Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 231 Above the Sky
After nightfall, the three of them sat around in the open space in front of the igloo. Ethan lit a campfire, and the warm firelight dispelled the darkness. Fish were skewered on the simple makeshift barbecue grill. Winter collected wild vegetation from nearby and ground it into seasoning, which he sprinkled on the grilled fish, giving off an enticing aroma.

This was supposed to be a very warm scene, but McCarty was very unhappy.

He kept a sullen look on his face, his expression comparable to those of the demihuman soldiers who had sensed that they were doomed to lose the war.

Not long ago, Ethan put the extra spoils back into the pond. He never expected that his beginner-level fishing skills would be so powerful. He couldn't help but wonder what he could catch at the full level.

It could be a more rare fish, or even a creature beyond the scope of fish such as Boykinosaurus and Gyarados.

Winter explained the principle to him.

The secret of fishing lies in the bait. Her seemingly intimate actions just now were actually part of the teaching. She dyed Ethan with the scent of cherries, and most fish like this fruit.

His success was not the result of luck, but a result based on scientific evidence.

Ethan could only sigh that Winter might be a natural born cat, having inherited the innate skill of catching fish, and she seemed to like eating fish very much. She was in a good mood, humming a little tune and turning the skewered fish from time to time.

The gloomy MacAdrean seemed to be from a different world from them.

The wind was freezing cold by the lake, and the legendary elemental shaper with thick eyebrows and big eyes was filled with sorrow.

This made Ethan feel somewhat magical.

Because according to Kane's theory, the one who appeared before them was not the real Macadelin, but an illusion generated by the memory of Caesaros, the father of war, and was not a real human being.

If the festival is regarded as a large-scale holographic real-life game, then MacAdrean is a BOT at this moment.

A BOT that seems to have independent thinking and consciousness. It not only inherited the hobby of fishing, but also had a sullen face because of the empty air force.

"Mr. Macka, are you worried about something?"

Ethan asked knowingly.

He had noticed that when he caught his seventh big fish, McCarty-Dellin started to act strangely.

"No, it's nothing."

Macka shook his head and tried his best to maintain his dignity. He could not feel the warmth from the campfire at all. He only felt the grilled fish on it was dazzling. As a master in the field of fishing, he was full of confidence when he cast his rod, but was taught a lesson by a novice who had just started fishing.

The lesson was called "Be Moderate to Pride and Impatience," which meant he still had to practice.

He took the initiative to change the subject, "Are you also elemental shapers?"

Both the igloo and the campfire in the open space were products of elemental shaping magic. Macka had been secretly observing the two of them. Their relationship looked like that of a couple in love. At first, he wanted to find some objective and irresistible reasons for his failure, such as the bad feng shui of the lake that restrained him, or there was something wrong with his fishing rod, as it was not the one he used most often.

However, he soon made an unexpected discovery.

He saw how Ethan and Winter used elemental magic.

They skipped the process of chanting and directly achieved the desired result.

Macka had also proposed a corresponding theory in his early years, when he was still obsessed with magic duels. He believed that if one could cast magic without chanting, the overall level of the elemental shaper would be greatly improved.

However, his research failed. Although the theory seemed simple, it was impossible to realize it.

Then, Maika noticed something different about Ethan.

Such a master who is proficient in air element magic, looks very young, but his level has reached the pinnacle. The breeze always surrounds Ethan.

"I am traveling with my wife, hoping to learn more about elemental magic."

Ethan's answer was half true and half false, with just the right amount of regret on his face, "It's a pity that most of the cities I passed by recently were occupied by believers of the old gods, or destroyed in wars."

Hearing this, Lin Dong smiled and turned the grilled fish more quickly.

"Yeah, this damn war."

Mica responded with a feeling.

He was a scholar and never thought that he would become a commander one day and dominate the direction of the war. His hobbies were originally simple. In his spare time after studying elemental magic, he would go fishing and chat with students about life and philosophy, as well as the changes that the old gods and beliefs brought to the world.

Now, more than half of his students had died in the war, and their personal interests had almost been forgotten.

He was already a little tired of it.

Fortunately, not long ago, they finally received some good news.

Kadra's plan went very smoothly. They completed the sealing ceremony and built a barrier in this world that could effectively isolate the old gods from the outside. After cutting off the blessing of faith, the strength of the old gods' supporters was greatly reduced, and good news came from the front battlefields everywhere.

