Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The dragon priest's finger bones broke free from the entanglement of the tender green branches and pointed straight to the sky.

“After Sheriu left, I improved the control of the magic network nodes. The remaining power is enough to last until the next guardian of the Wandering City arrives…”

"The next guardian?"

"He's here."

At the top of the City of Wanderings, atop the central tower, the faintly glowing Eye of Mysticism emitted a strange sound. Deep blue magic mingled with the emerald green of dream power. Then, the intertwined blue and green were brutally torn apart, connecting with space itself. From the shattered spacetime rift, a giant black-scaled claw further widened the wound in space.

The roaring black dragon withstood the temporal storm, covered in blood, and returned to its brothers.

The black dragon crouched atop the central tower, its claws crushing the stone walls into dust. A deafening roar echoed throughout the city of wandering.

"Omheid..."

Forcibly using a physical body to traverse time and space, the black dragon priest's scales and blood rained down, turning the lich standing below into red bones. The wounded and enraged dragon, hearing its brother's call, regained its clarity in its eyes.

The black dragon glanced at the scholar, spread its wings, and soared into the sky. A storm raged, accompanied by roars, and the dragon's body continued to grow. Eventually, it surpassed the entire City of Wandering. Head and tail joined together to form a ring, its overwhelming wings completely enveloping the city. The black dragon priest transformed into a guardian dragon, resisting the encroachment of the void.

The hostility in the air was blocked, and looking up, all that could be seen was a huge, deep dragon scale covering the sky.

The scholar looked at the stunned crowd and smiled gently.

"Fortunately, I'm the only useless dragon priest."

“But the threat in the void is far more than just simple erosion,” Miracle continued, shifting his gaze from the dragon-scaled sky, “and the void is home to many strange and terrifying creatures. The fact that they can thrive in such a harsh environment proves their powerful abilities. Those void messengers, those void creatures that are watching us, are the greatest threat.”

“The threat is gone.” Footsteps sounded in the air, and Lofdi’s hunched figure came into view. His battle blade was sheathed, and the power of holy light washed away the blood and grime from the Dark Exile’s body.

"Who is he?"

"That strange creature that followed Mr. Raymond, a Protoss named Lofdi."

"He's here, which means..."

Elian's figure came into view. The dignified nun was taking small steps forward, while her shadow was tearing apart twisted flesh.

"His Majesty Raymond missed Andrei's portal, so those threats in the void also missed their chance to survive."

Merok Raymond, the Holy Light Lich and leader of the Crusaders, is waging a massacre in the void to protect the people of the Wandering City.

The lich Andrei felt a pang of sympathy; a sense of compassion drifted into the void along with their thoughts.

"So, all we need to do is play funeral music for those empty things? After all, it seems like we've already done everything we needed to do?"

The scholar interrupted the whispering liches with a cough as they discussed whether to play the Twilight Symphony or the Overture to the Dead.

“William can use the magic network nodes to teleport to the Wandering City, but in fact, there is still one important factor missing in order to complete this task.”

"coordinate."

“When Sheriu teleported the entire city, he didn’t need coordinates because he didn’t consider returning. But we can’t. There are billions of stars in the void, and our home is just one of them. If we want to return home safely, we need to obtain coordinates or find the connection between our planet and this city.”

"This requires our joint efforts."

"We need to try any method that can establish a connection—summoning rituals, telepathy, magic transfer—but be prepared to fail many times, because the void can annihilate most powers."

The liches looked at each other.

"What is this? A spatial studies assignment for the Magic Research Department? An assignment that will never end unless someone gets it right?"

"Given the current situation, you can understand it this way."

"I knew it! Scholars and professors won't miss any opportunity to force us to study!!!"

Even if he was already half-dead!!!

The scholar smiled slightly and pointed a finger at the lich who had spoken so eloquently.

"I'll remember you."

The search for coordinates in the City of Wanderers continues amidst the lich's turmoil.

In the void, two extraordinary beings are gazing at each other.

Mr. Raymond gripped his lightforged lance, the murky blood splattered on his armor sizzling and burning in the holy flames. He gazed at the colossus before him, his somewhat weary spirit regaining its fighting spirit.

The leader of the Holy Light and the Black Dragon Priest gazed at each other in the deathly silence of the void.

"Dragon Bloodline".

"The Calamity of the Dragon".

After a long silence, the black dragon lowered its raised head, spread its wings, and revealed the protected city.

The Holy Lance vanished in flames, and Raymond said nothing more, transforming into a streak of light as he entered the crevice the Black Dragon had created.

Something has changed.

Something is changing.

Something is about to change.

Chapter 438 The Guidance of Light

The Green Dragon Priest's dream power completely engulfed the city, giving the writhing, twisted monsters a temporary respite. Only the occasional twitching chunks of flesh and the filth squeezed out by the blood pumps that flowed onto the ground could attest to their deformed vitality.

