Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

A composite spell, combining the magic power of five sixth-tier legion commanders, transformed into a massive meteorite that crashed to the ground.

"Frey, protect us! Prepare for the aftermath of the explosion! This combined spell is almost cataclysmic! We'll get hurt too!" Algernon cried out wearily for help.

Irene looked up at the sky, the meteorite in his vision growing larger and larger, focusing solely on him.

"Do you guys like throwing stones too? I do too, you know."

Irene raised her finger, and a beam of azure magic erupted, shattering the clouds above.

"Celestial Spells".

"A strike that plucks stars."

Night fell, and a massive meteorite burst through the clouds, accompanied by billowing flames from friction with the air, descending upon the world. In its descent, it incidentally shattered its smaller meteorite sibling.

Frey roared amidst the thunderous roar in the sky.

"Teleport! Quickly teleport us away!"

"A catastrophic curse!"

"The enemy is an angel-level being!"

Lyle and the Forgotten Kings were fleeing, also enveloped at the edge of the celestial sphere. Lyle's mouth remained open, the celestial sphere falling in flames, like a glass bead played by the gods, was, well, hitting the Earth.

Elion, where he was, was now in the darkness of night. Although a cloud of fire was falling overhead, he was still filled with regret.

"I forgot to suppress the output."

"The elevation of the Scanssol Mountains is going to increase again."

Chapter 357 Lyle's Thoughts

The impact of the meteorite was much smaller than Lyle had expected. It wasn't the shockwave from the compressed air that nearly blew Lyle away. Fortunately, Nia held him firmly to the ground.

But after the shockwave subsided, there was no further movement. The meteorite, about thirty meters in diameter and burning with intense flames, sat silently on the mountain, burning quietly. There was no earthquake, no crater, as if it had been gently placed on the ground.

Standing on the ground, the massive meteorite, its top invisible, dimmed even the midday sun. The struggle became meaningless; everyone gazed upon this burning wonder as if beholding divine power.

Mr. Irian is not merely some kind of archmage.

Natural disasters—such a force is enough to make one a member of the Salvation Society.

In his mind, Lyle also equated this god-like spellcaster with someone he remembered.

A boundless and profound magic, and exquisite magical knowledge.

Scholar or teacher?

Until confirmed, this can only be considered a reasonable guess. Mr. Irian has disappeared, and the two sides engaged in fierce fighting nearby have returned to a stalemate. I watch this scene with unease and trepidation.

A minute passed, and Irian still hadn't appeared. Lyle suddenly had a bad feeling. He looked at the dying flames of the meteorite, at its unseen bottom.

It seems Mr. Irian didn't escape just now.

"Could he... have been killed by his own curse?!" You know, 80% of Andrei liches' self-destruction is a common occurrence, with the remaining 20% ​​being killed by others because they courted death.

"No, I'm suppressing the harm 'Celestial Star' is causing to this world. Assisting with landing, cooling, adjusting internal materials, and so on... We must bear the consequences of our actions."

"If we don't do this, this place will have to be called the Scanssol Basin from now on."

As expected, this behavior, along with the appropriate follow-up arrangements, was indeed...

Lyle was about to verify Irian's true identity... no, he was trying to verify whether Mr. Irian's code name was "Mr. Scholar." But he was stopped.

"An angel has arrived."

Algernon, Frey, and the other legion commanders eventually escaped from the dimensional rift. The magical turbulence caused by the meteorite impact malfunctioned their teleportation spells; they were grazed by the spacetime turbulence of the dimensional rift, and several Dark Slayers had flesh ripped from their arms, revealing bones and blood.

Light, boundless and magnificent light, will be torn apart by the thick, overlapping clouds of celestial stars. A burning angel wielding a holy sword falls from the sky.

Raphael Badmon, the Earth Angel, hovers above the Holy Light Legion.

The Guardian Legion, those Crusader warriors who fought the Defenders back and forth for over a dozen rounds without flinching, unleashed the power of a sixth-tier warrior under the wings of angels.

All members are at level six.

Raphael remained silent, his gentle, moon-like eyes slightly furrowed as he looked at the figure standing with the ordinary boy. The boy resembled a wise, unassuming old man, yet Raphael could sense the power of the spell he had just witnessed.

He rushed here precisely because he feared for the safety of his men.

"Power as great as George's, an eighth-tier lich." This was no joke. As his brother, Raphael was well aware of George's true strength as a fellow Crusader leader.

Better than yourself.

Although Raphael might be able to fight on his own with the support of his direct-line force, the Firebringer Legion, there's no need for it.

"We're retreating."

"Algernon, do not disobey me."

The Holy Light Legion has left.

Lyle, the warriors of both nations, and the Forgotten Kings all breathed a sigh of relief. Facing the Holy Light Legion, the strongest force of this era, they could boast for a year about defeating monsters far above their level. With the pressure gone, the Forgotten Kings almost reverted to their old ways, becoming that group of indulging poets once again.

