Throne of the North.

Chapter 792 The Last Treasure
What kind of power does the Crow Spirit's Blessing possess?
Ryan stared at the tiny point of light at his fingertips, convinced that this was magic.

Have you ever seen magic like this?

Ryan turned to look at Dean Rose beside him, who stared at the magic in his hand and then shook her head.

"Without the aura of elements, what can it do?"

"do not know."

Ryan flicked his fingertips, and the light transformed into flames, which then turned into lightning.

Of course, it was weak enough that it could not even threaten a trainee knight, except to frighten ordinary people.

"I think my magical talent is pretty good right now. How about Archmage McKen tests me again?"

Ryan looked at Archmage McKen, who looked at him with disdain, and then cast a detection spell.

The elemental radiance scale on the magic scale is still not very high, although it seems to be a bit better than before.

like……

Ryan was speechless. The magic in his hand didn't seem to be elemental magic. So, was it psionic magic?

"Never mind, I don't need magic anyway."

"So, what did you gain from this trip?"

Ryan looked at his followers around him; their eyes were far more excited than his own.

“The wizard Keke is incredibly audacious. He attempts to analyze the gods, and I can find a lot of meaning and insights in that.”

Rose spoke, and beneath his feet, the shadow was not human but the shadow of a giant crystal python, circling beneath him, ready to pounce at any moment.

“From the wizard tower of the wizard Keke, I saw his definition of the blood of the gods.”

"The blood of God is not like human blood; what truly proves the blood of God is will and authority."

"His notes mention that if the world were complete, then great gods would surely be born in that world."

"If a world with gods becomes broken and incomplete, then the authority of the gods will also no longer be complete."

"The blood of the gods is the vessel through which the gods are no longer complete. The blood of the gods is separated from the complete world, which also causes the complete gods to lose a part of their authority."

"He will lose a part of his kingdom as a result."

“A portion of the divine authority disappeared in the form of divine blood.”

“It can be blood, or it can be a space, a mountain, a river, or even… a life form that resembles a giant tortoise.”

Ryan understood.

"So you're saying that before becoming the Witch Raven, the Wizard of Keck's true form was actually a part of the god that had been lost?"

"That's what Wizard Keck thinks."

Rose said this, and it was clear that his heart was not at peace. The shadowy python beneath him was coiled around his body, revealing a desire. It was not the python's, but Dean Rose's.

"I wonder if I can do that too."

"Turn into a monster?"

Ryan frowned as he looked at Dean Rose, the head of his alchemy academy. He didn't want her to be a monster, at least not like Wizard Keke, who had lost even his outward human form.

If that's the case, then the alchemists in the alchemy academy in the future will probably all develop in a non-human direction.

"No, it's not that I've turned into a monster."

“The wizard Keck didn’t want that either, but as the first wizard to do it, no one could help him or let him make mistakes.”

“I stand on the shoulders of Wizard Keck, and I can definitely do better than him.”

"The blood of the gods will inevitably corrupt the human body, but I do not want that to happen, so I plan to create the blood of the gods myself."

Beside him, Archmage McKen, who was also trapped by the Northern Warhorse system, had also gained a lot and couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"The blood of God, no matter what, comes from a great being. How do you create it?"

“Mr. McCann, don’t forget who I am.”

Rose laughed and said:
"I am an alchemist."

"The ultimate difference between alchemists and magicians lies in the Philosopher's Stone."

"The Philosopher's Stone can serve as material for all possible and impossible experiments."

"As long as such a thing is possible and reasonable in the extraordinary world, then the Philosopher's Stone can become one of the raw materials for making it, regardless of whether this world has the opportunity to make such a thing."

"The Philosopher's Stone replaces all materials."

"The blood of the gods created in this way will be shaped according to my will, and then I won't need to become a monster."

"And, unfortunately..."

A rhombus-shaped, dark blue crystal appeared in Rose's hand.

