Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 189 Can we do it this time?
Inside the magic hall.

"They actually fused together!?"

"How can this be?"

Those who witnessed the fusion of two low-level spells into a high-level spell were dumbfounded, their doubts completely replaced by shock.

The magic has actually merged?
Magic can actually be fused?
The most outrageous thing is the fusion of two different types of magic.

Do not!
Impossible! This must be a smokescreen!
“Teacher Ron, I have collected quite a few spells here. I hope you can demonstrate them for us again.”

A teacher from the Grey Mage Academy, carried on the back of a student, took out the magic he had found.

Unlike Ron and Hector, who have Pandora's Box to store magic, they all use their own magic to draw upon magic of the same level.

For example, if someone knows sixth-tier magic, then he can draw the magic he finds into his body.

As for how many spells of the same level can be drawn in, that depends on one's own mental strength.

The teacher from the Grey Magic Academy immediately opened his mind and unleashed the four sixth-tier spells he had collected.

Everyone turned to look at Ron.

They all suspected that Ron was using some kind of trick to deceive them, after all, the fusion of magic was such a shocking and unconventional thing.

While questioning it, they couldn't help but hope it was true.

According to the solution Ron just mentioned, they can only be saved by magical fusion.

If such a miracle as magical fusion can be achieved, then solving the problem that is troubling them is basically a done deal.

Ron didn't speak, but instead began to demonstrate the fusion of the two spells once again.

It is still a fusion of the fire and wind attributes.

However, this time it's two sixth-tier spells.

The sixth-tier fire-attribute magic [Exploding Flame Star] and the high-tier wind-attribute magic [Hurricane Wings].

As the two wisps of magic collided, everyone's throats involuntarily bobbed, and they became tense.

Can you do it?

Rune reconstruction, energy recombination... the same scene repeats itself once again.

In less than three minutes, the circuits of the two high-level spells merged again.

They've merged again!

High-level magic can even be fused!?

Although it didn't manage to fuse into a seventh-tier magic this time, it's still enough to make people kneel down in worship.

But Ron's drills were not over yet.

He summoned another sixth-tier earth-attribute magic and fused it together once more.

He actually wanted to combine the three spells together!
Can this be done?
While everyone was shocked, their curiosity was once again piqued.

Time passed slowly, yet a minute felt like an eternity.

They've merged!
Under the focused gaze of everyone, the three different elements of magic—earth, fire, and wind—merged perfectly together.

Ultimately, this resulted in a brand new, more powerful seventh-tier magic that exuded a chilling aura!

Everyone was stunned. Their faces were filled with shock. They had managed to fuse seventh-tier magic in less than five minutes.

This method is simply appalling.

In fact, under normal circumstances, even with the power of [Evolution], fusing two spells is an extremely complicated matter.

However, the magic in the sea of ​​consciousness is itself split from a complete magic, so it is not difficult to merge them.

It's like trying to force two strangers to be together; they'll definitely need some time to think about it.

Two people who know each other and have interacted will naturally have less time to consider things.

"Now, does anyone still have questions?"

Ron's voice broke the silence.

"Professor Ron, can you tell us how you manage to do this?"

"Can we all do this?"

Someone asked.

They didn't expect to get an answer to these questions that probed into other people's privacy.

“I have obtained the power of [Evolution] from the God of Magic, so I can do it, but you cannot.”

Ron didn't care at all about revealing that he possessed the power of the god of magic.

This kind of thing can't be hidden no matter how hard you try.

With just a little thought, they could conceive of fusion magic, something beyond conventional understanding, something only Quan Neng could accomplish.

Rather than hiding things and arousing suspicion, it's better to be honest and open, which will increase credibility.

Ron's answer confirmed everyone's suspicions.

Their expressions varied, some showing admiration, others greed.

Power, that's the power that can only be obtained by winning the war of the divine kingdom.

No one could resist being moved.

But what if you're attracted to someone?
The strongest people here right now are Ron and Glover, and the two of them are in cahoots.

Forget about robbing others; it's good enough if we don't get robbed ourselves.

"Professor Ron, could you explain to us why fusion magic allows us to leave?"

"Lola asked."

