Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"I...I don't understand what you mean."

"Don't understand?" Irian tore off his own face. His flesh was peeling away, and from his sternum, the flesh bloomed like a flower, revealing the grim white bones beneath the beautiful exterior.

"I have many titles."

"King of Magic, Hermit, Builder of the Magic Network, Constructor of the World..."

The skin and flesh on the skull completely fell off, and behind the flesh and blood was that ancient blue iron mask.

"The Firebringer, President of the Magic Research Society, Witch Mother, Lifelong Magic Professor, Scholar..."

"Oh, there's one last one..."

The surging magic transformed into a tidal wave, soaring into the sky and turning the Arcane Eye into the vertical eye of a dragon.

"I am the Dragon Priest, the sealer of the evil god Triton! I am the great enemy of you wriggling shadows who serve the abyss."

"You insects! How dare you bewitch my children! How dare you lay your hands on my people! How dare you extend your filthy hands to my homeland!!!"

Chapter 432 The Tide of Ascension

"The King of Magic is the Scholar!!!"

"Damn it, the City of Wanderings has such terrifying depths!"

"What should I do? Did I go too far? Am I going to be purged by the two major magic research societies?!"

"No way! I haven't graduated from my magic class yet! Can I ask to change professors?!"

Panic erupted among the liches, and some careless liches lost their grip and fell from the skeletal supports that had been erected.

The majesty of the King of Magic did not initially impress the Lich Andrei much, because the excellent professors of the Lich Academy were not much less impressive. It was like watching a lion tear apart its prey on a television screen; the Lichs only felt the pleasure of watching from the sidelines.

As a result, the lion jumped out of the screen.

Irene is a scholar at Andre College.

The scholar's prestige in Andrei is such that, not to mention the two major magic research societies, every lich who has ever been involved in magic research is either his student or has attended his lectures.

The enemy is my boss!

The liches who misbehaved in Andrei were like students causing trouble in front of their homeroom teacher's house. The teacher just watched them cause trouble without saying a word, but silence is the most terrifying thing; the unpredictable punishment became a shadow in the hearts of the naughty students.

The liches were in utter despair, and the other races were stunned by the continuous onslaught.

A powerful individual + Andrei = a natural disaster that could erupt at any moment.

The chaotic side, which frequently dealt with liches, was apprehensive, while the orderly side had already envisioned the scene of the Wandering City of An.

The unspoken criticisms of the crowd did not interrupt Irian; the scholar continued his gaze.

The magical chains pierced every inch of Ino's flesh, completely sealing off any possibility of manipulating magic. After a careful examination, the scholar finally turned his gaze to Carlos's face.

A magical wind blew off the city lord's hood, and the scholar saw Carlos's lifeless eyes; he had been mentally controlled.

With a helpless sigh, the scholar walked towards his child.

"You're already a teleportation master, yet your mental resistance is so weak. How can you be so stupid? Although the power of the abyss can indeed bewitch people, you really need to go back and study magic again."

The scholar channeled his will into Carlos's mind, dismantling the layers of traps he had laid. These were mental traps where a single misstep could lead to an inescapable abyss, and the scholar's consciousness moved freely within them. Furthermore, he also devoted some of his attention to the imprisoned Ino. Although he was certain his seal was foolproof, the power of the evil god was always something to be wary of.

Ino's face was gloomy, his eyes were hidden by his bright blond hair, and his immobile body spoke of dejection and resentment.

"Liar (pronounced the same as Lyle)"

The whisper echoed in Lyle's mind again. While Lyle was still wondering why he was hearing his own name, something unexpected happened silently.

The scholar shattered the many traps in Carlos's mind and finally found the soul of his child.

"Carlos, it's alright..."

"No! Father! Run!!!" Carlos's soul, freed from its restraints, rushed toward the scholar's consciousness. Irene had just noticed his anxious expression, that face so similar to her own, when it shattered in the next instant.

Carlos's mental space collapsed.

The scholar quickly dispelled the spell and returned to reality.

"Carlos!!!"

Faced with his father's barely concealed roar, the city lord's face was torn to pieces, and his deep blue tentacles, like deadly fangs, lunged at the scholar. Carlos's guilt remained forever on the pieces of flesh.

"I'm so sorry, Father."

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere; Carlos exploded into a shower of minced meat.

Her own child died tragically before her eyes, "No! No! No!!!"

The scholar watched tremblingly. His powerful mental strength allowed him to perceive the world more clearly, which also made him painfully aware of every drop of foam belonging to his child.

