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Chapter 266, page 265: Plan Correction - Turning the Power of "Aging" into a Trump Card!

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The deafening roar of tearing air echoed high in the sky as Gu Yuan, carrying Celiae, suddenly hovered above the Vesagon tribe like a storm.

The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, tried to invade them, but was kept out by the invisible force field around Gu Yuan and the weak magical barrier set up by Seria.

Selena nestled in Gu Yuan's warm embrace, barely managing to unfold a leather map in her hand, quickly scanning the sparse wooden houses below and the leaden-gray sea in the distance.

"We've arrived at our destination." Her voice was clear and crisp, cutting through the howling wind and snow.

Gu Yuan nodded slightly, but his gaze had already passed over the tiny tribe beneath his feet and was fixed on the distant sea.

There, about fifty kilometers above, a vast dark area was slowly writhing.

That wasn't a dark cloud, but a physical entity formed from the aura of demons. Even from a distance, one could sense the decay and impending doom emanating from it.

Gu Yuan probed the area with his magic power, and his heart sank. The area had a diameter of over two hundred kilometers, and the concentration of magic power was abnormally high, almost turning into a black tsunami that was about to crash down.

"No wonder Kraft's goddess blessing failed—"

Gu Yuan understood that this was no longer in the realm of ordinary demons; even a demon king would pale in comparison.

Seria then put away the map, looked up at Gu Yuan, and asked, "Shall we go down now?"

She paused, her voice concerned, and added, "The disaster is expected to occur in about a week. Although I don't know your specific plans, it's best—don't take any risks."

"I know." Gu Yuan's voice was steady and strong as he hugged the elf in his arms slightly tighter. "It is because I am confident that I am standing here."

As he slowly lowered his body, he looked down and asked casually, "Seria, if I need the 'Return of Spell' magic right now, will you give it to me?"

"Of course," Celia blurted out, her pupils then contracting slightly.

She immediately understood Gu Yuan's intention: he wanted to use the "Curse Reversal" magic to forcefully reflect back the terrifying curse that enveloped the continent!

What an insane and domineering idea!

But the next second, intense anxiety gripped her.

She furrowed her brows slightly, her voice unusually grave: "However, Gu Yuan—I understand your thoughts, but the cost of the 'Return Spell' increases proportionally to the scale of the opponent's spell."

"An attack like this—enough to engulf an entire continent—would require a magical energy consumption of tens of thousands of years to fully counter."

"Your progress is indeed remarkable, but—"

She didn't say anything more, but her tightly pursed lips conveyed her meaning perfectly.

In her view, this was a taboo that only an elf like her, who had accumulated over many years, could attempt.

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Gu Yuan could feel the slight tension in the elf's body in his arms and could clearly sense Seria's worry at this moment.

He didn't say much, just quietly held her, landed steadily, and his boots made a soft "crunch" sound as they stepped on the fluffy snow.

The next second, his gaze fell on a familiar figure standing quietly in the snow, waiting for them with a complicated expression.

It's Kraft.

After a few days apart, this usually resolute martial monk had an undeniable weariness etched on his face.

"Don't worry." Gu Yuan loosened his embrace and whispered to Celia. Then, he concealed his powerful black dragon wings and walked over, his steps showing some hesitation and heaviness.

He simply couldn't understand why, when they parted just a few days ago, Gu Yuan's magic, though powerful, was far from enough to make him feel uneasy.

But now, the other party just stood there quietly, emanating a pressure like a volcano about to erupt, so intense that it almost suffocated him.

That power was no longer flowing river water, but solidified magma, ready to erupt at any moment.

Not to mention those concealed yet still conspicuous jet-black dragon wings—

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards Seria, suspecting that this unfathomable great magician had used some forbidden method to jeopardize Gu Yuan's future.

"Long time no see, Kraft."

Only when Gu Yuan uttered that familiar greeting did the warrior monk's tense nerves relax slightly.

"call"

He exhaled a puff of white breath, patted his chest, and bowed as if he had been waiting for a long time, his tone sincere: "It's only been a few days—that's not important. Lord Gu Yuan, thank you for your previous warning."

He gestured to the side, his arm parting to reveal an even more desolate landscape behind him. "Please follow me. The situation here—is more complicated and worse than we anticipated."

Gu Yuan nodded, took Celia's slightly cool hand very naturally, and glanced around at the opportune moment.

"lead the way."

Celia let him lead her, but a lingering worry remained between her brows.

Seeing Gu Yuan's composure, she had no choice but to temporarily suppress her desire to ask further questions and turn her attention to the land around her, which was shrouded in despair.

Inside the cabin, the firewood crackled in the fireplace, dispelling the chill seeping in through the cracks in the doors and windows, but failing to ease the heavy atmosphere inside.

Kraft served them hot tea and spoke in a deep voice, colder than the wind and snow outside:

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"As the letter states, the essence of 'tides' is a magical phenomenon that contains the rules of 'aging'."

"The prophets of Vesagon have foreseen a future where countless lives wither away in the black waves."

He tightened his grip on the teacup slightly, a deep sense of powerlessness on his face: "I tried to organize the remaining forces of the tribe to fight back, but they—don't trust me, an outsider."

"Even though they know it's no use escaping anywhere, most of the tribe has still left in the last few days."

"Those who remain are mostly the elderly, women, and children who cannot travel far, or those who still hold a sliver of hope and are willing to live and die with their homeland."

At this point, Kraft's gaze became extremely solemn. He stared intently at Gu Yuan, his last hope in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Now, perhaps only we can save them."

Gu Yuan listened, his face revealing little emotion, but he noncommittally picked up his teacup and took a sip.

He felt no emotion, only a slight sense of bewilderment as he thought, "Salvation? In the end—why did the goddess create these world-destroying creatures?"

His thoughts drifted away.

However, when he caught a glimpse of the inconspicuous "Thousand Realms Bracelet" on his wrist out of the corner of his eye, a slight thought struck him.

"Even so, the power of 'aging' is quite good. If we could capture its core alive and craft it into a magical artifact—"

"It can even easily kill elves with its eternal lifespan; it would be a deadly trump card in any world."

The idea invigorated him, and he unconsciously straightened up a bit, his body, which had been leaning casually against the back of the chair.

Seeing the change in his expression and his leaning forward, Kraft assumed that his words had moved him, and his own face couldn't help but show the same excited expression.

Seliet, sitting to the side, took in the expressions of the two of them, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised.

She keenly sensed that although both of them were "excited," they were probably thinking about completely different things.

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