"What's the big picture?" Faced with Venner the Fifth's question, Rob calmly asked, "Sacrificing the lives of a bunch of innocent girls for the so-called temporary peace? I thought human beings were not that depraved yet. "
The old man did not think it was a big deal. "Magic has only been around for a few years. How do you think human beings survived the dark years before Roland? For the continuation of our race, we did many things that were even more shameful than this. But so what? Looking back, we just made the choice that we had to make. "
"Not this time." Your Honor, the future Supreme Sorcerer, looked straight into the pope's eyes and said word by word, "As long as I'm here, no one can hurt her."
"It's good for young people to be arrogant, but you'd better not be overconfident. The Church has 800,000 soldiers, five groups of Saint Knights, and hundreds of millions of believers. Don't get me wrong. We're not afraid of you, but the Association of Sorcerers behind you." Venner the Fifth put on a sarcastic smile. "You're the most promising genius in the Association of Sorcerers. Of your two teachers, one is the vice president of the Association of Sorcerers, and the other is the director of the Association of Sorcerers. Of course, your attitude can influence the Association of Sorcerers to some extent, but don't forget that it's not you who makes the final decision, but the Board of Sorcerers. I'm very curious. If it's the Association of Sorcerers that wants you to hand over the girl, can you still be so tough?"
Rob was not moved. "Your Majesty, this threat is too low. If you can control the decision of the Board of Sorcerers, why are you wasting your breath on me today?"
"Because I'm waiting." The old man looked at the thin leaves in the sunlight and narrowed his eyes. "Speaking of which, I have to thank you. If it weren't for you, we would have caught the girl of the Bretton Family. Gudilesi was the deadline. Now, the first round of warnings has come. Nine hundred years ago, the Church was always at the forefront in every disaster. Do you know why? Because we were the most powerful force among human beings. But now, it's your Association of Sorcerers' turn.
…
It was already the fifth day in the Margan Desert. In the previous four days, Roussel and Lucia, like the mages who had come to investigate before, didn't find too many clues. The caravan of more than 100 people from Haifa and the two teachers from the Laurel Academy of Magic had disappeared without a trace. As they went deeper, Roussel discovered something creepy. On the fourth day, he finally confirmed that there were no more living creatures in the entire desert.
Whether it was plants, animals, or insects, they were all gone.
Roselle began to realize that the situation might not be as optimistic as he thought. He glanced at Archmage Lucia, who was wearing a blue robe and glasses not far away. She was squatting under a sand dune and examining something with a device.
After a long while, the female magician raised her head with a serious expression. "The environmental degradation here is very serious. According to the townspeople, the oases began to disappear about a year ago. However, the degree of degradation I'm observing now seems to be the result of hundreds of years of accumulation. Grand Magus Roselle, do you know what could affect such a large area in such a short period of time?"
The latter shook her head. "I've never seen anything like this."
Lucia wanted to say something but stopped.
"Archmage Lucia, if you have any other discoveries, you can tell me all at once. It doesn't matter. After the final report is out, I'll take full responsibility."
Lucia nodded, a little embarrassed. "I'm not afraid of taking responsibility. I just don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that we're now … Well, it seems like we've left the original world."
As soon as she said this, Roussel's expression suddenly changed. His figure disappeared from where he was, but he had already used Phase Shift. After a quarter of an hour, the dean returned to where he was, but a bitter smile appeared on his face. "This is big trouble."
"Huh?" Lucia was puzzled.
"I probably already know what's going on here." Roussel's gaze was complicated. "There's only one possibility for this to happen."
"What possibility?"
"We're now in an Abyssal Chasm," Roussel spat out the answer with some difficulty.
Lucia was a research-type mage, and a geo-type mage who specialized in one field. From her appearance, it could be seen that she was a typical scholar. She basically knew nothing about things outside her research field. Although she had heard of the abyss, she knew nothing about the Abyssal Chasm. At this moment, she raised her head and asked foolishly, "Is it very serious?"
"More than 200 years ago, an Abyssal Chasm that was about five kilometers long and two kilometers wide appeared in the southwest of the Dawn Continent. Tens of thousands of abyss creatures swarmed into the Dawn Continent through that chasm. To seal that chasm, the godly palace sacrificed a cardinal and five level 9 paladins. The Reverse Cross Spear of Longinus, one of the Nine Great Sacred Artifacts, was also broken in that battle. The church spent 80 years to repair it, and the Magic Association also helped in that battle."
Lucia was startled. "Is … is it so terrible? What should we do? Should we immediately report what happened here to the council? "
"It's too late. The Abyssal Chasm is the overlapping point between the two worlds. It's easy to come in but hard to leave. Otherwise, the church wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses. I just tried, and we can't leave this desert now," Roussel said, shaking her head.
Lucia didn't realize the severity of the situation until now, and her face turned pale. "Grand Mage Roussel, are we going to die here?"
"Yes. For now, the possibility is quite high." Roussel didn't lie about this question and said truthfully, "Everyone knows that we came to the Margan Desert to investigate the missing caravan, so it will take at least half a month for people to notice that we're missing. It will probably take another half a month to confirm that we're missing. We don't have enough supplies to last for such a long time."
The dean didn't finish his words. Besides supplies, how could the infamous Abyssal Chasm be safe? After all, this was the border between the abyss and the Dawn Continent.
Lucia was stunned. "But … But I haven't finished writing a thesis."
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