Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 206 You are here

Demon God Altar.

A week later, faculty, students and allied forces from various colleges were summoned here again.

At this moment, more than ten long tables were set up in front of the altar platform, each table covered with small wine cups.

The wine glass was filled with a liquid that looked like sewage from a sewer.

The group, who had been living peacefully for the past week, suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.

Is this the libation wine prepared for them?
The magic festival would have ended in another hour, and they would be almost safe, but Ron pulled this stunt at this crucial moment.

Is Ron really going to sacrifice us?

The three bishops looked at each other, puzzled as to what Ron was trying to do.

Once everyone who was supposed to be there had arrived, Ron appeared in the center of the Demon God's altar.

"Everyone."

As Ron's voice rang out, the noisy Demon God Altar immediately fell silent, and everyone's gaze turned to the center of the altar.

"Thank you all for staying in the Magic City these past few days. The Magic Festival is about to end, and I will now return your freedom to you."

Ron declared.

Upon hearing this, the crowd did not show much joy.

Things were clearly not as simple as Ron made them out to be.

"but……"

really.

"Before that, I cordially invite everyone to raise your glasses and share a drink to celebrate the upcoming end of the magic festival."

Ron then spoke.

Everyone looked at the wine glasses on the long table, their faces showing hesitation, but their bodies moved uncontrollably.

They weren't given a chance to refuse.

What kind of invitation is this?

Despite their extreme reluctance and resistance, everyone orderly picked up their wine glasses from the table.

"One cup per person, please do not drink more."

Ron kindly reminded him.

Who would want to drink more of this dark, unappealing stuff that doesn't smell good?
Everyone slandered.

Half an hour later, tens of thousands of people present received a glass of wine.

"cheers."

Ron raised his empty right hand and made a drinking gesture.

Tens of thousands of people below followed his action and drank the "wine" in their hands.

Ok?
Why does this "wine" taste so much like Qiming medicine?
Those who had taken Qiming's medicine looked at each other in bewilderment.

Without a doubt, this is the "wine" obtained by exchanging Enlightenment Potion.

Beta only developed the new Soul Transfer Potion yesterday morning.

Although the magic capital has enough alchemy materials and Beta's alchemy method is extremely efficient, it is impossible to prepare hundreds of thousands of bottles of the new Soul Transference Potion in less than two days.

Of course, it's not necessary to refine so many bottles at a 1:1 ratio. The dosage of one bottle of the new Soul-Transforming Potion is sufficient to transform an entire soul.

These people are merely sharing the soul of the God of Magic; they don't need to drink the entire bottle, just a diluted dose.

Diluting it definitely cannot be done with plain water. It needs to ensure that the medicinal effect is not lost too much while maintaining dilution, and it must also be able to connect to the Demon God Altar.

Qiming Pharmaceuticals perfectly meets these requirements.

And coincidentally, the Gray and White Demon Academies had stockpiled a lot of goods, and in addition, he had the alchemists continue to refine the Enlightenment Potion during this week.

There are now nearly 10,000 bottles, each of which is divided into three or four portions, enough for hundreds of thousands of people to use.

Although such a shoddy approach could easily undermine the foundation of the resurrected god of magic.

But time was tight, and he didn't really intend to resurrect the God of Magic, so he couldn't care less about that.

At this moment, he had already gathered the civilians from each area to a certain location, and then had the Uncrowned members distribute the potions.

Judging by the time, everything is almost finished.

Ron took out several bottles of undiluted new Soul Transfer potion and walked over to a few people who needed special attention.

"what are you up to?"

The two eighth-tier powerhouses from the Bruwerman Empire felt a strong sense of unease as Ron approached.

"How can two eighth-tier archmages of the Bruveman Empire be treated the same as everyone else?"

Ron said with a dismissive expression.

“The cup is too small to express my respect for you both, so I specially prepared a bottle for you.”

He handed each of them a bottle of a new type of soul-transfer potion.

"You're trying to harm us, I won't drink it!"

The two men glared at each other. Ron had been so polite; how could they not know that this potion was similar to poison?

They absolutely refuse to drink it.

But how could they possibly have control over this?
Ron gave a slight thought and issued the command.

The next second, the two opened the bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ron, how dare you cough..."

“Ron, I advise you not to do anything foolish, or the Bruwerman Empire will never let you off the hook.”

The two men's faces turned ashen.

"Don't worry, I never do anything foolish."

Ron smiled calmly.

