I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 321 321. Ether "vegetative"

Sun City.

William sat at his desk. The morning sun shone into this simple room. He couldn't help but squint his eyes, as if he was a little uncomfortable with the bright sunlight.

My eyes feel a little sore after staying up all night.

He sighed softly and glanced at the news on the battle report:
"Another city has been captured."

There had been more and more good news like this recently. The Holy See and the Earth Mother Church, which had seemed to him to be shining with eternal light, were now like building blocks washed away by water, crumbling.

It was incredibly smooth.

According to the news coming from the Holy See of Light and the Church of Mother Earth, the gifts from the gods are becoming less and less, and even some low-level priests are unable to perform their magic successfully.

"It looks like the war is almost over."

When William thought of this, he felt joy from the bottom of his heart.

During these six years, he was thinking all the time about how to coordinate the increasingly large army and various factions, which was not an easy task.

Honestly speaking, even with the oracle and blessing, he could not defeat the bishops of the Goddess of Wisdom and the God of War on a real battlefield; any wizard from Star Town or apprentice from Reef Island could crush them in magic; and his combat skills were even more appalling.

But even so, he still sat firmly in this position, and everyone would obey his orders and support him - he knew very well that this was partly due to his strong logistical supply capabilities, and the other part was due to the lord of the Hanjiao.

He knew very well that he was pushed into this position, but so what? Too many people were crushed in the frenzy of war and were not even dust.

It is really incredible to be the leader of the coalition and to leave a legend in the songs of bards.

Now that this job was about to end, all he could think about was that after it was over, he could finally work on infrastructure with Teacher Jamie to atone for the sins caused by this war.

Thinking of this, he put away all the battle reports on the table, opened the door and left his residence, and came to the Sun City construction site where a large-scale construction was underway.

High-rise buildings are slowly rising from the ground. Various magical plants on the earth are using their power to awaken the soil and deep rocks. After a series of magical processing, it is equivalent to "growing" buildings from the earth.

Before the buildings can grow, they have to lay all kinds of pipes, the druids have to work hard to make the magic plants grow, and they have to build defense facilities to isolate them from prying eyes, as well as the most important city mobile array...

It is called the City of the Sun, but in fact it is a huge military camp, and a mobile one at that. It can move at any time as the army moves out and provide logistical support.

Not only does it have to satisfy the needs of extraordinary beings such as knights, warriors, mages, but it also has to satisfy all the housing needs of elves, mermaids, dwarves, and orcs... He couldn't help but sigh that it was fortunate that he had the little blue cat Dora and the "unknown construction worker".

Otherwise it would be really difficult to build such a city, not to mention the infrastructure work on the villages and cities occupied along the way - in fact, he didn't quite understand why Cloa required so many resources to restore the areas destroyed by war and locust plagues.

Just like he never thought that he could really defeat the Church of Light and the Church of Mother Earth, wouldn't these places still be occupied by them? Wouldn't their infrastructure projects be cheapened by those "servants" of God?

In his opinion, if he really wanted to strike a severe blow to the Holy See of Light and the Church of Mother Earth, he must burn down all the cities to make the despicable gods feel pain.

But when he told his doubts to the little blue cat Dora, Dora looked at him for a long time with a very strange look.

"You've really grown."

Before he could be happy, Dora said again: "It makes me feel strange too."

At that moment his heart was gripped tightly.

"Where do you live?" Dora asked. "When you escape the flames of war, but find that the city where your ancestors have lived for generations has been burned down, how do you survive?"

The little blue cat pointed to his pocket with his paw: "Do they have this?"

Of course William couldn't answer - he was terrified. He didn't know why he had become like this, causing countless ordinary people to die because of the war.

Then what is the point of such a war?
From the moment he said without hesitation that he wanted to burn the city to the ground, a huge gulf was created between him and ordinary people, an unbridgeable gap.

Even now when he thought about it, he felt his heart was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

He felt that if he could not restore the land after it had been ravaged by war, he would be unworthy of his ordinary background!
So he immediately began to inspect the construction site with great enthusiasm, carefully checking every detail, trying to nip all uncertainties and ambiguities in the bud.

By the time he finished inspecting all the areas, it was already noon.

"Let's go check out the lab."

He was not hungry. After thinking about it, he instinctively reached out to touch the pocket on his stomach - that was the "spare pocket" given to him by the little blue cat. It was said that it was connected to the pocket of the little blue cat.

But he had never taken out any props he had never seen before, so he could only get basic props such as "Anywhere Door", "Memory Bread", "Gourmet Tablecloth", etc.

Although there is still a small gap compared to the cat that can easily take out a huge golem, these basic magical props make him feel quite incredible.

He took out the pink wooden door and gently pushed it open.