This was the first time that Maika truly felt that the war was about to end.

This is no longer a white lie used to comfort students.

"Would you like to come and take a look at our camp?"

After thinking for a moment, Maca invited the two of them.

As humans and powerful elemental shapers, plus their hobbies of fishing, Maca couldn't think of any reason not to invite the two. He suddenly felt that perhaps everything that happened today was the arrangement of fate, and these two elemental shapers who met by chance would put an end to the troubled times.

More importantly, he has to find a way to get back at his old self in the future.

Maca knew that in Ethan's eyes, he had become a rookie with cool movements and luxurious fishing equipment.

Too many stationery.

This saying used to be popular in the Elemental Shaper Society.

"I can't ask for it."

Ethan did not regard Maca in front of him as an NPC. Although it was an illusion, it was enough to show that the other party, in human form, had left a very deep impression on an old god, who still remembered what he had done to this day.

He was facing one of the greatest elemental shapers in human history.

He ended the War of the Old Gods and established the academy. Judging from his status, Macadelin can be regarded as the ancestor of all elemental shaping magic.

His name was written into the college's history and a statue was erected in his honor.

This is the highest achievement that a human can achieve. To this day, elemental shapers still remember his name, not only because of those great and glorious experiences, but more importantly, one quarter of the spells in the academy textbooks were written by Macka.

The sound of chaotic footsteps interrupted the conversation of the three people, and a group of people wearing the same wizard robes emerged from the shadows.

"McKa, you actually sneaked in here!"

The leader was an elder who looked much older than Maca. He had a head full of white hair, a beard and glared, "At this point, you still have the time to fish!"

Macka's face froze, and he quietly introduced them, "He is my teacher *#*, a highly respected elemental shaper."

When the teacher's name was mentioned, his introduction suddenly turned into unintelligible babble.

Ethan guessed that this was probably because these "NPCs" failed to leave an impression on Caesaros at the beginning and were not worthy of being remembered by an old god.

This world is an illusion woven by Caesarus, and He cannot create anything He does not know.

What's more, Caesaros's mind had disappeared long ago, and what was left here was just an empty shell used to maintain the existence of the illusion world and supply energy to believers.

"Have you forgotten what day it is today?"

Seeing the grilled fish on the skewers, the elder was even more furious. "Fishing, fishing, you spend the whole day thinking about these little tricks. Even if you catch so many fish, what good will it do?"

Macka was trying to argue, but the teacher's words were like a knife stabbing into his chest.

Ethan looked at Maca who put on the mask of pain again, and felt that the teacher was worthy of being a teacher. A random word could cause real harm to the students.

"Old man, you misunderstood."

What Ethan didn't expect was that Winter, who usually didn't like to get involved in irrelevant conversations, actually took the initiative to stand up and speak for justice.

Is it...

Just like the Knight of the Round Table Palansi to the other side, Maca, as the founder of the academy, is actually the senior whom Winter has always respected?
Looking back, Winter vaguely mentioned Macadelin when they were in Riverwood Town. She believed that only the great men who founded the academy in the first generation could have higher attainments in the field of elemental shaping than her.

Of course, the focus of her words at that time was not to emphasize the power of the "ancient wizard", but to clarify her identity as the "strongest in modern times" so that Ethan could learn from her good teacher with confidence.

Ethan felt that this kind of mentality was actually human nature. It was just like when he was playing games, he also respected the top players in the professional field.

I just didn't expect that the cold cat also has...

"My husband caught these. MacArthur-Dellin--"

This resounding sentence shocked everyone instantly. It not only interrupted Ethan's thoughts, but also made the aggressive elder fall into silence.

Everyone saw that Maca's face turned pale and blue.

Ethan couldn't help but sympathize with Maika, and felt ashamed for misunderstanding Winter.

She is a natural born witch. The "attack" she just performed was smooth and flowing. While breaking through Maca's defense, she seemed to be ready to kill.

This overly cruel scene awakened the elder's compassion.

McCarty was his student, a child he had watched grow up.

Although he was dissatisfied with his many eccentric behaviors, it did not prevent him from always silently paying attention to the student's growth and being proud of his achievements today.

He certainly knew that his students had not touched his favorite fishing rod for a long time because of the war.

The elder really couldn't understand why such a cute little girl like Winter would say such cruel words.