"There is actually a Philosopher's Stone in this world. Those ravens must have had some before, but the arrangement of the wizard's array, used to seal and gather the power of [Tai Su] and kill the gods, requires many key places to replace nodes that do not exist with the Philosopher's Stone."

"Those wizards are dead, and we don't know if they can come back to life, but before that happens, they hope that their beliefs and sects can be passed down."

No one around him refuted this, because they had all received gifts from the crows, more or less.

"After I get back, I plan to compile a book on dietary supplements."

Archmage McKen said that Ryan was very interested in this, as he had mentioned before that it was related to the Northern warhorses.

"If the Northern warhorses want to go further and become more special, simply relying on bloodlines from generation to generation is no longer enough. They need to achieve sublimation through their own means."

"Similar to Archduke Meyers' Nightmare Steed?"

"Ah."

"If the Northern Warhorses can continue to improve, and with the strength of your Buck Legion knights, Ryan, we can declare that the Buck Legion has entered the second stage of the extraordinary legions, standing shoulder to shoulder with the six extraordinary legions of the Empire."

"If the Bucks' servants can also undergo some more special form changes, then it's only a matter of time before the Bucks Legion becomes like the Nightmare Knights Legion or the Elemental Legion."

"That is the power that can truly allow the frozen tundra to be passed down indefinitely."

"The year that Grand Duke Rodrigo's elemental legion appeared, all the great nobles of the empire believed that the Rodrigo family would surely be able to live in glory forever, regardless of whether each generation of dukes was wise or capable."

"Once the dietary supplement method is completed, I will also use the magic of the new Northern Warhorse to build a new foundation of magic and have the opportunity to reach the peak of the Saint Realm."

"What about the legend?"

Archmage McCann shook his head.

"Do you really think achieving legendary status is that easy?"

"The world of Mikragard has over a thousand ravens, but no more than thirty of them were ever legendary. This is the accumulation of many years in this world."

"That certainly doesn't sound easy."

The legendary baron, in his early twenties, stroked his chin and said this.

The sea fortresses were broken up into smaller units, but many Raven ships were destroyed in the war. Now, Ryan only has twelve Raven ships under his command, and each one has more or less scars on its surface.

Moreover, because of the deaths of those wizards, these raven ships no longer possessed the vibrant life force that Ryan had initially sensed. He wondered how the ravens had created them in the first place. For Ryan, aside from the fact that the knowledge and power concerning his future extraordinary path and wealth emanating from Dean Rose and Archmage McKen were yet to materialize, the greatest gain was undoubtedly the magic crystal cannons.

In the final, turbulent moment, Ryan couldn't care less about anything else, but he managed to retrieve all the magic crystal cannons.

Brand and his hero-level followers, including Egil, went to great lengths to salvage the magic crystal cannon from the giant raven ship.

"With these things in existence, we don't need to worry too much about the calamities in the North, no matter what they may be."

Ryan patted the round magic crystal cannon with great satisfaction. He planned to install these things on the Northern Wall fortress.

He had not forgotten the calamity the werewolf king spoke of, a calamity deep within the North, the culprit behind the orcs' hasty second full-scale invasion of humanity in a short period.

"Can you feel it?"

Aegir suddenly raised his head, squinting at the sky, while the three white wolves he had summoned beside him also watched the sky warily.

"The world has become cold."

Previously, the seas of Mikragard were calm, but the skies were filled with raging winds. Now, the seas remain as calm as ever, but the suffocating winds in the sky have also subsided. Clear skies should have been what everyone hoped for, but without those winds, some things that should have arrived long ago have appeared without hindrance.

Egil felt a cool sensation on his nose, and when he reached out to touch it, he felt a fine, gritty feeling in the water.

"It's snowflakes."

"This world is growing cold, and the North will eventually engulf it."

Hearing this, Ryan turned around, glanced at the 'sun' at the edge of his vision, and subconsciously said:

"The day it goes out, the world will be plunged into eternal winter."

Mikragard was destined to die. The wizards used boiling magic to give the world a final glimmer of light, but they could not change its ultimate fate.

