Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Chapter 99 Gathering

Ian stepped aside and looked towards the camp.

More and more people gathered.

Advanced apprentices arrived from all directions, some alone, some in groups of three or five, and some even with magical pets or constructs, their auras varying in strength.

Ian roughly counted, and there were no fewer than a hundred advanced apprentices at the Misty Creek gathering point alone.

What caught his attention even more were the subtle yet powerful fluctuations at the edge of the camp—former wizards.

Most of them stood silently in the shadows, either resting with their eyes closed or talking in hushed tones. The energy field naturally emanating from their bodies distorted the light, making others hesitant to approach.

"Ian, I've been assigned to the third cleaning team, so it seems I won't be able to fight alongside you," Hawke said with some regret.

He had originally intended to keep an eye on Ian underground, but unfortunately, he had no say in the team assignments.

"It's alright, just be careful. I have some medicine here, use it sparingly."

Ian handed over a wooden box containing some war medicine.

"Thank you, I won't stand on ceremony." Hawke accepted it generously.

In the chaotic underground magical environment, the difficulty of brewing potions on-site is greatly increased. Without a qualified potion master and a purified environment, the potions brewed cannot be used.

As noon approached, when the last participant hurriedly arrived, the rhomboid crystal at the top of the metal pillar suddenly lit up!

A beam of silver light shot into the sky, exploded high in the air, and transformed into a silver ring emblem, which lasted for ten breaths before slowly dissipating.

"Assembly complete." The white-robed wizard's voice, amplified by sonic magic, resounded throughout the camp. "Everyone, board the ship."

Behind the camp, a colossal object had quietly hovered thirty meters above the ground.

Shaped like a shuttle-shaped spaceship, it is over 100 meters long and is made entirely of dark silver metal. The surface of the hull is covered with layers of dense arrays of runes.

Ian could only recognize basic runes such as Speed ​​Boost, Fortitude, Stealth, and Energy Deflection.

The more complex runes made him dizzy just looking at them, and they were interconnected to form a three-dimensional magic matrix.

On each side of the ship's hull, there was a row of twenty-four enormous rune crystal cannons, their barrels as thick as tree trunks, and their bodies engraved with bursting runes interwoven with fiery red and icy blue, radiating a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation.

A silver staircase of light unfolded from the bottom of the spaceship, extending to the ground.

The participants boarded the ship in an orderly fashion, and Ian followed the flow of people up the light ladder and into the cabin.

The interior space is more spacious than it appears from the outside, clearly due to the application of space expansion technology. There is a wide aisle in the center, with rows of simple seats on both sides, most of which are already occupied.

Ian found a corner seat near the ship's railing and sat down.

Gaga poked his little head out of the special pocket on his chest and looked around curiously.

"So many people—ga, and they're all so strong." Gaga transmitted his voice through the soul link.

"Hmm." Ian looked out the window.

The spaceship slowly ascended into the air, initially very slowly, but as the acceleration runes on the hull lit up one by one, the speed began to soar.

The scenery on the ground receded and shrank rapidly, the forest turned into a green carpet, the stream into silver threads, and the entire shimmering woodland shrank to the size of a palm in just a few breaths.

"Buzz"

The ship trembled slightly, and a semi-transparent energy shield unfolded, isolating the wind pressure and noise generated by high-speed flight.

Ian leaned against the ship's side, looking down at the land.

A day later, the spaceship's speed began to decrease.

A breathtaking landscape appeared on the horizon ahead.

Angra Crater.

As its name suggests, it is a near-perfect ring mountain range with a diameter of over 10,000 miles.

The mountain is steep as if cut by a knife, with an average height of over 5,000 meters, as if it were a mark pressed into the earth by the giant hand of some god.

Inside the mountain range lies a giant basin thousands of meters deep. The bottom of the basin is not flat, but is filled with crisscrossing rift valleys, raised platforms, and countless dark caves of varying sizes, like scars on the earth.

Outside the crater, layers upon layers of densely packed magical arrays are laid out along the ridge, stretching to the horizon.

