Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The lich responded to his companion's actions.

"You're a genius! Why didn't I think of that?"

"That's because you haven't seen through the Plague Doctor's plan yet. He promoted the use of flesh and blood as a disguise so that we could resist corruption. And now he's using our flesh and blood as ritual materials. You still can't see through the Plague Doctor's grand scheme. You're hopeless."

The lich remained silent for a moment, everything seemingly interconnected.

"The plague doctor is terrifying!"

"Nonsense, you think Andre's strongest rookie is just a title for nothing? Or have you chosen to turn a blind eye to everything that's happened?"

"I thought those things were all done by the professors and bigwigs secretly helping the doctor."

“Superficial! You only noticed the surface of the event and completely failed to see that the Plague Doctor was hiding his true abilities. He wanted to stay behind the scenes, just like the most typical cunning lich. But he was too dazzling and had no choice but to step into the limelight.”

"And you idiot, you were really fooled by the plague doctor's acting skills."

Under such self-persuasion, the legend of "the Plague Doctor's unfathomable abilities" spread among the younger generation of the Andrei Lich, and this rumor could be corroborated by the demons' propaganda and the literary society's claims, together constructing a new reality.

Because of Lyle's previous grandiose promises, the magic circle for the séance was quickly set up. One after another, the skeletons, stripped bare by their own hands, huffed and puffed their way back to the central square.

Everything was ready. Lyle stood in the center of the magic circle, William connected to the magic network node, and Raymond stood on the high platform.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for someone from the Advanced Magic Research Society to observe the Void once again.

In the nameless simulated galaxy, the simulated celestial bodies are slowly rotating until a tiny change occurs in the gravitational field, like the first domino being pushed over.

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

"Mr. Raymond!!!"

High in the sky, the Angel of Light raised his spear, the burning holy flames seemingly capable of igniting the void itself. The chains binding his ten wings broke free and attached themselves to the spear's tail. "I see it!"

"Shoot it through! Oninus!!"

It was a beam of light that passed through the void near the City of Wanderings in milliseconds. Because there was no medium and no reflection, it was difficult for a normal person to even observe the fleeting light. But Raymond was the leader of the Crusaders, the Angel of Light, and his keen combat instincts caught that tiny glimmer.

The holy lance, piercing through the void with its chains, shot out and struck into the distance against the direction of the light.

The nameless man roared, "Have mercy, Mr. Raymond!!!"

Raymond replied, "I know what I'm doing. Don't worry, I won't die."

In another corner of the world.

Electromagnetism, carrying a laser beam, is observing the void. The weather is fine today; the atmosphere has minimal impact on the observation. Having just emitted a beam, Mr. Electromagnetism, along with his apprentice, is eagerly awaiting the data. Because the beam passes through dimensional rifts, the observation distance can reach several light-years—truly impressive.

With this in mind, electromagnetism finally arrived.

A streak of light descended from the sky, shattering the chaotic spacetime rift outside Andrei, destroying the defensive barrier set up by the Advanced Magic Research Society, and landing on his instruments, causing a terrifying explosion.

Electromagnetism and lasers stared blankly as a piece of dark matter from the instrument rolled to their feet.

He looked down, staring intently as the small fragment shattered into dust right before his eyes, thanks to the power of the holy light.

"Aaaaaaaaahh ...

"My radio telescope!!!"

"My advance payment?! You damned bastard!! Why don't you just kill me?!"

Kneeling on the ground, Electromagnetic could only see that thing piercing into the earth, with only a golden chain connecting to the sky visible. Overwhelmed with sorrow, he could not let it go.

On the other side, in the city of wandering.

Scholars noticed that the golden chain had completely taut.

“William!”

William held the key that the gold coins had turned into, guiding the magic of the two major magic network nodes and driving the entire city.

A surge of magic washed over Prince Dorgit's body, and William's face contorted in pain under the immense pressure of the magic.

"You fucking move over here!!!"

Finally, the Wandering City, having completed its accelerated process, entered the spacetime rift and began its ultra-long-distance teleportation.

On this rapidly moving ark, a grand séance ceremony is underway.

"Increase the supply of flesh and blood at the original Dark Zone 3 location!!"

"District 5 has excessively high levels of bone marrow!! Immediately inject blood to dilute it!!"

Under the command of the Necromancer's Figurine Company, the Andrei Lich pieced together various parts, while the lich monitoring the magic circle reported data one by one. They were trying their best to maintain the stability of the ritual. Right in the center, where Lyle was originally located, a huge, twisted lump of flesh was constantly transforming into a giant humanoid figure about twenty meters tall.

But now, the entire ceremony is on the verge of collapse.

Just after another overload destruction during the transformation ritual, the grown flesh and blood giant collapsed.

Blood seeped from the ground inscribed with runes, and the fleshy patterns rotted into a disgusting sap.

The members of the Necromancer Figure Company had anticipated all of this, looking at the giant humanoid figure that had collapsed in front of them.

The operator sighed.

"We failed. As expected, there are still many areas where the 'Gundam' ritual needs improvement."

Shining rubbed his joints, which had been through quite a bit.

