Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The White Dragon's collection includes one seaweed-covered shipwreck after another rising to the surface, ugly pirates ruled by vicious curses leaping from the decks, and the ghost pirates gifting the White Dragon, Poldris, an entire pirate fleet at his beck and call.

Captain Drake, with his octopus-like face, laughed and raised his scimitar. The cannons roared, the reef base at the bottom of the coral fortress shattered, and most of the mermaid kingdom collapsed.

Drake shrugged in response to Poldris's gaze.

"Sorry, it was just a slip of the hand."

Chapter 790 The Magic Wand of Heaven

Before the White Dragon Poldris returned to the Coral Reef.

Glaciers had already covered the coastline, and a fierce wind howled. The White Dragon Priest raised his ice spear, and along the snow slope leading to the land, an ice storm descended from above, covering the approaching giants with frost. Twenty ominous giants were now frozen solid, their congealed flesh clinging to the thick ice walls, forming a huge, terrifying mural.

Princess stood atop the iceberg, surveying the hordes of demons. The hatred and hostility in her eyes received no response from the ominous signs of the deep sea. From the thick fog, one after another, twisted giants slowly emerged, approaching the glacier of death. Those versions of themselves embedded in the ice did not elicit a single roar from the ominous giants. They advanced silently, like a spreading black tide, unstoppable. The condensed aura of terror proclaimed a cruel reality: nothing could hinder them, not even their manipulated, puppet-like flesh and blood bodies.

A sense of oppression hung over the white-headed man, and Poldris felt a chill. Principality, sitting on the back of his neck, reached another extreme. Suppressed to the limit, it ignited a rebellious rage.

Spreading its wings, it swung down, whipping up a blizzard, and transformed the magic of frost into spears that pierced the body of the ominous giant. It continued forward, watching the body gradually stiffen. Poldris felt a deep fear of the dense fog; the giant emerging from it was larger than the fog itself. The thick fog was like a bottomless pit, from which countless monsters capable of corrupting the ocean emerged.

Priscilla is indeed powerful, but her strength is finite. Maintaining an iceberg might not be too taxing for a dragon priest who survived the last divine war, but she can't keep it up forever. Perhaps their attack is misdirected. Poldris reminded her several times, but the white dragon priest seemed blinded by rage, only thinking of venting her fury on the endless puppets.

The white dragon priest's madness amused Arnoin, who was hiding in the shadows; maintaining composure was common sense for a spellcaster. He meticulously maintained the séance, controlling the deep-sea omen to slowly erode the white dragon. These hateful enemies of the gods deserved this fate. Arnoin was quite confident in his concealment magic. As an old-school lich and a high-ranking professor of flesh-and-blood séance, he was adept at hiding himself. His scent, his figure, his temperature—aside from the magic that maintained the ritual—made him appear like a corpse buried deep in the earth.

"Keep roaring, you fool, my goal is about to be achieved."

"Moroki! How much longer are you going to watch!" Priscilla roared through the blizzard, maintaining her frenzied posture, yet her eyes remained as cold as ancient ice. The blizzard was her disguise, using herself as bait in a delaying tactic. Like dragons, the dragon priests were long accustomed to group tactics.

A chillingly dense magical energy tore open a spatial rift, and a blue dragon priest wearing a dragon priest mask and an ancient robe appeared on the coastline. He didn't carry a wand or other magical equipment; the scholar stood on an ice floe, as if he were on a picnic.

Before Arno could even catch his breath, the premonition of death descended upon him once more.

If the sun were shining, the enormous shadow overhead would have warned him much faster, but unfortunately, the thick fog of the deep sea omen made the area as gloomy as night.

boom!!!

What fell from the sky was a fallen floating city. The cone-shaped foundation, inscribed with mysterious runes, fell like a divine sword from the heavens. The flying earth and rocks could not escape the floating city's attack range. Arno only had time to raise his defensive spells before he was swallowed up by the magical burst of the defensive runes and the physical impact of gravity.

The earth shook violently, and the soil exploded like water droplets under the impact. The harbor near Moshui broke directly off from the continental shelf, becoming a new floating island, waiting for the seawater to fill the terrifying ravine.

The city's main district wasn't located here; instead, connected to the base was a crystalline blue dragon, its body radiating diamond-like light. Christo gripped the mage tower beneath him tightly with his claws; even with the magical network mitigating the impact, the blue dragon still felt a tingling sensation throughout its body. He raised his head, sensing the shattered earth along the base, and reported the situation to his teacher.

"Teacher, there is no longer any abnormal magical reaction."

The scholar, standing on the ice floe admiring the frozen colossus, stroked his chin. "My student, since this is your first time wielding the Heavenly Wand, Moonnaffal, I suggest you follow the tutorial and complete the remaining steps."