Then his gaze fell upon the three bishops of the three major papal courts.

The three men felt a chill run down their spines when they saw Ron looking at them.

“Your Excellencies, as clergy, shouldn’t you step forward and take on more responsibility at times like this?”

Ron said with a smile.

The three people who were being morally blackmailed looked grim. If they didn't stand in front of others at a time like this, then why should they stand in front of others in normal times?

So even though they knew the potion was poison, they had no choice but to accept the potion Ron offered.

"One bottle is fine, but half a bottle is always acceptable."

Ron handed each of the three a half-full bottle.

The eighth-tier creature possesses strong vitality and can effectively mitigate damage.

That's why he forced the others to stay.

"Ron, stop now. The Magic City is already surrounded by the three major Vatican councils. You can't escape."

"If you stop now, considering your previous behavior, you won't be severely punished."

"We can assure you."

The three men tried to persuade him.

Can we trust what you say?

Ron chuckled softly.

"of course."

The Holy See's Path of Bishops.

"Then why has the Emerald Kingdom failed to fulfill its promise even though I won the competition?"

Ron’s gaze shifted to Hector within the Grey Witches group.

Hector's eyes narrowed as Ron stared at him.

“I brought out ninth-tier magic, while he didn’t bring out any magic at all.”

Ron said.

“This…come out with me now, and I will immediately make the Emerald Kingdom fulfill its promise.”

The Holy See's Path of Bishops.

"Let's not go out together. You should go out by yourself."

Ron shook his head slightly.

"May I go out?"

A hint of joy appeared on the face of the Holy See bishop.

But he was quickly met with a cold shower.

"Yes, but not now. You can leave after I leave the Magic City."

Ron said with a smile.

The bishop of the Glorious Vatican's face darkened.

The Magic Capital was completely surrounded; not even a mosquito could escape. Ron, the instigator, still wanted to leave?

This kid had no intention of letting him go at all.

Ron offered no explanation in the face of the glaring and blustering bishop of the Holy See.

He turned and returned to the center of the altar.

"What are you going to do?"

"I can't believe it," asked Mavis, who had come to witness the ceremony.

Judging from Ron's posture, it seems he still intends to sacrifice the entire city.

Although she didn't object, Ron had previously mentioned having another way to resurrect the God of Magic, and she had a slight hope for it.

If it's just a change in name only, she'll inevitably be disappointed.

“I have already nurtured the soul of the God of Magic within their bodies. Once I activate and revive it using a sacrificial array, it will fuse into the complete soul of the God of Magic,” Ron said.

Mavis's gaze followed Ron to Night and the others, and she was somewhat surprised.

To cultivate the soul of the god of magic?
How is this done?
She had simulated it many times, but she simply couldn't summon the ethereal soul of the God of Magic in its entirety.

Even if it is attracted, it will quickly dissipate.

Where can it still be cultivated?
"You truly possess countless miracles."

Mavis couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"you flatter me."

Ron smiled faintly.

Will they die?

"Mavis asked."

She hadn't seen the others before, but she recognized Gamma's aura; they were loyal followers of Ron.

Those who can stand here with Gamma must be loyal to Ron.

If cultivating a god of magic would lead to the deaths of these people, then Ron is a more ruthless person than he imagined.

"will not."

Ron replied.

This was the answer Mavis wanted to hear, but it was also the answer she couldn't understand.

She resurrected the god of magic, at the cost of the entire magic capital and her own life.

Why is it that when it comes to Ron, the price he can't even take away his life?

"The question is simple."

Seemingly knowing what Mavis was thinking, Ron said with a smile, "Because I don't actually intend to resurrect the God of Magic, they won't die."

"What did you say..."

Mavis's voice suddenly rose, but she was silenced by Ron halfway through her sentence.

She could only accuse Ron of deceiving her with a look of shock and anger.

“Lord Ron, there is a group of commoners from the Thorn Territory who wish to see you.”

An uncrowned member came forward to report.

"Since we're already here, let's take a drink over to them."

Ron said calmly.

He certainly knew what these civilians were doing here.

"Yes."

The uncrowned members have left.

"It's almost time."

Ron was calculating the time in his mind.

There were less than five minutes left before the magic festival ended.

Five minutes is just enough time for the God of Magic to be between being resurrected and not being able to be resurrected, and he can forcibly interrupt it.

Ron walked to the giant cone in the center of the altar, reached out and touched it, releasing his magic and power.

