-air.
The figure looked down at the earth, its deep eyes seemingly able to see through thousands of layers of soil, directly landing on the slowly operating machine.
"Heh..."
Gently shaking its head, the figure flicked its fingers downward.
A flash of an arc.
"Boom!"
The ground exploded, violent thunderbolts surged into the earth, destroying the machine while quickly expanding along the earth veins in all directions, instantly covering hundreds of miles.
When Carl’s figure appeared in the air again, he was holding a barely alive creator’s follower.
"So there’s still an upper-level vassal alive?"
Reaching into the other’s ’skull,’ he slowly said:
"I hope there’s information about other followers in your mory. It’s been six months since I’ve had any gain."
Soon.
Carl’s eyes lit up, and with a light swipe of his hand in front of him, a portal to other places opened.
When his figure appeared again, he was already in a base entirely made of various tals.
In front of him was a virtual figure.
"Bishop?"
Carl raised an eyebrow.
All these years, he had been searching for the Holy Hall Bishop, but the other was too well-hidden, leaving no clues.
Unexpectedly, he t the opponent here.
Although not the real person.
"Carl."
The figure of the Bishop was rely a three-dinsional projection, not the actual body, and the words were pre-set.
However, it was evident.
The other knew Carl would find this place and left a projection.
"There’s no need for you to find , and finding won’t benefit you," the Bishop slowly said:
"In fact, you should thank . If it weren’t for taking a part of the War God’s Divine Rank, you would have likely beco the vessel for the War God’s resurrection."
"If I die at your hand, and the War God’s Divine Rank returns, you will face at least a Sixth Tier Upper God."
"So..."
"Don’t co looking for !"
Carl rubbed his chin, his eyes flickering.
’No wonder the Holy Hall Bishop could always break through early under the suppression of the world’s rules; turns out the War God’s Divine Rank is with him.’
’Is he potentially a Fourth Tier now as well?’
Most likely not!
The Bishop hasn’t expanded his faith, nor experienced fierce battles, so he couldn’t be Fourth Tier.
Otherwise.
He wouldn’t keep running away.
"Hm?"
While pondering, Carl’s eyes moved slightly, a smile appearing on his face:
"The side at Calim is progressing well. Hope to find a way to break my own limitations from there."
He directed a strand of thought towards the Calim Continent, transforming into Lynn and integrating into the Wizard World.
For one,
It’s to have soone ready to respond if things don’t go well here, becoming familiar with the Wizard World’s environnt.
On the other hand,
It’s also to utilize the Wizard World’s resources to improve himself; if Lynn becos stronger, his main body will also beco stronger.
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Vier Town.
Just experienced an Abyssal Demon attack, with half the town’s buildings destroyed, almost turning into ruins.
Even,
One of the three Wizard Towers was damaged.
Fortunately, the Abyssal Demon was finally repelled, and several wizards gathered to discuss subsequent handling matters.
"The cause for this Demon invasion is still unclear. The academy will contact other organizations to demand an explanation from the Abyss Cottage."
The Second Ring Wizard sitting in the center spoke in a low voice:
"A Wizard Tower was destroyed, over a dozen academy apprentices died. This matter will not end here."
"Yes."
Everyone below nodded repeatedly.
"The Wizard Tower needs rebuilding, and Charles can handle it. It was his responsibility to oversee the destroyed tower’s construction."
"No problem," Charles spoke:
"But the reimbursent needs to keep up..."
"Of course."
"Compensation for the deceased apprentices’ families, selling the Demons’ corpses for Magic Stones, providing rewards for participants in the operation..."
...
"By the way."
After addressing the main matters, during idle chat, Charles casually ntioned:
"During this Demon invasion, I noticed an apprentice nad Lynn, with excellent talent."
"He didn’t pass this year’s assessnt for so reason, but his cultivation has reached the level of an Interdiate Wizard Apprentice, with a solid foundation and a strong Fla Affinity."
"What are you implying?" soone frowned:
"With good talent and sufficient cultivation, just let him participate in the retest at the end of the year. Is it possible you want him to join the academy directly?"
"It’s not impossible," Charles chuckled:
"If soone is willing to take him as a disciple, according to academy rules, he can directly join the academy."
"Oh, and!"
"He can also make Silence Potions."
Hm?
Previously, everyone was just listening casually, not paying much attention, but the ability to make Silence Potions piqued quite a few people’s interest.
"I happen to be short of an apprentice," a deep voice rang out:
"Have him co to find ."
"Jito..." The only woman in the room raised an eyebrow at these words, hesitated, and said:
"Since Lynn can make Silence Potions, why not let him stay in Vier Town to help with the town’s reconstruction and return to the academy later?"
"Natalie?" Jito turned and looked at the young wizard before him, his eyes flickering:
"Alright then."
He had already investigated Lynn after receiving Charles’s ssage.
A very ordinary apprentice.
Average talent.
But quite good-looking, and rumored to be under Natalie’s care.
’Regardless of the circumstances, I’m determined to take this apprentice, even if under Natalie’s protection!’
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