Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 258 Repeated Kills

"How many people are there in the human population now?" Lancer asked his third question.

The onlookers fell into deep thought.

Population data has always been classified, and no country has ever released specific figures.

"Just tell me a general range, that will do." Seeing this, Lancer relaxed his request.

"Sir! Since the Dark Ages, with the advent of the Age of Nations, humanity has split from a single entity into thirty-seven nations, scattered across the continent. Currently, the Violet Kingdom has a population of seven hundred million, ranking in the middle among human nations," a patron answered rapidly.

"Very good!" Lancer threw out another silver parabola.

Taverns are great places to gather information.

Lancer was amazed by the progress of modern humanity. The spellcaster civilization had become increasingly advanced, even improving the lives of ordinary people.

Food and weapon forging techniques have made significant progress compared to tens of thousands of years ago.

It is only natural that the strong who rule this advanced era should be even stronger.

"Has it come back to life?"

"Will this ever end...?"

Upon seeing the dark red threads of killing intent through his source eye, Tai'an put down the black-covered spellbook in his hand.

The practice and defense of the Death Finger.

To defeat a Saint-level expert, one must completely destroy their soul.

The Death Finger technique is the most effective method, especially suitable for some ancient beings. Their souls are already decaying; being hit by it is certain death. Moreover, he doesn't know how to counter it.

"Fine, let's kill them one more time!"

Lancer went to great lengths to find out about some of the Blue Rose family's more well-known businesses. He planned to collect some interest before the final battle. In short, he couldn't let him hide in the shadows; otherwise, there was no way to fight him.

"Two sneak attacks, now it's my turn..." Lancer gathered black energy spheres in his hands, aimed them at the Church of Dawn, and silently chanted, "Repent!"

The moment the murderous intent surged, a familiar feeling of powerlessness washed over him, his consciousness shattered, and he was plunged into darkness.

Each death results in the loss of a fragment of the soul.

Upon waking once more, he sat motionless for three days and three nights, like a statue. An increasingly intense hunger awakened his blank mind.

Forget about eating, their first priority was to check the reserves of underworld sludge and the amount of soul fragments.

"Heh, I can revive fifty-three more times, no need to be afraid!"

The Death Overlord gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing his inner fear.

"Does that guy possess omnipotence similar to the Abyss Lord? Just thinking about Him and reciting His true name will trigger a response."

Lancer hadn't publicized the attack beforehand, and the location and time were chosen on the spur of the moment. Yet, the enemy caught him red-handed; it couldn't possibly be explained as a coincidence.

This is tricky! I've been gathering intelligence as carefully as possible, employing a strategy of keeping the enemy in the open while I remain in the shadows…

I thought I was careful enough, but I still paid the price with my life. Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

We must hide in the shadows, we must conceal ourselves even more deeply…

Lancer clasped his hands together, and the relics hidden in the alternate dimension began to tremble violently.

"Rise, my loyal servant..."

He was once an extremely powerful necromancer who used an army of the undead to fight against the demon invasion.

The results are obvious.

The powerful abyssal creatures completely surpassed the undead, regarding his army as cannon fodder and toys, easily crushing them, and ultimately forcing them to build ruins to hide.

Millennia have passed, and the souls of the immortals have long since vanished. No matter how Lancer calls out, there is no response.

"It really didn't work!" He had no choice but to give up.

Perhaps, waking up ten thousand years earlier would still offer a chance.

Even for immortals at the Saint-level, it would be very difficult to completely transcend death.

Lancer is an exception. Otherwise, he wouldn't have earned the title of Death Transcender.

He is the longest-lived legendary figure in history!

……

The holiday started at the end of November.

The winter break will last for three months, and school will not start until February.

Many students from the college embarked on their journey home.

Fu and Leona hugged Taian tightly as they said goodbye. They were returning to their respective family territories.

"Xiao An, you're welcome to visit my home anytime!" Fu was as warm as the silver moon.

Through constant exposure and imitation, they learned by example.

"Hmm, I might go, but you're not allowed to get together with other boys," Tai'an emphasized seriously, making it a mental reminder.

"Tch, stingy." Silver Moon secretly made a face behind her back.

"My sister and I will attend your wedding," Leona whispered in Tai'an's ear as she hugged him.

"You're my woman, you're absolutely not allowed to do anything improper!"

Tai'an has already woven a protective net to prevent itself from being implicated. Even if someone could make amends, it's impossible for them to use the exact same methods.

Leona angrily pinched Taian: "I received strict family education. Women of the Golden Osmanthus family have always been faithful to one man."

"Very good!" Tai'an patted the girl's skirt with satisfaction.

The Wizarding Division has become a place of trouble.

Before resolving the conflict with the opposing deities, Tai'an decided to temporarily relocate.

Dorothy arranged for a large villa on the outskirts of the capital. It was a bit far, making travel to and from the city inconvenient. So she bought a magical vehicle and gave it to Liadrin. Whenever the maids or butler needed to go to town to buy groceries, she was responsible for taking them there.

As for the Church of Dawn, they have an avatar and Ovisga in charge.

In the event of a crisis, once confirmed by the Source Eye, Tai'an can enter a state of teleportation and descend near the spiritual coordinates.

Any troublemaker who dares to cause trouble will be killed every time they come.

"Xiao An, if I go back, will you miss me?" The silver-haired fairy clung to the black-haired boy's back, her voice filled with pity.

"You can only go back if I allow you to, you need to understand..." Tai'an said in a calm tone, but his words were very domineering.

"Will you come with me? My dad, mom, and brother will definitely welcome you." Yinyue swayed her skirt as if she had grown a little tail.

"When you get pregnant, I'll go back with you." Tai'an's words were rather insincere.

"Hmph, you're just lying to me!" Silvermoon raised her eyebrows angrily and punched Taian hard with her fist. "Historically, it's not that half-elves haven't had offspring, it's just that the chances are smaller. You and I are definitely special cases..."

She spoke with absolute certainty and her expression was confident.

Dorothy pouted from the side, "Anna, when are you going to marry me?"

"Let's wait until your coming-of-age ceremony!"

Tai'an thought that doing the two things at the same time would save a lot of time.

Dorothy, satisfied with the answer, smiled and took Tai'an's arm. "Tai'an, they're gone, but I'll stay with you. Silvermoon, you need to go back, go back quickly, don't get in the way..."

"Damn it, you brat Xiaoqian, I won't give you a chance to take advantage..."

Laughter and playful banter mark the approaching end of the year.

(End of this chapter)