The next second, the massive sacrificial array beneath their feet, which had been dormant for a week, lit up once more.

Everyone in the magic city was instantly illuminated by a dazzling light, like light bulbs.

They felt a powerful force surging into their bodies, which felt comfortable at first, but soon their bodies experienced intense, tearing pain.

It was as if something was sucking their blood and flesh, about to burst out of their bodies.

This feeling was especially strong for Night, Wind, Grass, Feather, and others who served as the nurturing vessel.

The pain of the body being torn apart is secondary; the cost is the loss of life itself.

The revival of the God of Magic's soul requires a vast amount of energy and life energy. If the cost had not been shared among the hundreds of thousands of people in the Magic City, they would have died of old age immediately.

"uh-huh……"

As time passed, Gamma and Night couldn't help but let out painful groans.

A white mist rose above their heads, and their bodies gradually became transparent. From their exposed arms and heads, one could see a smaller "person" inside them, constantly absorbing life force and sacrificial energy to grow stronger.

The spiritual pain is unimaginable.

But in order not to affect Ron, they all gritted their teeth and persevered.

They can tolerate it, but others can't.

"Ouch! That hurts..."

"I feel like my body is being torn apart."

"Am I going to die here?"

Painful wails echoed throughout the entire magic capital.

Even with just the small amount of damage distributed among them, those who had consumed the potion were almost unable to bear it.

They felt something inside their bodies swelling and contracting, tearing at them.

The two eighth-tier archmages of the Bruwerman Empire felt it particularly acutely.

"Ron, stop right there!"

"what--"

"Ron, I swear, I will kill you!"

As an eighth-level expert, he can endure what ordinary people cannot.

But this kind of experience, which is above the eighth level and offers a 100% complete experience, is simply unbearable.

Within just two or three minutes, they turned pale and were in excruciating pain.

Their own magic and spiritual power also flowed uncontrollably into the sacrificial array beneath their feet, merging into that massive torrent of energy.

The three bishops had a slightly better experience about 50 percent of the time, and didn't lose their composure.

At this moment, in the entire magic capital, the only person who was unaffected was Mavis.

It wasn't that Ron treated everyone equally, sparing even those close to him; rather, once the sacrificial array was activated, those who hadn't taken the potion were in greater danger.

Because the soul of the god of magic is revived, it will cause a rejection reaction.

It will kill any souls that do not belong to it immediately.

Having taken the potion, one becomes, to some extent, a part of the god of magic.

Therefore, Ron strictly requires everyone to take the medicine.

Mavis was an exception.

Because her body contains a great deal of the power of the god of magic.

At this moment, she could clearly feel the soul fluctuations of the God of Magic within those people, about to be revived.

"Didn't he say he didn't intend to resurrect the God of Magic?"

Ron’s words and actions were completely different, which greatly confused Mavis.

Once the soul of the God of Magic is activated, there is no way to stop it.

Unless Ron dies.

She felt that someone as valuing his life as Ron would never seek his own death.

Then he would have no choice but to obediently resurrect the god of magic.

wrong.

Mavis suddenly realized there was another possibility.

In several of the futures she simulated, Ron was able to leave the magical capital in an instant and appear in a faraway place.

Even using a barrier cannot stop it.

Ron's body was currently bound by the sacrificial magic circle, and the God of Magic would certainly not allow him to escape.

But what if he leaves in that bizarre way?
"Do not."

“Ron, you can’t do that.”

"This is the only chance to resurrect the God of Magic. If we miss this opportunity, the world will come to an end..."

Mavis watched Ron's retreating figure, desperately wanting to go forward and persuade him to stay and complete the ceremony.

But she couldn't move or speak.

Ron couldn't hear me even if I spoke.

Ron's spirit, through the resurrection ritual, has now entered another spiritual world.

The spiritual world of Engelsius, the god of magic.

Driven by curiosity, he wanted to see just who this god of magic really was.

This time, the perspective is not first-person, but third-person, and his spirit can move freely in physical form.

Compared to the information provided by Mavis, the information seen by directly entering the mental world of the God of Magic is more authentic and reliable.

The scene that appears this time is the Imperial Library.

Young Engels was sitting quietly in a corner of the library, reading a book.

Ron walked over.

The body passes through the bodies of people passing by the library.

The people of this world cannot see him, nor can they touch him.

however……

He had just sat down opposite the boy when the boy looked up at him and smiled:
"You came."

(End of this chapter)