You are all my wings!

At that time, he had just found the core image of the Hurricane Flame Bullet, completed the finishing touch of the magical image, and completely sublimated the magical image into a perfect image. He had just broken out of his meditative state due to hunger.

That's why this tentative move was made.

The effect of the perfect-level magical imagery far exceeded expectations.

Another unexpected thing was that the perfect imagery he comprehended this time even gave him a notification on the interface.

[Master the perfect intermediate-level magic conception Hurricane Flame Bullet, unlock the personal main quest, and complete the Endgame guide]

[First Stage Mission Requirements: Master ten perfect-level intermediate-grade magical images and one perfect-level advanced-grade magical image]

[Mission Reward: Gain access to the Land of the End]

There's even a main quest that's unique to you?

It seems this is still a hidden route.

But what on earth is the qualification for entering the Land of the End?

The final chapter: The abode of the God of the End?

What are the benefits of gaining access?

Does entering this world mean we can avoid being destroyed by the God of End?

Lyon shook his head, unable to figure it out for the time being.

There are still more than twenty or nearly thirty years until the God of the End descends. Although the time is short, there is no particular rush.

Leon decided to temporarily set aside the mission itself and review the perfect-grade Hurricane Flame Bullet he had just attempted to unleash.

The Hurricane Flame Bullet already had a good rate of fire and power, but when combined with the perfect-level imagery he had comprehended, its speed and power more than doubled in one go, equivalent to the power of two or three intermediate-level spells fired in quick succession.

Its peak destructive power is quite close to that of an eight-shot high-speed fireball spell.

If we can successfully apply acceleration magic to the Hurricane Flame Bullet in the future, its power could truly approach that of a high-level spell!

However, it takes a lot of time and practice to achieve this.

Of course, the eagle was just an ordinary monster with average magic resistance, so it's not too far-fetched that its defenses could be directly penetrated by a powerful mid-level spell.

However, it should be noted that he is a second-tier mage. Even with the bonus from being an elemental mage, the actual power of his intermediate spells is still slightly weaker than that of an ordinary fourth-tier mage.

And with the support of perfect imagery, this is not only not weak, but even stronger!

"This is the right way to appreciate sacred murals! Awesome!"

Lyon was secretly thrilled.

Even though I was a highly skilled player in my past life, I never grasped the concept of a perfect image and had never heard of this term before.

This shows how rare and magical an achievement this is.

In the distance, Karl and his men had finished the battle and severed the eagle's head.

"Sir, was that spell you just used a mid-level spell? How could it be so powerful?"

Karl ran over carrying the giant head of the eagle.

"It's an intermediate-level spell, but I learned some techniques from the sacred murals to increase its power."

Lyon smiled reservedly.

"Ah, I'm so envious. You seem to have all sorts of good things in life. How come I haven't figured anything out?"

Carl was now truly envious and jealous.

He can't improve his looks much, but at least he has a chance to catch up in terms of combat power.

In the blink of an eye, Ang had grasped the technique from the sacred mural that could greatly increase the power of intermediate magic.

Lyon smiled and patted Karl on the shoulder, saying:

"Karl, it's okay to be a little slow, the key is to work hard."

Karl said speechlessly, "These words are utterly unconvincing coming from your mouth."

Lyon chuckled, ignoring Karl, and continued to review and plan his future improvement strategies.

There are four pseudo-intermediate spells that I currently possess that I can try to improve: the water-based Frost Tide, the wind-based Tornado, the earth-based Small Swamp, and the water-earth dual-element Frozen Frost Tide.

Among them, ground-freezing cold waves are a variant of cold waves, and it is estimated that there is no corresponding reference image of a giant beast.

Therefore, Leon plans to prioritize raising the three intermediate spells, Cold Tide, Tornado, and Small Swamp, to at least the perfect level.

As for basic magic, considering the lack of low-level monsters in the behemoth landscape, even with perfect mastery, it's estimated that nothing can be learned from the sacred murals; we can only try again later.

At that moment, Maggie walked over with wide eyes.

She was awakened when the eagle crashed to the ground, and then witnessed Leon unleash a mid-level spell without chanting, breaking through the defenses of a fifth-tier eagle in one strike, without using a wand.

She tugged at Leon's sleeve, her face filled with disbelief:

"No, did you really glean anything from the sacred murals?"

She was so shocked that she didn't even add the usual "my dear and respectable master".

"Yes, if you didn't have some kind of enlightenment, how could you increase the power of magic out of thin air? And don't you look like you've had some kind of enlightenment yourself?"

"But, but..."

Maggie hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

Chapter 142 I'm not as easily fooled as Iris!

"But what?"

Looking at Maggie's hesitant, slightly chubby face, Leon couldn't resist reaching out and pinching it.

Maquill's features are even more youthful than Iris's, with a small round face full of collagen, beautiful heterochromatic eyes, and a smaller nose and mouth. If you disregard her inner crazy scholarly nature, her appearance is indeed very deceptive.

"What were you doing, taking advantage of the situation to touch me like that?! How awful!"

Maggie was furious.

"Because it's cute."

Lyon laughed heartily:

“As long as you don’t reveal your identity as an evil life alchemist, you actually look quite like my sister when you stand there.”

"Cute? Little sister?"