On the other side of the door is a laboratory filled with crystal columns.

Some strange wolves, like those on paper and outlined with simple lines, are running here, and some delicate moss can be found every time they run.

That's blue-purple moss.

"Mr. William."

The master of the laboratory, an apprentice named Mir, noticed his arrival and said, "Our experiment is not yet fully completed. You are a little early."

At this moment, Mil was wearing a pure white wizard robe. Logically speaking, a robe of this color should be very holy, but for some reason, there was always a gloomy feeling on him.

Even William, who was used to seeing broken limbs and bloody battlefields, was a little afraid, so he naturally showed a perfect smile on his face: “I want to come and see your experiment.

After all, you don't have Lord Croix's permission."

This is a bit meaningful - the Ether Mage, that is, the plan to train ordinary people into mages is actually a bit cruel.

As the war progressed, more and more "victims" were discovered. They were no longer limited to some mines that had deep contact with the earth, but these special beings appeared even in ordinary towns and cities.

After learning that there were so many prisoners, Mir took the initiative to rush over and, with Talling's permission, asked William to provide him with enough prisoners for the experiment.

William was reluctant to agree at first, but Talling's permission was equivalent to Cloya's permission in a sense, but he still felt that something was wrong without Cloya's direct order.

So basically I have to come here in person every few days to prevent Mil from turning those already pitiful people into experimental subjects and a pile of cold corpses.

Fortunately, Mir also knew that it was okay to conduct experiments and it was also okay to voluntarily participate in experiments, but if they were really so cruel as to use human lives to pile up experimental results...

Well, the day that Cloa comes out will be the day he dies.

Mir's expression remained unchanged, "But with the permission of Lord Tarling."

"You know, if Lord Tarling can agree, Lord Kloya should be able to agree as well."

He said this and made a gesture of invitation.

William followed immediately, and the two of them walked inside the laboratory and saw young boys and girls standing in line with their upper bodies exposed, preparing to be vaccinated with the ether moss.

Each of them looked in very good spirits, with no signs of malnutrition or sallow complexion, and their eyes were full of eager anticipation.

Here, in this laboratory, they could become mages, could rebel against their enslavers, could make the high priests and gods above them taste failure - that was enough.

"The Orpheus family provided us with ten swan recorder trees." Mir pointed to the trees that were using music to control magic and plant moss on people's wounds and said, "This is the first step. Master Cloya's music can suppress the restlessness of the wounds and accept more moss."

He led William forward, passing the people who were excitedly waiting to receive the moss, and came to the second step area - "People who have been inoculated with moss will enter a huge lotus that shines with light blue starlight to hibernate. The duration of the hibernation depends on when they can completely adapt to the skyrocketing magic power."

Mir said with emotion: "These lotus flowers are very strange. They can actually absorb the concept of pain - it seems that pain is also a kind of desire."

"Pain? Desire?" William suddenly felt that his knowledge was insufficient, and looked into the distance with surprise.

The surfaces of those huge lotus flowers, which were as tall as two people, were faintly shining with extremely complex magic patterns, flickering slowly like breathing, and occasionally flashes of red flames could be seen passing by.

"In the abyss, pain is also a desire."

Mir explained: "This is also thanks to the priests of the Maiden of Pain. It was they who 'friendly' responded to the 'invitation' of the fallen angels and handed over the magic of transforming pain into pleasure."

"..."

William knew that the Maiden of Pain was a lesser-known god in the lower planes. Her priests would cut their own bodies under the dim and lightless moon, using their bodies and pain to please their god.

But isn't that divine magic?
Why can you obtain other people's magic so easily? Can't you just snatch it away in a war?
But Mil really didn't know about this. In order not to affect his image, he simply pretended not to hear it and quickly took William across this area to the third, which was the largest area.

There are an exaggerated number of crystal pillars here. Next to each crystal pillar is a petri dish with various magical plants planted in it.

There are text and video introductions next to each magic plant, and many people who have completed the second step are now selecting them.

"Those who have accepted the etheric magic moss and are able to endure the pain it brings should choose their favorite magic plant here and plant the seeds of the magic plant into their wounds."

Mir randomly pointed at a boy with an illusory, light golden sunflower growing on his back and said, "That is the offspring of Mr. Sunflower. Its power is healing and protection."

The young man in the distance was gently stroking the sunflower that was growing in the hideous wound and was surrounded by blue-purple glow and golden halo.

The product of the perfect combination of nature and magic grew on the hideous wound, like a flower blooming in the ruins, showing off its existence to the whole world.

In fact, this is quite curious. Why would such plants grow inside the human body? Even druids would at most stuff some soil and plant some plants in their hair, but this one grows directly in the flesh and blood.

