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Chapter 179 The Fall of the Nation (Part 4)

Mogos is a magician who was selected by the Royal Magic Academy of the Kingdom of Modo for training when he was seven years old because of his magical talent.

After forty years of training and development, he has now become a great mage who is proficient in more than twenty kinds of magic.

He even became an outstanding instructor at the Royal Magic Academy of the Kingdom of Modo, contributing his youth and sweat to the development of the kingdom.

He thought his life would just pass by like this, perhaps in another twenty or thirty years, when his body began to age, he would retire from the Royal Magic Academy, return to his hometown with an honorary title, or join the Kingdom's Magic Research Institute to study more advanced magic and leave his name in books.

But everything was disrupted by a sudden war.

The sudden war plunged the capital into flames.

Mogos is an academic mage. Although he has some practical experience, it's not much. After all, who would send a precious mage to the front lines to fight? He only needs to slowly chant spells from the rear.

Once the spellcasting ended, watch as the dazzling magic shattered the enemy's body into a mangled mess.

Oh, what a beautiful scene.

Mogos watched as the kingdom's soldiers clashed with those green, human-like monsters ahead; those must be the legendary goblins.

Although this was Mogos's first time seeing goblins, there were records of this legendary alien creature in the books.

The book describes goblins as dirty, lowly, and despicable creatures.

Legend has it that goblins never bathe and are timid and cowardly. If they encounter a human hero, they will flee at the first sight and pose no threat to humans at all.

They are the lowest-level monsters in storybooks, the most frequently encountered and weakest creatures in the early stages of a hero's adventure.

But for some reason, the goblins in front of it gave it a completely different feeling. These goblins were crazy, greedy, and had no respect for death.

As the kingdom's soldiers continued to die under the onslaught of the goblins, Mogos's eyes blazed with fury. He picked up his meticulously crafted magic wand, a perfect creation he had painstakingly crafted over several years, gathering materials and consulting with other magicians in the academy.

He commissioned a renowned carpenter in the kingdom to meticulously carve the staff, and also had a gem craftsman perfectly inlay some of the gems he had carefully collected.

They even melted some gold and used it to outline the lines on the wooden staff, making it look like a golden lion staff statue covered with countless gold patterns from a distance.

The handle is surrounded by a ring of green emeralds, with rubies cut and set in the two eye positions.

The other magicians at the magic academy praised his staff as a perfect work of art.

Mogos chanted a series of magical incantations. Through thirty years of practice, he had reduced the time it took to chant a single incantation from over ten seconds to just six and a half seconds.

Surrounded by soldiers holding giant shields, he calmly finished reciting the entire magic incantation, uttering the last obscure syllable.

The next moment, the bluestone slabs on the ground in front of them churned like ocean waves—"Earth Wave Magic!"

The earth churned like waves, the surging ground like a lump of clay being kneaded and molded by magic.

Caught off guard, a large number of goblins sank into the mud, some even falling to the ground. In the densely packed environment of the battle, some goblins broke their legs and sank into the ground, while more goblins behind them, driven to madness, charged forward one after another. In this situation, it was impossible to stop; they would either advance or be trampled to death by their companions behind them.

Countless goblins were trampled to death.

Mogos looked at the goblins who were caught in a small-scale chaos and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Then he began preparing the next spell.

As he continued to chant in a low voice, obscure incantations echoed continuously.

Suddenly, a cold glint appeared beside him.

Mogos felt a sudden pain in his back. He looked up in disbelief, and the magic incantation he was chanting immediately became chaotic. Fortunately, his cultivation level was low, and this level of backlash only made his head throb.

However, this throbbing pain is constantly seeping outwards.

Mogos felt all his strength being drained away.

His brows furrowed in pain, and he opened his mouth as if to call for help.

Are all these guards around me idiots, or are they all blind? How come they didn't react when I was being assassinated?

Mogos laboriously raised his staff and then smacked the back of the head of a soldier in front of him who was holding a shield and was covered in armor like a tin can.

when!

