Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 287 The Veil of the Exalted
Above, in the sky, Ritas attacked him without saying a word, without even uttering a sound.

Maintaining an expression of neither joy nor sorrow, Susora calmly maneuvered the enormous airship, dodging the attacks.

With its propulsion nozzles fully open once again without any reservation, the Ideal Core, without the World Tree "holding it back," displayed a speed unimaginable for its enormous size.

In the sky, even faint afterimages could be seen.

“It’s a real shame, Professor Elson. I thought you would understand my noble mission. As expected, ‘you’ are still bound by emotions.”

Susola shook his head and said.

Ritas, however, could sense that the "you" the sage spoke of did not refer to him and Livis, but to a much broader group.

For example, all of humanity.

“I didn’t make this choice because I wanted to help the teacher.”

Ritas's response made Livis, who was watching from the sidelines, raise an eyebrow slightly.

From beginning to end, Livis never "invited" Ritas. Therefore, when Ritas used her power to barge into this final battlefield, her attitude and stance as her "beloved disciple" were already quite clear.

However, even though she was fully aware of these things, she wasn't particularly bothered by them. But Livis still disliked her disciple cutting ties with her in front of acquaintances.

"It's just a matter of choosing the best order."

Ritas did not hold back in explaining his reasons for taking action.

Now that things have developed to this point, he must make enemies of the two wise men and force them to retreat in order to achieve his goal.

However, it would be unwise to wage war against both of them at the same time.

For the two sages, the difference between one or two opponents, or even a thousand or ten thousand, is irrelevant to the immense power they possess.

But for Ritas, who had to give up everything just to barely survive on this battlefield, the difference was significant.

Even if the two sages don't seem to have a preference for dealing with one of them first, what appears to be a three-way battle will actually turn into him being surrounded and brutally beaten by the two sages.

Therefore, Ritas was able to take the initiative into his own hands.

He knows his teacher very well.

Whether out of arrogance or the pleasure of watching an entertaining performance, as long as he takes the lead in engaging the "Pioneer," the "Tree Witch" will surely remain out of confidence and watch them settle their score from the sidelines.

"Moreover, is Mr. Susola's so-called mission really that noble?"

The Ideal Core circled rapidly around the pseudo-World Tree giant. The pseudo-World Tree giant, attempting to strike the airship, swung its whip-like arms haphazardly, displaying its clumsiness.

Given the speed of the enormous airship, if it decides to escape, Ritas probably has no way to stop or catch it.

However, the energy orb that could fulfill Susora's wish was gathered below this area of ​​the sky. Therefore, to avoid straying too far, Livis took the opportunity to begin her "creation." Susora could only risk remaining within the attack range of Ritas and the pseudo-World Tree giant.

"Why would you ask such a question? Does Professor Elson believe I'm weaving lies, that all my actions are for the sake of the 'inhabitants' of this world in the future—"

Even though Susora's level of understanding is very high, and most of the world's words sound like child's jokes to him, he doesn't take them to heart at all. But that doesn't mean he will accept unfounded doubts.

"Then, Mr. Susora, if you obtain that pure and vast amount of energy below, will your 'Future Forge' be able to create magic crystals out of thin air?"

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Susola fell silent. Because Ritas had completely grasped the sophistry hidden within his "noble" words.

"Even if success is not guaranteed, Mr. Susora would not come here alone to try to push this forward, even with only a 50% success rate. Since the depletion of magic crystals will affect the whole world, as long as there is a high enough chance of success, countless people will be willing to accompany the 'pioneers' on the right path and give their all for it."

Ritas gave Susora no chance to defend himself, and instead continued to question him.

"So, this is merely a low-stakes attempt, and what will be the consequences of failure? To condense the magical particles drifting throughout the world into magic crystals—just how immense a power is needed to do that? And if it fails, will this region still exist if that power explodes?"

"As long as we can eventually find a way to create magic crystals, all the sacrifices will be worthwhile!"

The "pioneer," whose face revealed a hint of ferocity, finally showed his true colors.

"Worth it? Perhaps it is for you, because the inhabitants of this world who you say will despair because of the depletion of magic crystals have never been 'humans'!"

Ritas's sharp words completely tore away all of Susora's pretense.

At this moment, the sage Susora before them was a magical artifact who had completely abandoned his former identity, both in body and mind.

He is a completely new race, distinct from humans and all other races that have ever existed in this world.

As a magical being, Susora would revere those above herself and those above her race, but she would never revere "humans".

Therefore, he regarded Erles Academy as an experimental field where failure or huge costs were acceptable, as long as valuable data could be obtained.

"Moreover, no one can guarantee that the 'magical particles' in the world are infinite. Therefore, using magical particles to create magic crystals is nothing more than disassembling the left hand and attaching it after losing the right hand. Only a magical doll whose body parts can be disassembled at will would find such a solution feasible."

After a long silence from Susola, countless dark cannon muzzles suddenly appeared on the deck and hull of the Ideal Core.

"Whoosh~ You've even torn off the fig leaf from your old face, you old thing."

In the sky, Livis whistled and said gleefully,

"Ever since we were little, no one has ever been able to beat you at arguing. But you should also know this, right, my dear student? Simply winning an argument never solves anything—"

On the other side of the sky, opposite Livis who was speaking leisurely, Ritas and the pseudo-World Tree giant he controlled were being bombarded relentlessly.

The reason why the Ideal Core started a full-power attack might not be because Susora broke through the defenses and wanted to shut Ritas up completely.

But there is no doubt that Susola has come to see Ritas as an obstacle that must be eliminated.