"You can treat your sea of ​​consciousness as a trial. Once you have achieved the desired result, you can leave ahead of time."

Ron answered calmly.

What was the result of the trial?

Laura asked.

"Gain power and fuse it into ninth-order magic."

Ron made a surprising statement.

Everyone opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but they didn't know what to say.

Ninth-tier magic—that's a rare spell that only the three major papal houses currently possess.

To fuse together ninth-order magic... Is this a result that humans can achieve?
"Professor Ron, is this really possible?"

Laura snapped out of her shock and looked at Ron with a serious expression to confirm.

"Before answering this question, you should ask everyone here how many people are willing to cooperate and hand over the magic they have collected."

Ron's gaze swept over the crowd.

Upon hearing this, Laura also turned to look at those people.

Yes, if these people are unwilling to engage in magic, even if Ron has the ability to fuse ninth-order magic, he won't be able to do it.

A brief silence fell over the main hall.

“Mr. Ron, I believe you.”

Before long, the first voice of support rang out.

It was Talulah from the Arcane Academy, who unreservedly took out all the magic her academy had collected.

This action stemmed not only from unconditional trust in Ron, but also from concerns for the safety of the students in their own academy.

Her older sister, River, participated in the Magic Festival as a teacher at the Arcane Academy, and also took the Enlightenment Potion.

Rivers approved of her decision.

If they don't hand over the magic, they'll likely all die here.

What's the point of magic if you're dead?
Having seemingly grasped this principle, and with one taking the lead, the other students no longer hesitated.

"Fenghen Academy is willing to cooperate."

"Secret Star Academy is willing to cooperate."

"So are we."

"Please, Mr. Ron!"

Like rivers flowing into the sea, countless magical orbs surged into the hall and converged in front of Ron.

Those who were still conscious when they fell to the ground also contributed their harvest.

The people from the Grey Demon House watched this scene with incredibly complex expressions, and eventually, with great difficulty, they joined in.

At this moment, the academy's victory or defeat, its honor or disgrace, seem so insignificant in the face of survival.

The main purpose is to explain things here; keeping these spells wouldn't be of much use.

Ten minutes later, the number of magical orbs in front of Ron had instantly reached an incredibly terrifying level, hundreds upon hundreds, illuminating the entire hall like a paradise. "Teacher Ron, is this enough magic?"

"Lola asked."

After all, it was a fusion of ninth-order magic. Although there were many kinds of magic in the hall, most of them were low-order magic.

"I don't know. If you have some spare time, you can go and bring some more people back."

"We need to hurry, I don't know how much time we have left."

Ron said in a serious tone.

Upon hearing this, no one dared to waste any more time and left the main hall one after another.

Soon, only a few people lying on the ground remained in the main hall.

And Grove, who acted as a guard.

Ron asked her to stay because he needed to concentrate fully when fusing high-level magic and could not tolerate any interruptions.

At this moment, Ron looked at the dense array of magic in the hall, took a deep breath, and then fully activated his [Evolution] power.

Start with low-level magic to hone your skills.

His mental power was like a precise scalpel, guiding one low-level magical light orb after another to collide, then merge and sublimate into mid-level magic.

Third rank to fourth rank, fourth rank to fifth rank, fifth rank to sixth rank...

On average, you can advance one rank every two to three spells.

Three hours had passed by the time Ron finished dealing with all the low-level magic in the main hall.

At this moment, only about two hundred high-level spells remained in the main hall.

After a ten-minute break, Ron resumed the process of evolving from the sixth to the seventh tier.

The leap from sixth to seventh rank is a qualitative leap, with an average of three to four rank merging into one, which significantly increases the difficulty of the operation.

However, after three hours of practice, his proficiency is now quite impressive, and he can operate the equipment without much trouble.

Another three hours passed, and Ron completed the fusion of all sixth-tier magic.

The reason it takes so long is that the evolution process is extremely mentally taxing, and he needs to rest for a period of time after each fusion.

At this moment, only sixty-one seventh-tier spells remained in the main hall.

This scene can be described as unprecedented.

Next comes the more challenging seventh-order fusion with eighth-order.

This is very challenging for Ron's current mental strength.

If you have enough time, you can gradually integrate them.