The soldier turned around in confusion and saw Mogos's face full of pain and his body trembling.

"Lord Mogos, rest assured, I will definitely protect you," the soldier said solemnly.

Because the wound was in his back, he only felt that Lord Mogos's expression was a little strange, but he didn't think too much about it.

"Doctor, I'm injured." Mogos said, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The potent poison took effect, and every goblin lurker's dagger was coated with the deadly poison.

It was an extremely potent poison, at least for a superhuman like Mogos.

Three of the mages, who were surrounded by the kingdom's soldiers, were assassinated. The assassin was a sneaky goblin, whose trail was discovered by human soldiers.

But it ran away too fast. Crouching low, it hid in the bushes nearby, and then the bushes shook.

When the soldiers caught up, they found the place completely empty.

boom!!!

Amidst blinding fireworks, the castle was reduced to ruins by the Fallen Titan.

Even if it is just an immature form of a legendary life form, it is still a terrifying existence that low-level magic can not harm.

In the capital, the Fallen Titan was like a giant trampling on toys. At first, it could put up an effective resistance, but later only sparse magic and arrows fell on it.

Lynn watched this scene expressionlessly.

Standing atop the wizard's tower, he didn't even need to lift a finger; his followers alone were enough to bring the capital of this human kingdom to the brink of collapse, and it was only a matter of time before it fell completely.

For some reason, even after destroying the capital of the Modo Kingdom, Lynn felt little satisfaction, only a faint emptiness and loneliness.

Just as a mentally sound adult wouldn't feel satisfied by stepping on a bunch of bugs, even if those bugs disgust him.

Lynn suddenly sensed something; a mountain not far from the capital suddenly exploded.

The explosion caused spatial ripples to appear on the mountain.

This is some kind of one-time spatial teleportation spell. Even demons in the abyss have ways to teleport across realms, so these wizards couldn't possibly be without them.

However, demons rely more on the power of the abyss for interdimensional teleportation. While wizards can also utilize the power of the Wizarding Network, it is beyond the reach of ordinary wizards. Therefore, for ordinary wizards, this long-distance teleportation method can only be a trump card.

Lynn's eyes were calm, but the Fallen Titans, who had been wreaking havoc in the city, had stopped their actions at some point and were now looking out of the city, following Lynn's gaze.

The next moment, a tunnel appeared in the space.

Several blurry figures appeared within, but the spatial passage could not withstand their presence. Two of the figures shattered, leaving only two figures that gradually solidified.

"Break." Lynn's lips parted slightly.

The next moment, after being summoned, a crimson light suddenly shot out from the tip of the broken horn on the attack module, which had been accumulating energy, and shot towards one of the two figures.

The crimson light was incredibly fast, arriving almost instantly the moment they descended.

There weren't many special effects; only after it hit its target did a red afterimage gradually appear in everyone's eyes.

Protective spells appeared around the figure's body.

But like bubbles punctured by steel needles, one after another they were easily popped, like exploding balloons, with sounds of barriers or protective magic constantly emanating from their bodies as they were broken.

One after another, protective magical artifacts were loaded with high power, only to completely collapse midway through, turning into wisps of smoke.

The figure transformed into an elemental form, attempting to evade most of the power with its elemental body, but even this elemental transformation proved utterly ineffective against the crimson beam of light.

Like a black hole, the elemental body is constantly being squeezed, collapsed, compressed, and devoured inward.

In the end, only a zero remained.

As the crimson light dissipated, one of the two beings who had descended through the spatial passage died instantly!

Those who can descend through the spatial passage are definitely formal wizards, and one of them died instantly.

Upon witnessing this scene, the other person, even with the mind of a wizard, was so frightened that his body surface flickered like a light bulb, with one protective spell after another continuously stacking up, and various protective magical artifacts and one-time protective spells being cast one after another.

It's multicolored, like a big light bulb.

(End of this chapter)