Chapter 1918: Chapter 621: Mysterious Mapmaking (Part 3)
In the hierarchy of magical titles, the gap between each level becomes a world of difference as one reaches the highest levels. Even if injured, the Netherworld leader and the Witch King still possess the strength to fight!
The three Aegean Magic Tutors surprisingly did not attempt to flee, perhaps realizing that escape was futile. Instead, they straightforwardly led the mage troops, gliding over the Basin Grand Canyon, slowly flying toward here.
After the gloom cleared, the resplendent Emperor Polo once again wove golden rays into a magnificent robe, sprinkling it over each Aegean Magician. Everyone passing over the Basin Canyon carried with them a carefree and transcendent grace and the pride of a victor.
Liu Zhenhan suppressed his anger, tore off a piece of sleeve, and roughly bandaged Yitiao’s blood-stained arm.
While gathering his people, Yitiao was severely injured by the fierce mental power spheres launched by several princes and Lampard.
The others were not much better off, even the Tenth Prince Ventéclair, a super Ent with the “Evergreen Domain” fighting within his home forest, was heavily wounded. One can imagine the ferocity of the battle when the seven senses vanished and chaos reigned within the domain.
The little parrot had long since shrunk back to its original size, clutching the green Phoenix Egg with its two tiny claws. Its dazzling orange plumage was burned in patches of green and purple, filled with scorch marks, causing it to curse continually.
“Here,” Liu Zhenhan retrieved the “Ice Throne Battle Armor” and returned it to the Death Overlord equipment, pulling out a silver hoof-shaped wine flask from the Shaman gear. He took a sip himself before throwing it to Castle Lion Dragon Lan Ruoshi, pointing at the massive Elephant Vulture.
Fawkes’ maiden blood from the Thousand Beauty Cups brewed into an excellent Dankle Wine, possessing the unique ability to disperse all negative effects.
“Richard…” Master Stefano slowly descended from the sky with all the human mages, guilt mixed with a hint of determination, heading straight towards Old Liu. The source of thɪs content is 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
Where Old Liu stood was a scarred patch of forest leveled by elemental shockwaves, the verdant Southern Cross Star now had many such scars, each empty space flat as a dyke. The green stones drenched in moist soil were inscribed with bloodshed.
Remnant forces of the Magic and Underworld Clans also stood with Old Liu on one of the forest scars, the three factions forming a triangle. All were silently busy treating their wounds, a steady stream of venomous glances melting into the ground.
Despite appearing peaceful, one could tell that no one would leave unscathed.
“…We were forced to do this; we had no choice!” Master Stefano’s gaze remained fixed on Old Liu, his tone shifting from passionate to calm: “…Let’s do this… I’ll give Otigha a ‘Earth Fire Burning City Scroll’… as compensation…”
“Don’t speak to me in that patronizing tone!” Liu Zhenhan finally erupted, grabbing the mage closest to divinity, grinding his teeth as he growled: “What the hell! Why? Why did you deceive me? Why didn’t you join me in the Southern Cross Star Forest to resist the Underworld Clan’s invasion? Why did you sneakily muster your centaurs and hide, waiting for a chance to cast Forbidden Curses?”
Old Liu pulled Stefano directly in front, nose to nose, his gaze could swallow Stefano whole if it were a mouth: “You old bastard, who the hell cares about your Forbidden Curse Scroll! If you dare mention Forbidden Curse again, I’ll kill you right now!”
Faced with the Feilengcui Lord’s twisted and gruesome expression, the followers who accompanied the Aegean mages felt slightly restless, but such irrational acts were quickly restrained by Master Ventola and Master Rijekaarde.
“We humans have never been accustomed to entrusting our fate to others, not even to the Bimon Holy Sky.” Master Stefano stared coldly into Old Liu’s eyes: “Is that reason sufficient?”
No words from any language could describe the sense of loss Liu Zhenhan felt upon hearing this.
Once thinking he was a universally supported Aegean…
Once thinking he stood at the world’s pinnacle as the Lord Saint Xiao…
Once believing himself to be a hero resisting alien invasions…
At this moment, Liu Zhenhan finally realized that the world was not as straightforward as he thought.
Humans could revere him as an esteemed guest, could acknowledge his guild title, and could heap countless glorious titles and dazzling halos upon him. While considering himself a trendsetter and favored child of divinity, these humans, at critical times, chose to trust themselves without hesitation rather than the Bimon Holy Sky and the Dragon Clan.
This confidence resulted in making humans the masters of Aegean.
Releasing the clothes he had gripped, Liu Zhenhan felt utterly deflated, finally understanding that even if he died under a Forbidden Curse today, the future Aegean Continent would not condemn the deeds of these three Magic Tutors, only celebrate and praise them. As for a fleeting Saint Xiao, he would merely be a pitiable sacrifice confirming human wisdom.
This principle of sacrificing for greater purpose was known to many, and Liu Zhenhan understood it too, but when it happened to him, he found it hard to accept.
Even more cruelly, Master Stefano had shattered an illusionary vanity, outright dismissing all Liu Zhenhan’s contributions and enthusiasm, degrading him to an expendable pawn rather than an indispensable hero.