Inside the Atomic Universe, the starry sky was boundless, and the stars in different colors congregated into a strange and glamorous view.
Lucien and Natasha slowly appeared, cutting off the space-time connection with the abyss.
"We finally got it. Otherwise, we would've had to go to the Silent Hell to look for the special Stellar Core." Looking at the black slate in Lucien's hands, Natasha was quite fond of the beautiful and complicated patterns on it. They were all highlighted and glittering like a ticking second hand. Also, every pattern had the vague feeling of flowing water, which was full of dreamy feelings. Not just the lady, even Lucien, a man, felt that the Time Plate was a delicate work of art.
"If the Demogorgon of Darkness and the Angel King hadn't conspired to set me up, the Time Plate would've been his collection after he became the Prince of Demons, and it would've been much more difficult to get it back." Lucien extended his right hand and touched the Time Plate, sensing the illusionary feeling of flow.
In the World of Desperation after the fusion of Frozen Fortress and the Abyssal Belly, Gonheim was close to a demigod. If most of its power was left here, Lucien could only suppress it but not break its fortress even if he asked Douglas, Fernando, and Hathaway to attack together. In that case, Lucien would rather ask someone to help him go to the Silent Hell.
Natasha also extended her right hand curiously and touched the surface of the Time Plate, quite enjoying the strange feeling. In the meantime, she said solemnly, "It's true that top legends have their eyes on you, and two of them …"
She had thought before that even if Lucien did not steal anything and did not walk on Viken's path to become a demigod, his arcana studies and the improvement of his magic abilities would've attracted hostility and schemes, too. Right now, the "prophecy" had come true!
However, there was no fear on her face, only a little concern and concern. She was full of fighting desire and fighting will, partly because she was very confident in Lucien, and partly because, as a Knight whose creed was to protect, she felt that it was an encouragement and training for herself.
Lucien bent his finger and tapped the Time Plate, but no sound was generated. Only dull ripples spread out. "In this age, no expert who wants to make further progress can avoid the swirl, unless they want to completely abandon the age and hide in the depths of the Boundless Ocean or the secret alternate dimensions. However, in such a case, chances are that a legend will think of him first when they want to transform. A lone man is the easiest target.
"As long as the Congress continues its current development, I believe that we will win the final victory.
"As for myself, I'm already prepared to face challenges and malice from all sides."
Lucien's words were plain, but there was a strong will hidden in them.
Natasha chuckled. "Even if you hadn't become a sorcerer, you would've made remarkable achievements as a Knight. Right, has the 'Angel King' completely perished? Your 'Positron Cannon' is truly an apocalyptic spell! "
After following Lucien for a long time, her language was rather up-to-date too.
"After other antimatter is researched and manufactured, it will no longer be a dream for a sorcerer above level-three of legendary to destroy the world on his own. All he needs to do is blow it up." Lucien said half-jokingly. The power of "Positron Cannon" could be significantly improved, depending on his own magic strength or the preparation of the casting materials in advance. Such preparation in advance was much more terrifying than "Eternal Blaze". Only a tiny amount of antimatter was needed to destroy a planet. Of course, the laboratory couldn't fulfill the requirements of the synthesis of antimatter yet.
While talking, Lucien took out the Morning Light crystal ball and cast a spell.
"Mirror of Fate!"
In the surrounding pitch-black universe, specks of illusory light appeared. They were like countless fireflies and also like a sky full of stars. This was the starry sky of fate!
Those "light spots of fate" gathered into a mysterious, hazy mirror. As the glittering crystal ball in Lucien's left hand flew in, the surface of the mirror began to shake violently, as if a giant stone had been thrown into a smooth water surface, raising ripples.
The ripples gradually died down, and the hazy feeling was gone. An angel with thirty-six wings on his back appeared in the mirror. Suddenly, infinite light appeared in the mirror and flooded out.
Natasha, who was watching nearby, was the first to realize what was going on. She grabbed Lucien, who was slightly stunned by the power, and blinked to the other side of the Atomic Universe. Then, she saw that the Mirror of Fate was swallowed by a cluster of pure, clean light. The cosmos around was swallowed too, leaving a lifeless void. It was not until the universe trembled and the power around surged over that it slowly disappeared.
"So, this is the power of the God of Truth …" Natasha said to herself with complicated feelings. Was it the true god that she worshipped in the past? Also, even though the name of faith had retreated to the spiritual realm in her heart, it was still the God of Truth. Therefore, she couldn't help but have indescribable feelings when she faced the "god" that had lost its sanity but only pure power and rules.