A sky ablaze with flames, accompanied by constant, intense explosions. From the scene, Susora and his Ideal Core resembled a giant fireworks maker. Their primary targets were Ritas and his current, "larger" form.

However, the underlying content of this fierce battle is completely different from the "low-intensity" battle between Ritas and the Fireworker.

Even though Ritas frequently used his best skills, casting all the protective and strengthening spells he could on the pseudo-World Tree Giant, he still couldn't stop the pseudo-World Tree Giant from collapsing rapidly.

The magical bombardment from the Ideal Core was quite unusual. And this unusualness came from Susola.

He seemed to be able to instantly discern Ritas's protective magic and then unleash targeted destructive attacks against it.

Countless shells, in two waves, would strike the protective barrier deployed by Ritas with only a moment's interval between them.

The first wave of bombardment would easily melt away Ritas's defenses, while the second wave would directly and accurately strike the relatively vulnerable parts of the pseudo-World Tree Giant's body.

If it weren't for the Tree Witch's treehouse, which was itself a magnificent spectacle, Ritas would probably have already been reduced to dust by the enemy's fire, along with the pseudo-World Tree Giant.

Faced with a situation where there were almost no means of resistance and no room for counterattack, Ritas's response was quite primitive.

Since his magic is always analyzed and deciphered immediately, he can then cast new spells or modify his existing ones at an even faster pace.

Such an action would undoubtedly be extremely costly.

Normally, no matter how Ritas casts magic, his expression remains perfectly normal. Any changes he makes are probably just an act. But at this moment, his face is pale, and his bloodshot eyes are wide open without a moment's pause.

This can't go on.
Moreover, when facing one of the Four Sages, it was never the time to hold back.

The moment Ritas made his decision, the long arm of the pseudo-World Tree Giant connecting the sky and the ground snapped off in the middle and crashed to the ground, flattening a large area of ​​the academy buildings.

Rather than being irresistibly blasted apart by the Ideal Core's agile rotation and continuous barrage of naval guns, the pseudo-World Tree Giant seemed to have deliberately abandoned its somewhat cumbersome arm.

The pseudo-World Tree Giant, now slightly more agile, made a gesture to protect its head.

As Ritas's protective magic circle shattered completely, the pseudo-World Tree Giant used a very direct physical method to protect Ritas with its body.

Ritas, now under protection, threw the control panel into the treehouse mansion and took out his two wands.

“Rhythm” and “apprentice”.

"Ok?"

Seeing Ritas's actions, Livis, as an observer, was slightly moved. She turned her gaze downwards.

The biggest prize in this conflict, the energy orb that had been hovering slightly above the ground, was now in close contact with the ground.

After a quick glance, Livis determined that it wasn't an energy ball landing, but rather that the ground had bulged up.

Although Livis didn't see the two spirits who were guardians of the World Tree, it was clear that they had made the guardian golems she had the authority to summon "kneel" there, with energy orbs on their backs forming a connection between the energy orbs and the ground.

Livis murmured to herself, "Interesting."

Because in her eyes, it was undoubtedly an ant among ants, an ant so small that it had even lost its own body. Yet, it was now influencing a "legendary" level war in its own way.

As the energy orb touched the ground, the glow of a magic circle appeared at the point of contact.

This didn't surprise Livis. After all, it would be strange if Ritas, who dared to steal her treehouse, hadn't done something beforehand in the World Tree space.

She simply watched as vein-like structures formed on the ground, and some of the energy from the clusters of light flowed into the ground.

Although they stand upright together with their roots, trees ultimately still draw nourishment from the earth.

"Hehehe, are you showing off just how bold you really are?"

Watching the energy orb continuously channel power along the ground and through the body of the pseudo-World Tree Giant, concentrating it at Ritas's location, Livis murmured with interest.

Even though, through Princess Vivian's ritual array, the myriad forces mixed in the world have been purified into their purest, most primal, and unadulterated form, that immense power—enough to support a sage's efforts to change the world—would still easily crush anyone who tries to taint it.

Will Ritas be an exception?

In just a few seconds, the pseudo World Tree Giant's "tree body" defenses were breached by the shelling from the Ideal Core.

What could be glimpsed from the burning cracks was the sight of Ritas's right-hand wand "Apprentice" suddenly exploding into dust under the influence of the accumulated excess energy.

If you absolutely have to ask whether someone likes or dislikes something, Tass would undoubtedly dislike the "if" option.

To him, imagining things that are impossible or regretting things that have already happened is just a futile waste of energy.

However, the word "if" seems to have a magical power. Even Ritas, with such a clear attitude and a rather firm mind, would occasionally have "if" thoughts surface in his mind.

Among them, the biggest "what if," or rather, the biggest curiosity.

He wanted to know where his "upper limit" was in the field of magic.

Since he began practicing magic, or perhaps even before that, there have always been special magical particles watching over him that he hadn't noticed. This has resulted in him being able to control very few magical particles.

As his magical skills grew, he began to feel like a chef with unparalleled culinary expertise. However, the ingredients and utensils he could use had always been pitifully ordinary and simple.

Even with limited resources, he can still create delicious "dishes". Moreover, he is also very good at "borrowing" ingredients and kitchen utensils in various ways to make even better finished products.

But he will eventually want to give it his all and see what kind of situation would overwhelm him with high-end ingredients that he can't handle, and truly feel "powerless".

So, at this moment
He watched as his wand "Apprentice," which had accompanied him for almost his entire sorcerer career, completed its mission and returned to dust.

Finally, I got to taste the slightly "laborious" Ritas.

It feels great.

(End of this chapter)