From her ruthless words, it can be seen that she must be proficient in ice magic.

"Let's go back."

After a long while, the elder gently said to Macka, whose hair was already disheveled by the wind, "You must know that there are eight out of ten things in life that are not satisfactory, and the same is true for fishing."

What could be worse than attempting to show one's holiness before a beginner, only to be repeatedly humiliated by the beginner in return?

That is, his Air Force affairs were known by more than a dozen people.

There are still people in the team who don't get along with him, and it won't be long before this matter spreads among the elemental energy shapers.

Maca thought this was one of the darkest days in his life. As usual, his fortune would rebound, but he never expected that it had the potential to continue to fall to the bottom.

At the same time, he vaguely suspected that Winter was not a good person and might even be a believer of the old gods.

Only followers of the old gods could do such a cruel thing.

With mixed feelings, everyone returned to the elemental shapers' camp, which was located deep in the jungle. A magic barrier was set up outside for camouflage. Small teams of elemental shapers patrolled in groups of two or three. Ethan learned from others that they were now homeless and could not leave any fixed targets for the Old Gods' followers. They could only keep changing their bases and station in secret places. These were all lessons learned through blood and tears.

The followers of the hunting goddess Cynthia took on the task of relocating the camp, and the five huge transport monsters were provided by the hunters.

However, in this era, the leaders of those paths have not yet become recognized gods. At least the elemental shapers only regard them as leaders of the allies, with a status equivalent to that of Macadelin.

However, the solemn atmosphere did not last long.

Ethan saw a somewhat familiar figure walking out of the crowd.

With a tall figure, silver-white knight armor, and a silver-white shining sword lingering around his body, this resolute knight walked quickly towards Maca, and before he could open his mouth, he gave Maca a powerful hug.

"McKa, I know everything about your Air Force affairs. Don't be too sad. Everything will be fine."

From the familiar energy, Ethan determined the identity of the knight.

Lord Knight.

One of the most important gods of the future empire.

When the other side broke his oath, he, as the attending physician, had a small friction with the Lord Knight.

It was obvious that the Lord Knight was not good at comforting people. His encouragement had the opposite effect and added more pepper powder to the bloody wound in Maca's heart.

Moreover, he was a man of action and did not intend to give Maca a chance to be sentimental, so he said, "I have news about Kadra."

This is probably the important matter that the elder mentioned.

The two Allied leaders met here and brought news of another leader. If it were included in the history books, this would have become an extremely important historical event.

However, given Ethan and Winter's identities, they naturally could not be allowed to attend such an important meeting. The Lord Knight helped the sad Maca into the commander's tent, and they were arranged to a temporary residence. The elemental shapers built a tree house here. This was also the first time in Ethan's life that he lived in a tree.

Through the window, you can have a panoramic view of everything in the camp.

However, he couldn't find the entrance to the magic network in the camp.

In fact, he had no complete concept of the magic network. He only learned some related information from the Mage Tower. As for how to enter and use it, it became a taboo due to the "magic addiction" at the end of the First Era, and all the documents and materials were destroyed.

At that time, McAdellin had been ill for a long time and the college had changed many presidents.

“Try meditation.”

Winter suddenly suggested. She could guess what Ethan was thinking at the moment.

Who makes her Ethan's wife?

She benefited greatly from Ethan's introduction just now, and she has been in a good mood until now.

"The concept of meditation has existed since the first elemental shapers appeared. It is a way for humans to establish a connection with nature."

Winter said, "Perhaps this is how the first people discovered the magic network."

"You mean 'discover'?"

Ethan asked.

"Of course, human power cannot create a miracle of this level."

Although throughout history there have always been some unscrupulous elemental shapers or magicians who wish to take credit for great achievements, they have all ultimately failed without exception.

"This question is like the relationship between humans and natural elements. The general theory now holds that natural elements were born before humans and have almost the same lifespan as this world. Humans are just a special group in a long span of time."

Historians believe that this world existed long before the age of the old gods, possibly longer than the history of humanity itself.

The only problem is that the Age of the Old Gods has been completely changed by the war, and it is difficult for them to find historical evidence from a land that has been destroyed. In fact, they cannot even define the appearance of the Age of the Old Gods. All human beings’ current understanding of that era is concentrated in the darkest end.

