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Chapter 176 The Fall of a Nation (Part 1)

In the next room, Lynn released the Wizard Tower and entered its laboratory. After confirming that the laboratory room was sealed, he began to examine the vial of blood.

As expected, Lynn, who was proficient in bloodline studies and some necromancy, easily detected the virus in the blood.

This is a highly contagious virus, at least for ordinary people.

Sometimes Lynn felt that they were really fragile; such a small amount of virus could kill them.

"It's just a child's game." Lynn's expression was a mix of laughter and tears.

"Let me teach you what the real disaster is."

In the next room, two children were wolfing down cake, while the man next to them said irritably, "Be careful you don't choke!"

"We drank water."

The child puffed out his cheeks and stammered.

Footsteps came from outside the door, and the people inside all looked towards the door at the same time.

"We found out, and we've even developed an antidote," Lynn said calmly.

Looking at the man in front of him, the man who had been somewhat fierce yesterday suddenly became weak in his voice.

"Okay, I understand."

"This is for you." Lynn tossed a bottle of reagent to the table. "It's enough for the three of you. Just drink it."

"What is this?" The man looked at the glass bottle in his hand with some surprise.

He had never encountered anything so exquisite before; the transparent glass looked like something only nobles could use.

He didn't dare to use any force, for fear that he would break the test tube if he used even the slightest force.

"For treating illnesses."

The man was taken aback, his eyes suddenly lighting up. He repeated the answer Lynn had given him, as if talking to himself.

"Is this for treating illness?"

"Yes."

"That's great, it would have been even better if we had it sooner."

"Yes, it would have been better if it had been available sooner."

"I heard you say that the elders of these two children were taken to assist in witchcraft experiments. Do you know where that place is?"

"On the mountain." The man pointed to the mountain in the distance. "There's a castle on the top of that mountain, the one closest to the town and also the highest. I heard that a legendary wizard lives there."

"Hmm." Lynn nodded lightly, and the next moment he disappeared from the spot.

Following the man's directions, Lynn quickly found the castle.

There are indeed many traces of people living in this castle.

But now it's completely empty, with only a thin layer of dust on the ground.

Is it because they fear retaliation for creating the plague?

Lynn's eyes were deep. The plague was a large-scale, uncontrollable virus. Once the situation got out of control, no one could say for sure who might get infected.

It's very likely that you'll offend someone you can't afford to offend.

Therefore, it is understandable that the original wizards here would have fled.

But he can't escape.

Lynn cast a second-circle spell on the ground—Reveal Tracks!

Suddenly, many footprints, as if sprinkled with fluorescent powder, appeared on the previously empty ground.

The footprints were messy and became fainter as you went further in.

But one of the brightest sets of footprints stretched out in a certain direction.

Reveal Footprints is a second-circle spell that makes footprints from a certain period of time visible within the casted area. However, this spell has a time limit; footprints that are too old cannot be revealed, nor can people who have been hidden by certain concealment spells. Moreover, the spell can only last within a radius of one kilometer; it cannot reveal footprints beyond this range.

But it's okay.

If one spell isn't enough, then ten!

If ten times isn't enough, then a hundred times!

Lynn remained indifferent; even if he was dead, he would dig him out of the ground!

Duran felt a bit uneasy all day; as a fortune teller, he was always quite inspired in this area.

"Let's test my luck today," Duran said, taking out a deck of tarot cards.

After a simple divination, Durant predicted that he would die today.

Duran's expression stiffened.

"?"

No, no, how could that be? Divination isn't always accurate; it can always be wrong.

Let yourself try again!

Durant's calculations yielded the same result once again.

Duran took a deep breath.

As the saying goes, things shouldn't be done more than three times; it's best not to perform a divination more than three times in a row.

But since it concerns his own life, Durant decided to make an exception and have his fate calculated again today.

Perhaps this time he can calculate even more.

The cards in his hand tumbled and rolled like flowing water. Duran's card skills were superb. His fingertips flickered, and the metal cards flashed between them, leaving long afterimages.

The cards in my hand suddenly stopped!

It steadily stretched a long line on the ground.

Duran closed his eyes, took out a silver needle, and poked his fingertip.

The drop of blood traced a long trail across the card's surface.

The bloodstains were long, but the blood on many cards gradually seeped through and became dull.

In the end, only the blood on the surface of one card remained unspent.

Duran flipped over the card, which depicted an image of an executioner.

"Will I still die as an executioner?" Duran muttered to himself, somewhat puzzled. He had calculated it for himself last year, but at that time he only predicted that there might be a slight danger.

"Congratulations, you've predicted your own death." Lynn's gentle voice sounded from behind him.

Duran tensed up and turned around abruptly, only to see a young man with a gloomy expression standing behind him.

"Who are you?" Duran asked warily.

"You're the Grand Preceptor of the Kingdom of Modo? The so-called Great Diviner Duran, then why didn't you foresee your death before?" Lynn walked to his side and gently placed his hand on his ear, as if crushing a lump of clay. Duran's ear was instantly turned into a mushy mess.

Duran screamed in agony, but Lynn's expression remained unchanged as he watched this scene.

He harbors a deep-seated, destructive, and violent urge that he needs to release.

"I've heard that you've dedicated your life to the growth of the Kingdom of Modo and even orchestrated the birth of the plague. Well then, please take a good look at what's going to happen next."

As dusk approached, Lynn gazed at the sky not far away.

Moshendun, the capital of the Kingdom of Modo.

It is said that this was the kingdom founded by the first king of the Modo Kingdom.

It was here that he drew the longsword known as the Sword of Victory, and through countless trials and tribulations, he finally established his kingdom.

Lynn stood atop the city wall, looking down at the kingdom below with a cold gaze.

It is said that the standard for becoming a formal wizard is being able to fight against a small kingdom on one's own.

Let me see how long it takes me to destroy a kingdom.

Standing at the top of the wizard's tower, Lynn spread his five fingers wide, pointing them at the air in front of him.

Dense magical elements began to condense at his fingertips.

At the top of the tallest astrological tower in Morsington, not far from the Royal Palace, Lynn stood by the window overlooking the quiet city under the night sky.

"Descend, throne!"

(End of this chapter)