The city of wandering has been transformed into a bizarre and terrifying wax museum, where indescribable monsters dominate your field of vision, while the human characteristics found among the ineffable fragments only intensify the fear.

This is a nightmare for most mentally sound people.

Nameless had never had such worries. Ever since he glimpsed the so-called divine face during that sacrificial ceremony, his soul had been drifting further and further away from normalcy. He originally thought he would end his existence from an outsider's perspective, but reality turned out to be far more interesting than he had imagined.

Five hours after the strange events in the City of Wanderings, Mr. Nameless was still working hard to return to Andre Academy to study his metaphysics.

All the residents of the Wandering City currently have only one task: to determine the coordinates of Earth.

Neither spatial science nor spiritual science is Wuming's forte.

Therefore, the nameless person of today has once again chosen to follow fate.

"The heavens and the myriad phenomena are in motion!"

"The heavens and the myriad phenomena are in motion!"

"The heavens and the myriad phenomena are in motion!"

After a series of celestial divinations, Wuming was led onto a secluded path.

Because of its remote location and sparse population, Wuming could only see a twisted, fleshy creature in his line of sight.

"Is that the key to finding the target?"

Examining the fleshy creature so close at hand, one sees its gelatinous skin, and beneath the translucent flesh, one can see its organs and surging blood. A layer of fat cushions the bottom of its body, like a felt mat tucked into the ground.

The most apt metaphor is like a shrimp dumpling transformed into a demon god.

"It doesn't seem to have any magic at all; it's just a pile of ordinary chunks of meat."

After years of learning in Andrei, Wuming summarized the essence of this flesh-and-blood creation. He squinted his eyes, and the faint lines of fate gradually became clear in his vision.

An extremely ordinary fate, yet the nameless man saw the destiny of this lump of flesh within the complex linear path of fate.

Twenty-five of the fate lines indicate that the flesh will break when touched.

There are also seventy-three items that I would lose interest in, so they remain intact.

Since the real world can't give me the answer I want...

"Then I'll ask the amazing celestial divination!"

"The heavens and the myriad phenomena are in motion!"

Eight simulated celestial bodies were arranged in a straight line, with the nameless figure and the mass of flesh and blood at opposite ends of the line.

Due to the chaotic gravitational field, the outermost celestial body instantly broke free and crashed into the lump of flesh.

And just then, the fate line changed.

The nameless one glimpsed a corner of the future.

The person holding the coordinates would appear before him, and that mass of flesh and blood would not be shattered by the simulated galaxy. What excited Wuming even more was that his intuition was constantly sounding alarm bells; fate had changed, something had transferred the fate of that mass of flesh and blood being shattered onto himself.

If you continue to let the sphere fly towards that mass of flesh, you will die.

Holding his breath and concentrating, Wuming focused all his attention on the divinely bestowed eye. Where was the change of fate, the breaking of the deadlock?

In the rear!

Without hesitation, Wuming retreated backward, and the location he had just mentioned caused a violent explosion, sending filth and gravel flying and stirring up dust.

A crescent moon rolled out from the smoke of battle; it was... the simulated celestial body launched by the nameless one, shattered, with only the outermost thin layer remaining.

To shatter a celestial body, one must first possess the power to break its gravitational field. Logically, this simulated planet should be eternal.

What kind of monster could do this?

When the smoke cleared, Wuming was speechless upon seeing the person who had taken his place.

The Holy Lance was pulled from the ground, and the valiant Mr. Raymond pointed it directly at the Nameless.

"You bastard, I've been watching you for a long time. Don't you know that all of these people were once ordinary citizens?!"

Wuming understood; was this a revelation of fate?

The man who changed his destiny, the man who held the compass, was Mr. Raymond.

Fate forced him to deal with flesh and blood in order to lure Raymond out, even though he almost got himself killed.

“Anle, Mr. Raymond, I am Wuming, a member of the Andrei Advanced Magic Research Society.”

"Oh, how come the Advanced Magic Research Society has such a free spirit like you? Everyone is searching for the way back, and you're just causing trouble and making a mess. You little brat, I'll take you with me next time I go to Apocalypse for a discussion."

Before he knew it, Mr. Raymond had taken a liking to President Apocalypse, but Wuming didn't care.

“Mr. Raymond, I have found a way back, but I need your help.”

"tell me the story."

"Your weapon, that holy lance called Anginus, can break through spacetime rifts, right? During the match with Mr. Darkness, I saw you wielding that artifact in the City of Wandering, killing the Void Messenger located in the void. In other words, you alone were able to establish a connection between the City of Wandering and Earth."

“As long as I sense the connection between the two, no matter how far apart they are, I can break through them.” Raymond crossed his arms. “All of this is based on the premise that the connection itself already exists, or rather, that there is some hidden connection. The problem is, our current difficulty is that we cannot penetrate the void to establish a connection, or do you have a way to get George to start the void ritual again?”

The nameless man shook his head.