But he doesn't know how much time he has left.

……

"Can you receive the information inside?"

"I can't accept it."

"Sigh, only six hours left."

Outside the magic capital, a punitive expeditionary force assembled by the three major papal courts stood ready.

There are only six hours left until the two-day observation period set by the three major papal courts.

But after so much time, there was still no movement from inside. They had tried every way they could to contact the inside of the Magic City.

There was absolutely no feedback.

That barrier isolated all information transmission.

They could only fly into the air and vaguely observe the situation inside through the barrier.

Inside, everything was calm and still; no one resisted or took any action to escape.

Although no one in the Magic Capital can defy Gray right now, at least they've shown some signs of being able to solve the problem.

With no signs of improvement in sight, waiting becomes a pointless torment.

At this point, most people had given up hope of breaking the barrier from the inside.

Although some people still firmly believe that Ron can turn the tide, they are outnumbered and cannot buy themselves more time to observe.

No one can disobey the decisions of the three major papal courts.

When the time comes, the expeditionary force will immediately break through the barrier.

"Ron, can you do it this time?"

In the distance, Sabnir gazed at the magical capital, a smirk playing on his crimson lips.

……

In the sea of ​​knowledge.

Ron didn't know he only had less than five hours left, but from the dying state of those lying on the ground, he could tell that time was running out.

The difficulty of fusing a seventh-tier item with an eighth-tier item is beyond imagination, and it's uncertain whether it will be successful in the end. In any case, let's do our best.

The process of high-level magic fusion was incredibly dramatic. The entire hall was submerged in indescribable magical radiance and fluctuations of rules, and it seemed to tremble and shake.

All those who returned watched this breathtaking scene with bated breath.

Seventh-order magic is the prototype of rules, while eighth-order magic is the complete formation of rules. It is not just magic that is integrated, but also rules.

The difficulty can be imagined.

Five to six seventh-tier spells can be fused to create one eighth-tier spell.

Even completing just one small step made him feel like he was about to collapse.

Everyone watched Ron, who was highly focused and had fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and they were so nervous that they could hardly breathe.

Their lives and deaths were entirely in Ron's hands.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The external draining never stopped, and the groans of the person lying on the ground grew weaker and weaker.

An hour after Ron began fusing eighth-order magic, a vast and terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from in front of him.

The first eighth-tier spell was finally fused.

It floats silently, its body flowing with the traces of laws, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly.

After a short rest, Ron continued to fuse the next eighth-tier magic.

With the experience from last time, this time it only took a little over fifty minutes to fuse the second eighth-tier magic.

Then came the third and the fourth, which took more than forty minutes.

The time for fusion was gradually decreasing, but the atmosphere in the main hall was indeed extremely oppressive.

Those who took the Enlightenment Potion all lost consciousness, and their bodies gradually became transparent.

Not only those who took the Enlightenment Potion, but also those who did not, felt a strong mental pressure that was trying to control them.

Clearly, their time is almost up.

Ron's fusion efficiency... is too slow.

It took almost four hours to fuse four eighth-tier spells. How long will it take to fuse a ninth-tier spell?
Can they afford to wait?

No one could tell them the answer.

They could only watch quietly as Ron went to merge.

After the sixth eighth-tier spell was fused, Ron decisively abandoned the fusion of more eighth-tier spells and began fusing ninth-tier spells.

Although seven eighth-tier spells would be safer, there is no time to fuse a seventh eighth-tier spell now.

The best approach at present is to directly fuse ninth-order magic.

Life or death hinges on this one battle.

The chaotic light erupted once more, this time with a fluctuation far exceeding any before.

The entire maze of consciousness began to tremble violently, as if it could not withstand the power that was about to be born.

Even tiny cracks appeared on the surface of Ron's spiritual body, but his face remained expressionless.

He led everyone in a race against death, and half an hour later, the two eighth-tier spells merged.

Twenty minutes later, the third eighth-order magic fusion occurred.

Then the fourth, the fifth...

Bearing everyone's hopes, when the sixth eighth-tier magic fusion was completed, the scene they wanted to see did not appear.

The light orb that has fused six eighth-order magics is still an eighth-order magic!

(End of this chapter)