"Make arrangements to disperse the army across various ships and send them to different seas to search for the last treasure of this world."

"We need to salvage more wealth before the sea freezes over, as the frozen tundra is still very poor."

After Ryan finished speaking, Brand turned and left. Soon after the order was given, more than a dozen Raven ships were refitted.

Ryan rose into the sky, and the legendary knight's voice resounded far and wide.

“You all saw it. The wizards died in the Raven Sun, and before that, they sold all of you to me.”

“From this moment forward, you are my subjects, Ryan Clayton’s subjects. As your lord, I assure you that I will lead you away from this apocalyptic world and onto a land teeming with life.”

"And all you need to do is be absolutely loyal to Ryan."

"Now, I give you Ryan's first order: use the methods you were once good at to bring me the wealth that belongs to this world."

"Used as your final farewell to this world."

"If nothing unexpected happens, you will never return to this world in your lifetime."

No one refuted Ryan's words; they were already used to it. In the past, wizards ruled them, but now they were ruled by humans just like them.

Human beings have a steadfast faith in gods, and the weak's service to the strong is an age-old truth.

Speaking of salvaging the world's wealth, Ryan thought of Liv.

In this world, no one knows better than Liv where the wealth lies and how to salvage the wealth that has sunk into the sea.

The ravens had kept things from Ryan all along, and Ryan's wariness of their terrifying wisdom also influenced him, preventing him from calling Liv back.

Now that everything has settled, Liv should be fine in this world.

Two days later, Liv once again crossed the dimensional gate, stepping onto the raven ship while wearing a heavy fur cloak.

"Familiar feeling."

When I opened my eyes again, the shrewd and cunning captain was back once more, and the raven on my shoulder with its glowing eyes immediately noticed the sun in the distance, which was not in the sky.

It was falling, but the 'sun' that was getting closer and closer to the ocean brought not burning and seawater vaporization, but visible ice.

"This world has become so cold."

It spoke.

Liv was used to this, but she was curious about something else.

"They said all those witch crows are dead, so why aren't you dead?"

"I'm not a wizard."

The crow smacked its lips and said.

"But they are all dead."

Liv asked questions without hesitation, and the crow retaliated with a wink.

“I was born at the same time as you, not them.”

"But why can't I control the storm, just like you?"

"I am smarter than you, and I know more than you."

Liv's eyes widened instantly, and she was about to question why he said that when the footsteps of a knight could be heard in the distance.

"Miss Liv, Lord Ryan requests your presence."

The crow on the shoulder, whose eyes had been gleaming faintly, had returned to its normal appearance, its gaze as lively as that of ordinary birds and beasts, and it no longer uttered a word.

Ryan pointed to the 'sun' in the distance and asked Liv.

How did you react to it?

Liv shook her head. Wasn't she told to come here to make a fortune?
"There's no reaction. Is this the monster created by those ravens? I can't do anything except absorb the magic inside it."

"I'm going to salvage treasure, you have to give me a boat."

Ryan shook his head and said:
"Since you can do it, then there's no need to rush the treasure retrieval."

"How can we not be in a hurry? Time is money, time is wealth!"

"Because time is wealth, you need to try to obtain the power to transcend time from His remains in the last moments of this world."

Ryan turned his head, his eyes filled with disdain.

“You are too weak. You can’t even beat the knights under my command. You can’t make money with this kind of strength on the continent of Norris.”

"You should have already seen it; all the wealth in that world belongs to someone. You can't find wealth just by scooping it up from underwater. So you need to have great power."

Liv was still somewhat reluctant; she preferred salvaging shipwrecks and gold and silver treasures to training herself.

"What does it matter? Wealth can be obtained through trading."

"I do have a talent for this."

Ryan chuckled and replied:
“It matters a lot.”

“If you possess great power, then much of the owned wealth on the continent of Norris can become ownerless.”

"Because they can't refute you."

(End of this chapter)