The defensive mechanisms covering the body deployed automatically without the master's control, and magical winds destroyed the flesh-and-blood monsters that attempted to harm the scholar.

"No!! No!!! No!!! Stop!!!!"

Watching his child shattered by his own power, the scholar screamed in anguish, his defensive barrier dispelled by the Magic King. Blood rained down on him, staining his robes with the flesh and blood of his beloved. His clenched hands seemed to touch Carlos's life that was slipping away.

"My child!! My Carlos!!"

The grief-stricken scholar swayed, a grotesque, dark blue bone spur on his chest, like the ramming horn of a terrifying ship, shattering precious jade and piercing his spine.

The blood and bones of the closest relatives connect those who suffer, and what is passed through their bones and blood is the corrupting curse of the blasphemous god.

"Roar!!!!!"

A painful dragon roar soared into the sky, and surging magic transformed into a magical dragon, howling in agony above the City of Wanderings.

The magic was tainted, and the corrupting power of filth eroded the magical dragon like a rising tide.

The chains shattered, and the imprisoned demon seized his spoils.

The city of wandering was violently shaken; the city was wailing, everything was collapsing, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The Arcane Eye twitched wildly, finally twisting into a filthy gaze as it watched the scholar being gradually corrupted.

This city became the prison of the King of Magic.

Ino smiled, and tentacles sprouted from the fatal gaps in his body, maintaining his perfect appearance.

"Dragon Priest Morokui, humanoid node of the magic network, this surging magic is your strength, and also your weakness."

"The Magic Network nodes are very easy to control; they are tools in themselves. Respected Mr. Energy Source."

"Arrogance is a common problem among those in high positions; you are too confident in your own abilities."

Ino manipulates the magic network nodes of the Wandering City, establishing a magical connection with the Scholar. The Scholar, having lost his ability to move, becomes the most powerful source of magic in the world.

The dragon priest, suffering from the erosion, struggled to raise his head, looked at that gentle face, and painstakingly squeezed out that name from the depths of his soul.

“Nia…”

A sharp arrow struck the barrier right in front of Ino.

Ino turned her head and looked at the fully armed Twilight Memories.

Echer drew his bow, gathering his strength, and roared.

“You have made the worst choice, young man. You have chosen to be our enemy, and we will not hand over our homeland.”

All races were eager to tear the usurper apart.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Faced with hostile stares, Ino laughed without any grace.

"Why...why do you think I want this city? Can't you see? What I truly want is already in my hands."

Ino displayed his possessions like a proud collector.

Magic, the surging magic that converges from the two major magic network nodes, the turbulent magic corrupted by the azure blue, and the terrifying magic that flows throughout the entire city.

Corrupted dragons and twisted demonic eyes have turned this city into a toy in Ino's hands.

"Come, become my audience, and witness my... divine power."

The sky changed color, turning dark and gloomy, the air thick with a salty, damp smell. Soon, everyone felt suffocated. It was as if the sky had become the deep sea, and the city of wandering was sinking into the abyss.

In Lyle's mind, the voice roared in resentment, as if something wanted to tear through his fragile flesh and burst forth. Nia quickly wrapped Lyle's body, which stopped the strange phenomenon from manifesting as curses and a headache.

Lyle looked ahead, and everything seemed like a dream come true.

Behind Ino, a towering figure emerged from the shadows.

His mask consisted of twisted octopus tentacles, a shimmering seaweed-woven coat from which twisted coral tentacles protruded, and dense barnacles formed his mask.

The deep-sea giant let out a piercing scream, bringing suffocating fear to every witness.

Lyle vaguely saw Ino's movements; he bowed slightly towards him.

"I am the destined star."

Ino opened his arms as if a god were welcoming his followers.

The deep-sea giant manipulates the tides of magic, displaying his power to everyone.

"One lock, the messenger of plague."

A deep-sea plague spreads through the magical realm, bringing a desperate disease to the entire city.

"Second lock, flesh and blood riot."

Flesh and blood turned away from their hosts, displaying their vibrant life force like parasites; spirits and rocks alike grew active, twisted tentacles.

"Three locks, heresy grows."

Bone spikes pierced flesh and blood, like the proud stamens of a blooming flower. The corrupted lost their race and became the same wailing, twisted creations.

"Four locks, spiritual liberation."

A tide of madness engulfed everything, annihilating reason and emotion. In the ruined city, only a group of twisted creatures tearing each other apart remained.

Ino, the creator of all this.

The only purity in filth, the only light in darkness.

Close your eyes, then open them.