Maggie paused for a moment, then crossed her arms and sneered:

"Don't think I'll fall for you just because you flatter me a bit. I'm not like Iris, that ignorant poor girl who, despite being born into a long-lived species, is so easily fooled and gets all excited about you every day! I've buried a lot of playboys like you before!"

"Really? But the way you look at me doesn't seem like you dislike my praise."

Lyon smiled and conjured a crystal mirror with a miniature spell, reflecting it in front of Machiru:

“Magical, just look at your eyes, and you’ll know what’s going on.”

"Hmph! I won't fall for your tricks!"

Maggie turned her head away, refusing to look in the mirror.

Leon chuckled and said:

"Alright, considering your thin skin, I'll stop this topic, lest you lose even this one last chance to be stubborn. Let's talk about what you were struggling with just now, and why you seemed hesitant to speak after I gleaned something from the sacred mural?"

Upon hearing this, Maggie immediately and abruptly changed the subject:

"I have to leave now, dear and respectable master, please allow me to depart."

She had already run far away when she said this, and it seemed as if she was just saying it to appease someone.

Leon shrugged. This girl must have wanted to say something really embarrassing, something that would have made her feel even more ashamed.

I must ask next time I have the chance.

I have to say, teasing Maggie is quite fun.

He took out the dismantling knife from the package and walked towards the massive corpse of the fifth-tier eagle, preparing to dismantle it.

Although they still had a lot of food left, it was still good to be able to eat some fresh monster meat.

After all, the fresher the monster meat, the greater the probability of it increasing attributes.

Last time I ate the heart meat of a fourth-tier eagle, my attributes didn't increase. This time they should increase a bit, right?

……

The disintegration of the fifth-tier eagle was more troublesome than expected.

Even though the corpse of a monster will soften due to the lack of magic power after it dies, the effectiveness of his first-tier dismantling knife is getting worse and worse.

The last time a fifth-tier monster was dismantled was a plant-type pseudo-wisdom tree, which was alright since plant fibers are easy to break.

The monster's flesh is rich in moisture and has tough muscles, making it even more difficult to disintegrate.

With no other option, he had to take out Utaman's third-tier magic sword, which had lost a lot of durability, as a replacement.

The dismantling knife has a wide back, a wide blade, and a long spine, with a curved tip, making it very suitable for dismantling. In contrast, the three-section magic sword is a long dagger, only suitable for stabbing and short slashing. Its shape is not very convenient for cutting meat.

But this time, lacking the necessary tools, we can only make do with what we have.

If I return to the surface next time, I might consider purchasing a suitable one, or having that magician from last time forge a higher-tier one.

Anyway, he's recently acquired quite a few claw-type materials, so he should have a chance to forge a fourth or even fifth-tier dismantling knife.

Therefore, his dismantling process was much slower this time than the last.

While it was true that the blade was sharper, he was worried that the shape was unsuitable and he might cut the wrong magical veins in the muscle, causing the magic to dissipate and affecting the quality. In addition, the corpse was also huge, so it took him nearly half an hour to complete the entire job.

And this was even with Bovary and Miró being called over to assist him.

As for Carl and Mark, because the battle that had just taken place was quite significant, Leon assigned them to be on guard this time.

Iris and Britta were still engrossed in their conversation, and Leon didn't disturb them. He understood the feeling; at this moment, the more focused one was, the better.

"Macchiato, come help out if you have time. There's a lot of meat this time, so we can grill, boil, or stew it. Let's make a variety of flavors today."

Lyon hadn't had fresh meat for several days and was starting to crave it.

Maggie hadn't wanted to come and help, and was staring at the sacred mural with a sullen expression. When she heard the first part of the sentence, she had an expression that said, "I can't hear you."

But when she heard the second half of the sentence, "Let's add more flavors," her eyes lit up.

"Alright, since it's my dear and respectable master's order, I'll reluctantly do it. What should I do?"

"You know fire magic, right? You can be in charge of starting the fire and cooking the pot."

"Fire magic? I am a noble witch! How could I possibly learn mere fire magic?"

"I thought with your genius and intelligence, fire magic would be something you could learn with ease. Oh well, since you're useless, go gather some firewood and leaves."

"I'm useless? Let's see if you'll still ask me to do life alchemy next time!"

Maggie was so angry she wanted to bite him.

"Oh, sorry, Maggie, you're not useless, you're still very useful."

"Hmph, since you apologized, I'll forgive you."

"Then I'll have to ask you to go gather firewood, it's super useful, Machiru."

She straightened her chest, raised her head, and walked off to gather firewood.

Ten minutes later, dishes such as roasted eagle heart, roasted eagle leg meat, eagle head tonic soup, and eagle pork belly were quickly prepared under the acceleration of Lyon's various miniature magic spells.

This is only half the quantity; with the kitchen utensils Leon brought this time, there's no way he could fit the other half in.

The eagle, which is eight meters long and six meters tall, is estimated to weigh more than four tons.

Even with their enormous appetites, this wave can last a long time.

The fragrant aroma instantly filled the entire valley.

Leon thought for a moment, then casually cast a Wind Suction spell to draw in the fragrance, and then froze it with a Freeze spell to prevent it from attracting monsters.

With his current magical reserves, he can perform these tricks without much worry.

Upon seeing this, Bovary couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: