I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 645 The Protoss's Ambition and the Repair of the Labyrinth
The highest spire in the Star Society.

It is located in a room called 'Between the Stars' at the very top of the spire.

The countless stars, like the Milky Way, seemed to be within reach, scattered throughout the dark room.

The transparent canopy was not the sky, but a distorted astral landscape, seemingly directly connected to the astral plane. Occasionally, the shadow of a giant astral whale would sweep by, emitting a silent roar.

The ground is paved with broken meteorites, each fragment recording an ancient celestial prophecy—a genuine relic.

Unlike the common Protoss, it has the effect of 'enhancing stargazing' as it is often said.

The magnificent room that Aaron built at a total cost of thirty million gold coins actually served no purpose.

It can be described as a purely spectacle-driven creation.

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Six floating starlight lamps emitted a dim light, hovering behind six homecoming prophets clad in white robes.

The white robes were completely concealed, and no one showed a single inch of skin.

They sat around a huge, floating circular stone platform.

The five-million-dollar stone platform is inlaid with countless shimmering stardust, forming a dynamic picture in mid-air.

Above it was a picture of the group of trial participants in the Pale Corridor.

Each trial participant has their own unique magical perspective.

"Galzak, who do you favor?"

One of the women asked a question, and you could see the tips of her deep red hair sticking out from under her white hood.

"It's not about who I favor; only by being tempered by the sparks of fate can they prove they deserve better use by the Star Association."

The man named Garzak had a deep voice.

Another person chimed in, "I think Madeline is quite good. She comes from a distinguished family and, for a Protoss, possesses remarkable talent in craftsmanship. The magical puppets she makes are quite impressive."

"Like me, Wicks, I remember Madeline's magical doll. If we're lucky enough to find suitable materials, it might be able to go even further and follow in its master's footsteps."

The scene on the stone platform shifts to Medlin.

The girl in the Pale Corridor still has an exaggeratedly large bulge in her chest, and such a large size should bounce with gravity and her steps.

But it doesn't seem to have a natural fleshy elasticity, with no undulations whatsoever.

Medlin proudly raised her head, and the magical puppet in front of her released a beam of moonlight from its hand, instantly piercing through the gargoyle vanguard of a trial participant.

Someone suddenly let out a cold snort.

"Hmph, the Medellin family has your backing, Orion, you don't need to be so obviously obsequious."

"Mottas, you're spouting nonsense!"

Orion, who had just been supporting Worx, became agitated, showing a hint of guilt as if a sore spot had been hit.

"Whether it's slander or not is for you to decide; it's not up to me to decide."

"you!"

"Cough cough."

A clear, aged cough interrupted their conversation.

The quarrel stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked at the first homecoming prophet, Elris, whose fingers were crossed.

Iris speaks slowly and looks very old:
"This trial is different from the past. In addition to filling the vacancy of the Minister of Security as soon as possible, you will also be a candidate for the position of [Skybreaker]. This is related to our future stargazing and homecoming journey. Please put aside your personal feelings and interests."

"I'm sorry."

To ease the tension among the members, Haliya, the only woman in the meeting, spoke again:
"I never imagined that the magic net canopy of the goddess of magic would have such power, directly blocking out the starry sky, and even our stargazing techniques are not very effective."

Garzak's voice was deep: "The Goddess of Magic, in the end, is the deity of this world, not ours."

"The Goddess of Magic is not a god of us Protoss. Her identity before becoming a god indicates that she could only be a god of humans."

"Maybe I'll even play a mage for a bit, haha."

"That's right, that's why we need the [Voidbreakers] to dig an opening in the Magic Net Canopy. Everything we do is to find a way home."

"Perhaps in the distant stars there are gods of us Star Spirits, or perhaps there is an opportunity to become a god."

Speaking of it.

Everyone's breathing became heavier.

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The image on the stone platform suddenly fluctuated noticeably, causing the picture to become distorted.

"The magical fluctuations in the labyrinth are affecting the visuals," Garzak concluded immediately after a brief inspection.

Wicks found an outlet for his frustration, frowning as he said, "Mottas, you were the one who did the labyrinth repairs, weren't you?"

"One of the effects of that magic goddess's magic net canopy is that it is difficult to completely eliminate, but it has now stabilized."

Mortas, however, was too lazy to argue with him.

"Will it affect the trial participants inside? Will it cause changes to the maze?"

"Unlikely, this is just a maze with incomplete ruins."

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The scene reappeared, but no longer focused on Medlin.

Instead, a colossal blue dragon, majestic as a mountain, roars to the sky, occupying most of the screen.

"Oh, Flint's son, Boileau, he controls a fully grown blue dragon and is one of the strong contenders for the token."

Haliya introduced with a smile.

"He's a good young man, it would be even better if he weren't so obsessed with Medlin."

"Wicks said with a smile."

Who is his opponent?

“Hello, Hayley, Hayley Strauss.”

"Who is this? I've never heard of him."

"The captain of the second squad of the Security Department, a high-level seventh-rank official. Her father suffered from an incurable soul-corrosion disease after retiring because he used star-gazing techniques to spy on the outer realms for many years."

"He's also the offspring of a great figure who sacrificed for the future of the Protoss. Hmm, how come there's a human among them?"

"That seems to be Hailey's avant-garde style."

"Humanity?"

Wicks was slightly taken aback.

Human beings are indeed quite gifted.

However, as avant-garde, they lack too many original and powerful spiritual arts, and their ever-changing thinking poses a significant challenge to enslavement spells.

Generally speaking, unless they have no other choice, almost no Protoss will choose a human as their vanguard.

"The class is not bad, eighth rank."

"Perhaps it's an auxiliary form of avant-garde?"

There have been instances of signing cooperation agreements and inviting powerful individuals to help during trials, which is not prohibited.

The Protoss people believe that connections are also a part of strength.

"But an eighth-tier human has little chance of winning against an equally eighth-tier adult dragon."

The current human era is characterized by strong manufacturing capabilities and a large population.

Among individuals of the same class, humans are not outstanding in terms of individual strength.

Of course, this is from the perspective of being avant-garde.

It's difficult to judge mages, since there are specialized types like domain mages and legendary mages.

"Roar!!!"

The giant blue dragon in the picture suddenly let out a painful roar.

Large swaths of icy mist and frost spread from the dragon's claws to its body.

"Oh? They actually managed to suppress it."

"The blue dragon's frost resistance is not strong, so it can indeed play a temporary suppressive role, but as a mage, Bovalo will not stand idly by."

"Heh. Hopefully, this human can withstand the blue dragon's lightning breath. What?!"

The speaker suddenly lost his composure, his voice filled with utter astonishment.

The others who were observing the other trial participants all turned to look.

In the video, the human, who appears slightly 'petite' in comparison, is suspended in mid-air, still in the motion of throwing a punch.

The dragon's head, larger than a human, was twisted and tilted backward.

Its ferocious and rugged lower jaw exploded with a huge, jagged, and cracked wound, with dragon blood and dragon teeth flying in mid-air, and the exposed, shattered lower jawbone.

(End of this chapter)