After easing the blast of the recoil caused by the destruction of the Mirror of Fate by the power of the God of Truth, Lucien scratched his chin softly. "If I master the rules of Mountain Paradise and the God of Truth, will I be able to make use of their power at a critical moment? Also, why is their power so strong? Is it the fundamental transcendence, or is it the accumulation of quantitative changes? … "
Looking at Lucien's face, Natasha's lips curled. The coldness in her silver and purple eyes became gentle. She said with a smile, "Grand arcanist, you can really start your studies anytime and anywhere."
"Ha. It's a professional habit …" Lucien was back to himself and replied humorously, "It seems that Mecantron hasn't completely perished. There's no telling whether it's because he hasn't arrived with all his power, or because of his special connection with the God of Truth. As long as the God of Truth is still alive, he won't really die and will be resurrected on the seventh floor of Mountain Paradise."
Lucien speculated the reason why Mecantron hadn't completely perished. Although the Positron Cannon did not have the ability to trace the original body like the Sword of Truth, Lucien believed that if Mecantron had arrived with all his power, he wouldn't have been able to react in time no matter what methods of resurrection he had. He would've been obliterated by the Positron Cannon together!
"I think it's the latter possibility. To deal with you, a grand arcanist who has mastered several top legendary spells, in the abyss where the power of 'Mountain Paradise' can be significantly weakened and suppressed, it's almost impossible for the Angel King to succeed if he doesn't arrive with all his power. I don't think he would make such a mistake of underestimation." Natasha scratched her chin with her right hand and expressed her opinion.
Under normal circumstances, Mecantron was certainly one of the top experts among the top legends. When he was near Mountain Paradise, he was even very close to a demigod. However, in the abyss, even if he had arrived with his real body, he would only be at the lowest peak of legendary under the influence and suppression of the air of the abyss. If he didn't try his best and only summoned most of his power, he would probably be equal to the highest level of level-three legendary, on the same level as Lucien.
In that regard, sorcerers who had a lot of spells and weird approaches were much stronger. They could adapt to almost all battle environments without being significantly weakened.
"That does make sense. The power of 'God's Guard' is similar to what he performed in Renstadt." Lucien recalled carefully. "However, whether or not it was because the resurrection body that he prepared for Thanos was the incarnation of the God of Truth, he is only equal to a newborn angel right now. It will take him at least five years to recover the legendary power. As for the return to the peak of legendary, I don't know how long it will take."
Although the Mirror of Fate could only determine whether Mecantron was alive or not and could not predict his status, Lucien could make a vague judgment based on the signs.
Hearing Lucien's speculation, Natasha suddenly chuckled and pointed at the iron planet where the high magic towers were rising. "I think we should discuss it after we get home. Don't you feel that the cold and dark universe cannot compare to the warm and cozy living room? There's also black tea and music. Also, we are not far away from the door … "
Lucien secretly criticized himself. "Well, I need to prepare for the upgrade of the Moon Timer too."
… …
Inside the Frozen Fortress, Gonheim, the Demogorgon of Darkness, sat on the dark throne again. Wounds so deep that bones could be seen appeared on his hands that were tapping the gems softly, but there was not the slightest trace of blood flowing out.
Inside the wounds, there was an icy blue light that seemed to have frozen everything. Even the Gonheim's terrifying healing ability could not remove them in a short time.
There was also a black scratch on Gonheim's face that emitted the air of death. Although it was shallow, it made his face cramp now and then.
Touching his face with his left hand, Gonheim's eyes that were changing colors were chaotic and cold. He mumbled to himself in a low voice, "Lucien Evans, Apsis, ice sculpture …"
As a cunning prince of demons, he had other preparations. So, after paying a certain price, he defeated the joint attack of the Snow Lady and the Monarch of Death as quickly as possible. However, Lucien was even faster. He had already left with the Time Plate.
… …
The Month of Harvest (September) was a warm season in most places, full of the joy of harvest and the joy of singing and dancing. However, in the northern province of the Schachran Empire, a cold wind was already blowing, making people feel that they were stepping into winter.
Escorting a few business teams, a group of mercenaries walked on the desolate plain. The Schachran Empire had always been best known for its vast territory, abundant resources, and abundant magic creatures.
Among the mercenaries, Katrina's blonde hair was tied into a ponytail. She groped for the bald dwarf statue in the bag with her left hand and thought to herself, "Why did my teacher ask me to put the statue outside of the temple in Dumute? Why is the statue unfinished …"
She was very curious about that.
"We've arrived at Calcate City!" The pathfinder in the front shouted. At the border of the plain and the forest, next to the river, a magnificent but old city appeared before their eyes.
It was Calcate, the third largest city in the northern province, only second to Nanoki, the capital, and Kirv City, where Marquis Fetado lived.
Katrina was back to herself. Extending her left hand out of the bag, she thought to herself, "Let's not worry about my teacher for now. The most important thing right now is to complete the compulsory quest …"
This was the destination of her compulsory quest. It was also her hometown.
Looking at the familiar architecture and the unique scenery, she was more or less dazed.
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