"But……"

"The second step..."

"Second step, Moonnafar connects to the magic network, preparing to unleash a wide-area magic burst, three, two, one." A powerful white light burst forth from the crack in the ground, the soil groaning in the magic, an earthquake no less powerful than the first attack on the city defenses struck the area, and after the white light dissipated, the surrounding environment was completely changed.

The crystal, imbued with magical energy, covered an area of ​​ten miles, completely erasing the original landscape features.

Christo stared, mouth agape, at his masterpiece.

"Teacher, only the magic reaction is working."

Moroki nodded, looking up at the white dragon priest who had descended before him.

"The third step."

Blue Dragon sighed.

"The third step is to collect the magic crystals, supply them to Moonnafar, charge him, and begin."

The floating city rose once more, the crystalline formations of the altered earth and stone structure shattering under the pull of magic, transforming into pure magic that flowed into the magic net. As the Wandering City rose again…

“Teacher, everything is gone. It’s more like an abyss than a basin…” Christo’s voice trembled. He clearly remembered controlling the device beneath him, step by step, to completely erase a piece of land in less than ten minutes. This outcome was more than a natural disaster. He remembered that the original purpose was to deal with a follower of an evil god.

The scholar seemed to sense the blue dragon's unease and gently comforted him.

"It's alright, child. You will use the power of the World Builder to fix it later."

He should have kept quiet, because once he did, Christo immediately flew into a rage.

“This is not what I expected! Teacher! You didn’t tell me that the World Builder would have such a terrifying power! He’s a follower of an evil god. Killing him is as easy as kicking a pebble at a construction site!” That’s just how Christo is. His first reaction to encountering powerful forces is not ecstasy, but worry about whether he can control and use them correctly.

The scholar remained elegant and gentle, patiently guiding Christo.

"We are the embodiment of the magic network. We monitor magic, and no spellcaster can escape our perception. We modify the environment, repair and mend. Although we joined the Salvation Society for this, child, we are good people." The scholar discovered Christo's problem: he did not have a proper understanding of the power he possessed. He seemed to think too little of himself and the child he had raised.

“But you said that those who surpass us in realm are not bound by the world…” Blue Dragon recalled the tragic state of that unknown evil god’s follower. “I have serious doubts about the truthfulness of your promise.”

"But he didn't surpass me."

The Scholar, the Blue Dragon Priest Moroki, a failed thief of the Dragon Age, an eighth-level chain, and a world builder. He likes to cite the Crusader King Raymond and his rebellious student Apocalypse as examples, because there are few beings who surpass him. The Scholar habitually maintains humility, but his student, the Blue Dragon, seems to mistake his humility for weakness.

There are one or two people who are better than me, really only one or two people who are better than me.

Seeing his sisters walking aggressively towards him, the scholar added a final comment.

“Arnoin certainly didn’t attend your father’s old-fashioned open class on bone necromancy.”

"If we've had some contact with him, this old lich should be able to hold out a little longer."

Chapter 791 Awakening

Priscilla saw the Blue Dragon Priest standing still, showing no reaction except for the natural flow of magic on his mask. A second or two later, she realized that his attention was focused on her.

"What's wrong?" Priscilla was quite grateful for Moroko's timely assistance. This was how they used to work: other dragon priests handled local battlefields, while Moroko opened portals to provide support everywhere. A feeling of nostalgia welled up within her, and her initial frustration at being used as bait lessened somewhat.

"It's nothing. My student questioned my efficient spellcasting process." The scholar chuckled. "He seems to think that an arcane sorcerer like me should exchange spells a dozen times before using a forbidden spell to defeat the enemy. A spellcaster should be efficient and direct, not like a warrior who can't find the knack and just throws out power mindlessly."

The white dragon priestess, who was being used as bait, felt offended, and her voice turned cold, carrying a hidden meaning.

“Poldris wouldn’t ask so many questions.”

The boastful tone aroused the dragon priest's doting father complex.

"The thirst for knowledge is the driving force for a spellcaster to become stronger, and after defeating a powerful enemy independently, I should satisfy his thirst for knowledge as a reward." Starting to boast about his achievements, Morokui seemed to have forgotten that Arnoin was just a small goal for him.

“Hmph, I’ve sent Pol back to reinforce the deep sea. Now, deal with this real formidable enemy,” Priscilla pointed at a group of frozen giants, “throw them into another dimension or transfer them to any damned corner of the plane. Don’t let these filthy creations get near my ocean!”

Immortality and the divine nature of the Deep Sea Omen posed a challenge for the Dragon Priest, but Priscilla would never be willing to seal it away on the land near the sea, anywhere, as long as it wasn't here.