Defensive barrier, purification array, energy interference field, spatial anchoring tower, elemental annihilation turret —

Tens of thousands of magical installations are arranged according to some mysterious pattern, their energies intertwined, forming a seven-colored light membrane that covers the entire crater.

"These are the traces left by the ancient war—" Ian murmured.

The spaceship began its descent, heading towards a huge basin inside the crater.

The bottom of the basin was already teeming with people.

The spaceship landed in a designated silver-white area, and Ian followed the crowd down the gangway and onto solid ground.

He looked up and gasped.

people.

No, it's not all people.

The center of the basin was divided into dozens of square formations, each representing a different faction.

The most striking are the formations of the four major organizations: the silver-white of the Silver Ring, the deep blue of the Shadowmoon Tower, and the blood-red of the Crimson Castle.

The gray and black of the Withered Council were clearly divided, with each formation consisting of thousands of people, exuding a chilling and murderous aura.

In addition, Ian saw more "alien" formations.

He glanced at the elven formation, his gaze somewhat surprised: "Those—are elves?"

They are not the elegant and beautiful figures of legend. Most of them have dark green or grayish-brown skin, long pointed ears, hold bone bows or rattan canes, and are surrounded by a natural aura.

There were also those sturdy dwarves, but some of them had beards that weren't hair, but wriggling metal tentacles, and their arms were modified mechanical prosthetics, carrying runic warhammers the size of doors.

Barbarians, generally over three meters tall, with glowing voodoo totems on their skin, and wearing necklaces of animal teeth around their necks. Occasionally, those "animal teeth" would open their scarlet eyes and drip corrosive saliva.

The most striking creatures are the giants, real giants, over ten meters tall, with skin as rough as rock. Some even have wizards sitting on their shoulders, clearly their controllers or contracted partners.

Further away, there was an exceptionally large formation, emanating a faint, salty smell of the ocean.

Sea people.

Their upper bodies are humanoid, but their lower bodies are fish tails, octopus tentacles, crab claws, or jellyfish bells. Their weapons are mostly coral staffs, seashell shields, or whalebone spears.

The leading sea clan elders wore crown-like bone crowns and held scepters inlaid with huge pearls, surrounded by illusory tidal phantoms.

"The most powerful alien race in the Wizarding Alliance besides human wizards—" Ian murmured to himself.

Besides these regular formations, the lone wizards and mutants also attracted attention.

Ian saw a human wizard whose right eye was a constantly rotating gear-like structure, with a ruby ​​lens embedded in the pupil, flashing a red light that scanned the surrounding environment.

There was a witch's face, like a roughly stitched rag doll, with crooked stitches and a strange smile pulled out from the corners of her mouth by the thread.

There was also a hunchbacked old man whose hat was squeaking as if trying to escape. The old man grabbed it and slapped it twice before it calmed down. Immediately, several small bony hands emerged from the edge of the hat and began to massage his temples.

Some people even led a "pet" that looked like a skinned hunting dog, but its back was covered with eyes that kept opening and closing, leaving faint black stains in the air wherever it went.

Some of them knew each other and formed small groups to chat together.

Some people took out baby fruits from their pockets, and when they bit into them, they would cry and scream. Others took out a wriggling piece of flesh, which would spurt out green juice when torn open, and grow thin legs after landing, trying to escape.

Animated objects are everywhere: boots that walk on their own, two trouser legs arguing with each other, a dagger chasing its own tail and biting it, a mirror floating in the air combing its own hair —

The sight of these wizards gathered together was eerie, absurd, and unsettling.

Without exception, they all possessed a powerful aura.

The lowest level is a first-level wizard, and many of them possess an aura as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

Ian only glanced at it from afar a few times before alarm bells went off deep in his soul, and he instinctively looked away, not daring to look any longer.

The number of participants in the entire basin, roughly estimated, including advanced apprentices, is probably close to 100,000.

"This is—the war against demons."

A creaking sound echoed in his mind, carrying an unusual solemnity.

"Wow, so many monsters—I mean, so many powerful 'people'."

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