The warriors began to clean up the battlefield, and the Forgotten Kings returned to the City of Wanderings. Echer and Reid adopted the airs of royalty, waiting for their subjects who were climbing the mountain.

Lyle called out to Mr. Irwin, who was about to turn back.

“Mr. Irene! Actually…” No mistake, this level of strength is absolutely the highest I have ever seen. There shouldn’t be many people of this level in the world.

A lich, wielding powerful magic, a spellcaster, with aristocratic bearing. Clearly, this is a scholar-teacher!

“Mr. Irian, actually you are…”

Mr. Irian sighed. "Yes, Lyle, what you're thinking is correct."

"So you really are..."

Irene straightened her chest, exuding a monarchical aura.

"I am..."

They are scholars and teachers.

"I am the former lord of the City of Wandering!"

"Ah...ah???" This isn't what I expected! Isn't Elion the Scholar? The former lord of the Wandering City?! Amazing! Mr. Elion was the former owner of the Wandering City, that dreamlike city of many races?!

No, no! While that's impressive, the scholars and teachers are definitely no less so!

"As you've probably guessed, the people of Twilight Memories are all dead kings. So am I; I was indeed a deposed ruler, but my bloodline has indeed survived. The City of Wanderings was the capital of my former kingdom. As for the reasons for its fall, come, let me tell you in detail..."

Lyle listened to the story of Irene's harmonious relationship with her grandson, his face contorted in pain; it was really hard to hold back a laugh.

Damn, who was that idiot who blew up the ancestral grave? Wait a minute, why do I have such a strong sense of déjà vu?

Lyle felt his thoughts being somewhat disrupted by the laughter.

"Mr. Irene, are you really not a scholar or teacher?"

Mr. Irian paused, then placed his hands behind his back.

"I...I'm not sure who you're talking about?"

“But Mr. Irian, you clearly possess such powerful magical energy, such profound magical power. I have only ever seen it in my teacher.”

Irene pinched her chin under her mask. "Just like my magical power, could it be... that the scholar teacher you mentioned is also an owner of a magic network node?"

Magic Network Node?

"My magic power all comes from the magic network node Moonnefal that I possess, which is the foundation of the Wandering City. In my previous life, I turned the capital of my country into my personal mage tower, which continuously supplies me with magic power. This is also why the Wandering City became a mobile city; it has an original magic network node for power."

"The original magic network node? But my teacher only told me about the four major magic network nodes."

“Those are the original magic network nodes. Magic network nodes not artificially created by spellcasters. The power of each original magic network node will make his magical power far exceed that of ordinary people.” Irene looked at the puzzled Lyle, “I suppose your teacher also possesses one of the four great magic network nodes.”

“My teacher… is the Magic Network Node Morokui, the moving fourth node.”

"Oh, I remember now, it's that mysterious spellcaster. So that's it, Lyle, you're his student. I knew it..."

Mr. Irene said hesitantly.

"Truly... a great teacher produces a great student."

Lyle later spoke with Mr. Irene about some details regarding the magic network nodes.

"Why establish artificial magic network nodes?"

"To allow spellcasters to use magic more effectively. There seems to be another reason... Back then, it seems someone wanted to use the magic network to measure the Earth..."

It is Mr. Tianqi.

"At the time, I was a relatively well-known elemental mage, traveling around the world, altering the ley lines to facilitate the establishment of the magic network, so I wasn't very clear about the details of those researchers."

Lyle gradually dispelled his doubts as Mr. Irian explained. Mr. Irian, perhaps, was not a scholar.

Mr. Irian possesses the Sky Node, Moonnafar, and is the lord of the Wandering City, the former king of the Mystic Kingdom.

The scholar himself is the fourth node, Moroki, a dragon priest, former president of the Andrei Magic Research Society, and a high-level magic research initiator.

If they are the same person, the four major nodes account for half.

Isn't that just outrageous?

Chapter 358 Mutual Assistance

Keira and Lia walked side by side. As former comrades-in-arms and queens of two countries, the two girls of the same age chose to pay homage to the "resurrected" former king, whether for political purposes or psychological needs.

Compared to Queen Keira's composure, Queen Lina was filled with mixed emotions. She had single-handedly weathered the most difficult time for the Kingdom of Deria, transforming her mindset and dedicating herself tirelessly to the nation, sacrificing all her freedom for her homeland. But now, her pillar of support had returned—the pillar that should have been there when she needed it most had returned.

That feeling of being abandoned yet also joyful was twisting the stubbornness of this iron-blooded queen.

She looked at the huge meteorite not far away, which had now changed its appearance. The round sphere was being dismantled and swallowed by the earth in the hands of that tall figure.

A godlike power. Lina Dereya swallowed hard. The battle just now was almost entirely won by that person alone, as was her own country.

"What terrifying power."

"Yes, it gave me a fright. The thought of such a spell being cast on Lewes makes me so nervous that I probably won't be able to sleep tonight."