"Hmm, let’s rena it to the Void Realm." After pondering for a long ti, Lor ca up with this na.
The na carries great weight, definitely more than the current small Second Ring Defense Witchcraft can bear.
But in the future, he will continuously strengthen this Second Ring Defense Witchcraft until its power matches the na.
With the na decided, Lor closed his eyes and began to re-deduce the molecular intersection between the Adaptive Rock Barrier and Thick Earth Shield.
The spaceship didn’t rush straight to the center of the volcanic group but kept circling its outskirts.
This is sothing he’s always insisted on doing—to maintain the disguise thoroughly.
Ti flew by like a shuttle, and four months passed quickly.
"Finally completed the deduction at the last mont." Lor opened his eyes, with a touch of joy in his gaze.
He took out parchnt and pen from the Space Ring, docunting each intersection he deduced, then divided them into 150 serial numbers, noting the performance after each successful experint.
Then, he took out the Continent Communication Board, connected to Kateya’s signal, and a light screen appeared before him almost instantly.
"Lord Lor." On the light screen, Kateya bowed to Lor, "Do you have any instructions?"
"Find one hundred and fifty apprentices and complete this experint." Lor placed the parchnt with the serial numbers in front of the Continent Communication Board.
"Understood." On the other side of the communicator, Kateya imdiately took out paper and pen and started recording the contents of the parchnt.
Five minutes later, Kateya looked up after finishing the record and asked, "I have noted everything; do you have any other instructions?"
"Nothing else, just inform quickly once the experint is completed." Lor shook his head and directly closed the light screen.
Over these three years, most of his witchcraft experints were hosted by Kateya, and as long as his deductions were correct, the experints progressed smoothly.
Whether it was personnel allocation, apprentice sequence coordination, or replication of Witchcraft Models, everything was error-free, fast and stable.
I must say, this young lady is truly ticulous in her work, saving him a lot of ti.
Of course, things should also be going well with the ntor; although he hasn’t been to the territory these years, the allocation of apprentices hasn’t dwindled at all.
"Perhaps I should take a trip to the territory first?" Lor pondered, "Maybe the task assigned to during the early Abyssal War is to guard my own territory?"
Unlike the Temple Knights who spare civilians and hunt Wizard Apprentices, and even Official Wizards.
The ghastly things in the Abyss favor human souls the most, and ordinary people are the cradle for Wizard Apprentices, the foundation for the furtherance of the Wizard Civilization.
Small-scale ordinary people deaths are not concerning to the wizards, but no wizard can tolerate large-scale ordinary people deaths.
Thus, he decided to visit and familiarize himself with the territory.
Having made up his mind, Lor imdiately ordered the spaceship to turn and head north of the volcano.
There lies a vast human kingdom nad ’Gray Rock Kingdom’.
The Gray Rock Kingdom spans three thousand kiloters east to west and over twelve hundred miles north to south.
Though incomparable to empires, it is a notable realm on Betula Continent.
"Whoosh—"
The spaceship cut through the clouds as it advanced, flying northward for about a day and a half, passing several human kingdoms, duchies, and finally arriving at the Gray Rock Kingdom’s territory.
Lor activated the spaceship’s panoramic mode, lowered his gaze to observe the passing villages, towns, and cities, his brows slightly furrowing.
He saw poor-clad people laboring endlessly in the fields with slow efficiency.
Witnessed the nobles indulging luxuriously in dayti banquets, reveling excessively.
Everything seemingly unchanged from the era of divine rule.
Throughout the past decade, wizards have maintained the ruling inertia of the divine era.
Only taking what they need, providing so protection, and letting things develop as they will.
"This can’t go on." Lor mused, "After the Abyssal War, changes must be made."
Wizards need more ordinary people, more Wizard Apprentices born from ordinary people, and more genius apprentices from whom complete theories, Witchcraft Models and Limit Breaks can be derived.
Everything hinges on the foundation of ordinary people.
Right now, however, nobles, grand dukes, kings, and emperors sit high above, enjoying everything.
The lives of commoners are bitter beyond words, with a shockingly high child mortality rate.
Previously, they relied on faith in the dead gods to persist and live.
Now, this faith shifts to the Faith Wizards, these beliefs are sowhat beneficial to the lower-ring wizards.
But for the Fourth Ring and Fifth Ring, aside from adding a smidge of sustained combat capability, it’s of little use.
"If the players of this world cannot descend, the system must rapidly change, there’s little developnt ti left for the Wizard World."
Lor’s eyes glimred with unease, "The tide of planar wars is about to rise; I must unlock the fetters to let the wisdom of Wizard Civilization bloom in the endless planes, otherwise..."
In his previous life, the presence of players greatly enhanced the developnt of Wizard Civilization through the spacious Witchcraft Positions.
Allowing Wizard Civilization to secure a ticket to the Great Scourge Era, upon which the splendor of Wizard Civilization was built.
This life, the ergence of players is a mystery, highly likely they won’t descend, solutions must be devised for change.
But all this must wait until the Abyssal War is over, for if he encounters an accident in the Abyssal War, none of these plans will matter.
"Whoosh—"
Just as Lor piloted the spaceship across over a thousand miles, about to reach the capital of Gray Rock Kingdom, the Continent Communication Board in the Space Ring suddenly echoed.
His Spiritual Power extended into the Space Ring, retrieving the Communication Board.
To find the communication coming from Kateya.
"Could the witchcraft experint be completed? I wonder if there were any errors this ti." Lor’s eyebrows raised, imdiately choosing to connect.
"Lord Lor, it’s a success."
On the other side of the light screen, Kateya’s face was filled with joy, with an undeniable hint of shock between her brows, "This ti, all experints succeeded without a single failure."
This, being a Fusion Witchcraft Experint, is a pioneer charging towards unknown paths.
Other wizards typically fail hundreds or thousands of tis before experiencing a slight advancent.
Yet Lord Lor achieved success repeatedly over these three years—utterly unbelievable.
Granted, this ti’s successful experints included familiar elents, as if they’ve been tried before, but she dismissed it as an illusion, for Lord Lor surely wouldn’t engage in aningless endeavors.
"Alright, I understood." Lor said with a smile, "You should take a good rest for a few days."
He had anticipated this success since most intersections were previously verified.
This redo was rely for precaution.
Because no one can guarantee that modifying later intersections wouldn’t cause problems upfront.
"Understood." Kateya responded, and the light screen disappeared accordingly.
"I can proceed with Fusion Witchcraft, initiating Limit Break again." Anticipation flickered in Lor’s eyes, as he stopped the spaceship, closed his eyes, and began the final step of fusion.
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