However, before that, humans had lived in "harmony" with the old gods for a long time.

Therefore, historical research can only become a game of imagination.

How did the first human being come into being?
How did the old gods appear?
Scholars have been arguing about this issue in almost every era, but there is still no clear conclusion.

"This is a good opportunity. I think the Old Gods are the ones who understand the existence of the Magic Network the best, and Macadelin can only be regarded as the best developer and user of the Magic Network."

This may not be the true appearance of the magic network, but rather Caesaros's own understanding of natural elements.

"Let me try."

Ethan nodded and slowly closed his eyes.

The last time he did this was in the Mage Tower. When he opened his eyes, he appeared in the "Elemental Magic Academy", a place full of youthful atmosphere.

He encountered a wind element dressed in a high school girl's uniform, but it was obvious that was definitely not what the magic network and elemental spirit really looked like.

His sight cut into darkness, and the wind elements around him became stronger and stronger, until a burst of thunder woke him up, followed by heavy rain.

He also heard the sound of rough waves.

When he came to his senses, he was already at the edge of the cliff.

This is a solitary rock in the sea. It is difficult to explain its existence through geographical knowledge. The sound of surging water comes from under the rock.

It was a huge whirlpool. In front of it, the human body was as small as an insect.

The blue-haired girl stood in front of him.

"There's nothing here."

This time, she took the initiative to speak.

This is indeed the case. There are no other elemental shapers, no continents, city-states or civilizations, only an empty ocean. Perhaps in the depths of the vortex there will be sea beasts of the same size as Eliom.

The blue-haired girl didn't seem to like this place.

"Is this the magic web?"

Ethan was a little confused.

There was only a solitary rock and a whirlpool here, and then there was the endless sea. He really couldn't figure out how to develop and utilize this place.

"No." The blue-haired girl shook her head, "He doesn't understand the magic network. This is the world in His eyes."

"You mean the world before civilization."

Ethan thought thoughtfully.

"Look, the sky."

The blue-haired girl pointed to the sky.

Ethan looked up and saw something looming in the azure sky. Logically, human vision was not enough to penetrate the clouds and see what was beyond the sky. Modern experience told him that there was a universe above the sky. He didn't know whether he was still on Earth or not, but no matter what, there was still vast space outside this planet.

This is almost a deeply rooted attempt of modern people, but at this moment, Ethan's common sense was broken.

What lies above the firmament is not the universe, but some gigantic, almost living, wriggling objects, so large that it is difficult to imagine their entirety.

Perhaps only when the first rocket breaks through the clouds will they be able to understand the truth about the "universe".

But the elemental elves seem to be very resistant to the existence above the sky.

Just like the blue-haired girl, this time she no longer shyly hid behind Ethan as usual, but stood in front of him, posing as if she wanted to create someone.

She was watching out for something overhead.

Ethan couldn't describe in words what he was witnessing at the moment. Once the truth spread, it would become everyone's inner fear.

Time passed by minute by minute, and he vaguely felt that the existence above the sky was also observing him, which gave Ethan a wonderful idea.

Maybe this isn't Earth.

Therefore, what lingers outside the planet is not the universe, but the plane where the old gods exist.

When I visited Lao An before, there was also a vast sea of ​​stars above my head.

"Sen, go back."

The blue-haired girl warned him, "Don't come again."

Meanwhile, another conversation was in full swing, and in the commander's tent, MacAdrean welcomed an old friend.

His teacher also left, leaving the tent to the two of them.

This was a secret meeting.

"Khadra asked me to bring you some news about them."

The Lord Knight straightened his face.

This was his style of doing things, swift and decisive, skipping the drawn-out small talk.

"You mean the sealing technique? I heard your plan went well."

"To be precise, it is the origin of the Sealing Technique. This spell was not invented by Khadra, and of course it has nothing to do with them. They would not create a spell to seal themselves."

The Lord Knight paused, "That is an even older being, and they came here for this reason."

There was total silence in the tent.

McCarty-Dellin pondered the staggering amount of information contained in that one sentence.

It seemed that this was the result of his friends' archaeological research. As far as he knew, Kadra had been conducting archaeological activities all over the world. He believed that this would help them obtain more information.

"Why did you send this message to me specifically?"

He soon realized something was wrong.

"Because... he's one of you."

The Lord Knight said, "Or rather, your ancestors."

(End of this chapter)