"Our abilities are ultimately lacking; our knowledge and magical skills are still a bit lacking."

Hearing the two people's evaluations, the lich tool who had been working himself to the bone looked at the change.

"We failed? The City of Wandering is finished?"

With its head tilted to one side, the eerie fire of its soul burned within its skull.

“We failed, but the epidemic doctor did not.”

"Didn't you hear it? It's flesh and blood descending to the gods."

"The so-called séance is what we mean by that."

"The Plague Doctor only needs a powerful corpse."

Before the words were even finished, the flesh giant began to writhe, its enormous body twisting and turning like a pretzel, gradually emitting a teeth-grinding squeak. The color of its flesh gradually darkened, finally turning into a blurry black mist that reflected death. The most conspicuous limbs grew out of the shadows, slender bodies composed of twisted tree branches, with ugly, bizarre nodules accumulating at the joints. The thin fingers were like five spears. The giant moved its arms, making a creaking sound like opening an old wooden door.

The ominous giant has descended upon reality.

Amidst the eerie laughter, Lyle's voice rang out from inside the giant.

“I am the fallen star.”

“I am both the omen of fear and the savior of mercy.”

"Return to your wretched, fragile bodies, and sing my name in your nightmares."

Amidst the ominous giant's ballad-like proclamation, black and red tentacles pierced the land of the Wandering City, dancing wildly in the air, and flowers of flesh and blood bloomed throughout the Wandering City.

The swirling flesh and bones collided, and under the divine light, they erupted into a frenzy.

This time, however, it was no longer just a nightmare.

Chapter 442 Competing Based on Parental Connections

A massive meteorite, accompanied by flames and a deafening roar, fell from the sky.

The shattered clouds were polluted by the smoke and dust from the fire, creating a fiery sunset.

The man stood on the grass, watching the dazzling meteorite fall from the sky, his star-like pupils gradually becoming mesmerized. Dewdrops, condensed from the moisture, rolled down his blond hair, soaking his white robe. The white silk clung to his skin, blood-red, seeping from the water stains, adding a striking danger to his elegance.

"He did it, a shining star..."

Sheliwu let out a lighthearted exclamation, and beneath his white robe, something seemed to surge and ripple like waves.

Accompanied by a curse-like, dark song, a deep-sea omen swept across everything, submerging the space beneath dark waves.

“Lyle…”

The sound of a wooden stick stirring the mud shattered the strange phenomenon, and a thick fog condensed behind Sheriu. A figure reeking of blood stepped into Sheriu's territory. "Don't forget your mission, Divine Remains. Your master will be angry..."

With his downturned lips springing back into a smile like a compressed spring, Sheriu turned to look at his collaborator.

“I have not forgotten my mission, Professor Arnoin.”

Arno's head was bent, and his face, which looked like a broken doll, had eyes that looked like those of a drowned corpse, giving off a dull gaze.

"The City of Wandering, that is the city of the Lord, not your toy, God's remains."

"All things ultimately belong to the Lord, and everything will eventually be His; I have merely borrowed it for a short time."

Faced with Sheriu's sophistry, Arnoin turned around.

"You are merely a vessel, a remnant of a god."

Sheri squinted and smiled.

“I will remember you, my servant of God.”

Like a pebble dropped into water, a meteorite strikes the earth, sending soil flying dozens of meters into the air like splashes of water. The geology is fractured and depressed, compressed under high temperature and pressure into a solid base, supporting the precious exhibits.

The black dragon stretched out its wings, its scales completely charred, a blackened shell of flesh and blood.

The black dragon exhaled scorching breath as it observed the enormous egg beneath its wings.

Its fragile shell crumbles into dust at the touch of a gentle breeze.

It exposes a complex internal network structure.

On the city of wandering, a large black tree was decaying, its branches reaching towards the ground, the ends of which were connected to the sleeping citizens. The gradually disintegrating fragments fell on them, and when inhaled, they caused violent coughing. One by one, the citizens of the city of wandering stood up, looking around blankly at everything around them.

The roots of the black tree shattered into powder, and Lyle knelt on the ground, struggling to stay awake despite the throbbing pain in his head.

The recompilation of the flesh and bones of all the races of the Wandering City, the repair of all the mad spirits, Lyle felt as if his brain had been burned into an idiot.

"I did it, we did it."

The scholar, supported by Irason, stood up again; the Dragon Priest's corruption was cleansed; and the Magic King regained control of his city.

Irene looked at the two boys with satisfaction, her newly opened arcane eyes casting a gentle gaze upon them. A warm surge of magical energy washed over their bodies, and Lyle and William felt as if they had been enlightened.

The eruption of cheers stimulated everyone's nerves, and everyone shouted excitedly, continuing the joyous atmosphere of the celebration in the City of Wanderings. Some even started dancing directly on the shattered City of Wanderings. Before the people who had just recovered could react, they had become part of the dance performance, following the songs and joyful steps, leaving their doubts behind, as if the Night of Lawlessness was not yet over.

William held up the crown, one of the saviors of the wandering city, and squatted on his high platform, his gaze easily sweeping over the jubilant people.