But William did not feel it was scary, instead he felt it was beautiful.

There was more beyond—armor woven from vines growing from the body, surrounded by bright red roses in full bloom, wings formed from white feather grass behind, pea-shaped cannons and gun muzzles.

It is not only beautiful, but also represents powerful magic plants one after another. Those magic plants have appeared frequently in wars, leaving the paladins and war priests of the Holy See of Light and Mother Earth helpless.

Mir had a smug look on his face: "This is the masterpiece I have completed so far."

"Let the wounds bloom and let the pain become nourishment."

As his voice sounded, his white robe, which William had never changed as far as he could remember, was suddenly pushed open from underneath, and dark purple vines grew out of it.

Each one is wrapped with a tool, such as a knife, fork, wrench, beaker, test tube, staff... Anyway, as long as it has appeared in evil stories, Mil's vines have it.

"..."

"What are you going to do?"

Looking at it this way, it just looked like a weird wizard surrounded by countless tentacles. William was no longer nervous at first, but now he became nervous again.

Could this guy be addicted to research and want to do research on me as well?
"Oh." Mir said nonchalantly, "I was a little too excited. You know, they can feel my excitement."

The flower vines slowly retracted, but there were so many of them that they inevitably lifted up the white robe again when they retracted. This time, William keenly saw Mil's body - it had been completely crystallized.

He wisely did not bring up the topic: "What is the magic power level of these ether mages? When can they be put into battle?"

"It depends on what magic plant you choose and how much ether magic moss you accept." Mir's face turned a little ugly when he mentioned this: "If you accept too much ether magic moss, it will affect the stability of your body structure and turn your body into magic crystal completely.

In this case, the flesh and blood will be the "nutrients" absorbed by the magic plants. Theoretically, the more flesh and blood there are, the more powerful magic plants can be absorbed.

But you will also lose yourself more quickly and become less human.”

——Some of his friends, who were among the first batch of prisoners who arrived at Hanjiao Island, were completely crystallized. Powerful magic power flowed in their blood vessels, and their bones and flesh turned into magic crystals.

Is that really still human?
As time went by, he hoped more and more that Lord Croa would show up soon. He really had too many questions he wanted to ask, and his companions... didn't even have a way to enter Valhalla and Eden.

But Lord Croa did not come out. The only message he conveyed was the four words "end the war" that the mermaid prince brought.

Mil sighed slightly, glanced at the change in William's expression, and did not mention the matter again. Instead, he took out his staff and tapped it lightly.

"Take a look."

“This is what’s going to happen.”

The ground changed rapidly. The crystal ground turned into a screen. The shadow of a city appeared inside. It was the city used by the Holy See of Light to store "forbidden weapons" and "apocrypha".

The so-called forbidden weapons are some creations of the demons in the lower planes, as well as powerful magic props and sealed monsters made by wizards. The Apocrypha is similar to the "Buried Magic" obtained by Cloya.

Such an important place is of course heavily guarded.

"You let these ether mages attack this city?" William knew what Mir meant at a glance and said in shock, "There are three bishops and a legendary cardinal in charge here!"

But his shock had not yet ended, as he saw a group of about three hundred people with various magical plants growing on their bodies coming to the outside of the city.

Immediately afterwards, magical lights of various colors flashed, and the leader among them had bubbles of platinum light rippling on his body, and he took all the attacks with ease.

Even legendary magic can be blocked with ease.

With such an indestructible shield, others could cast magic at will - sunlight rays, feather shots, lightning storms, and extreme cold storms...

In just a moment, this place became a chaotic place shrouded in magic. The white towers and bright statues were suppressed and destroyed in the light of magic.

The angry bishops and cardinals violently cast more divine spells, which then attracted more counterattacks - among them, there was a white fluffy mushroom that seemed to be able to reflect the attacks of divine spells.

"..."

William's first reaction was: "Didn't you say you wouldn't interfere in this war head-on? Is this really okay?"

Hanjiao Island has never explicitly intervened in the war. Even though it sent out construction team apprentices and the Magic Plant Corps, they were basically just cooperating.

And now they are taking the initiative to attack?
"Not only us." Mir shook his head: "William, the weak Holy See of Light and the Church of Mother Earth are like a piece of fat meat.

Unknown to you, the gods are also fighting, and there is even a senior who has returned from the astral realm."

William frowned: “Why don’t I know?”

"This is what Lord Croa once told me, and it was also passed on by Prince Treden."

"He promised you that you would live well. Now you have done enough. The remaining matters should be discussed and concluded with higher-ups."

"His intervention now is to give you as many options as possible."

Mir patted William on the shoulder: “I envy you.”

The wizard in the white robe staggered away, leaving William alone, staring at the scene below his feet in a daze.

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