The scholar raised his head to observe the sculptures, remaining silent for a moment until a piece of broken ice fell from above.

"Perhaps, there's no need for a seal..."

The blue dragon priest stood in the melting black tide, the floating ice beneath his feet calm and undisturbed. The ominous giant turned his body, looking down at the diminutive dragon priest. The giant no longer attempted to cross the iceberg, silently facing the scholar with the enormous fissure in his chest.

Priscilla spread her ice wings and stood behind the scholar, awaiting his next move.

"You should return." A torrent of magic condensed into a magical dragon before the ominous giant. After a brief standoff, the thick fog dissipated, and the sea returned to its former azure blue, leaving only undulating icebergs and empty beaches.

Priscilla was somewhat surprised, "Why does the Divine Relic listen to you?"

"Because I became a mentor early enough. Don't worry, He was the part that was being used, and now he is no longer a threat."

The scholar called Christo over and asked him to begin the project of breaking down the iceberg.

“I’m more worried about what’s underwater. Although Arnoin is a dangerous follower of an evil god who controls the remains of the gods, their only target can be that temple.”

Priscilla shook her head and turned to assist the blue dragon in starting the thawing process; such a large block of ice blocking the land was ultimately not a good thing.

“Awakening the slumber is no easy task, and I was prepared. Besides the necessary divine offerings, the essential condition for awakening Triton is the song of the mermaid. The mermaid’s magical voice is the only sound that can awaken the slumber. The successor I have chosen has lost her voice.”

"Where are the other mermaids?"

“Vina holds their lives in her hands.”

“You can’t expect her to be as strong as you.”

"Of course! She's my child!"

Scholars expressed skepticism, noting that they knew who the human connected to the mermaid Vina was. Their ending wasn't entirely tragic; the nascent evil god wouldn't be corrupted by the deep-sea blessing, and Vina wasn't nearly as desperate as Priscilla.

These hopes, however, can also lead to weakness.

Seeing her somewhat obsessive younger sister, Morokui chose to change the subject.

"Therefore, the Mermaid Song is a vow of love, and it is also part of the fairy tale."

Priscilla controlled the iceberg to shatter, without looking back.

"To give to love is a thousand times better than to give to one's master."

Priscilla hadn't realized that Arnoin, like herself, was merely bait, a means to lure the two dragon priests with her own death. Vina did indeed make the same choice, but she hadn't anticipated the urgency of the white dragon, Poldris. Unaware of the slumbering beings' awakening, the white dragon bravely confronted the annihilating dragon roar, saving the lives of the merfolk—and only their lives.

The ghostly pirates and the out-of-control mermaids were evenly matched, but the rude ghosts quickly bound all the mermaids. Cunning and treacherous, they used fishing nets and other tools, along with hair-pulling and multiple-against-one tactics, to bind all the angry girls. Drake was quite pleased with this, until the bound mermaids collectively coughed up blood.

"Bitch! I ordered you not to hurt them! Keep your knives safe! I'm going to shove them down your throats!"

The ghost sailors lowered their heads under the glare of the white dragon, and replied aggrievedly, "Boss, we didn't do it. I swear on my precious gold coins, these big-tailed women started spitting blood before I even picked up the rope."

[The Mermaid Song... They've finished singing.] The only conscious mermaid, Vina, ignored the menacing pirates around her. Clutching a fragment of the Tide Pearl, she hurled the enormous ice ball imprisoning the spirit of Sheriwu at the white dragon.

Get him out of here!!! Quickly!!!

There was no time to explain. Vina turned and rushed towards the temple. She had failed in her duty, made a mistake, and needed to make amends. Vina held no hope; what drove her was not a sense of responsibility, but the panic of the situation spiraling out of control.

Poldris gripped the puck, and a half-person-high gash was exposed to the white dragon as it rolled.

“It’s empty inside, Vina.”

【I know……】

The mermaid floated in the sea, her panicked gaze fixed ahead. Pirate cannon fire had destroyed many buildings, and fallen coral reefs had piled up here with the undercurrents, suffocating seaweed and disturbing the luminous jellyfish swarm. Without these obstructions, Vina's vision was now directly connected to the temple.

A massive fissure embedded in the underwater volcanic belt emitted an eerie, ghostly light. The light, which had previously illuminated the entire coral reef, now flickered and shifted rapidly, like a visible heartbeat.

The vengeful spirit of Sheriwu floated on the crack, and his spirit body began to flicker with the eerie light.

After a moment of dizziness and disorientation, the spirit vanished, and the temple above the rift collapsed, sinking along with the coral reef.

Vina heard the singing.

From the seabed, from the earth's core, from places beyond the reach of sight and hearing, only the mind can perceive them.

Excitement and beautiful singing voices emerged.