Chapter 1919: Chapter 621: The Mysterious Copy Map (Part 4)
Compared to the sacrifices mentioned above, this reality dealt a harsher blow to Old Liu’s self-esteem.
“Get lost! Get out of my sight!” Richard’s face darkened as he pointed to the far end, no longer wishing to see these detestable Aegean Humans: “There’s no room here for both me, a Beamon, and your human arrogance!”
“Richard!” Master Ventola stepped forward indignantly: “How can you speak like that! Remember that we are your seniors as well! Even Master Puskas is considered our peer!”
Richard raised an eyebrow, about to erupt, but Master Rijkaard quickly stepped in to smooth things over: “Understandable, understandable…”
“Richard is so broad-minded, he understands this reasoning…,” even the Great Magician, a summoner from the gates, felt awkward: “Everyone, calm down… let’s step back a little…”
“Step back my ass!” the little parrot blurted out angrily.
“Humans are not to be trusted!” Ventéclair and Xiao Kong were deflated with anger. Coming from humble beginnings, the thing they hated the most was being used as pawns, a feeling akin to betrayal.
Humans had praised the old master to the skies earlier, only to use him as bait in the end, setting him up for mutual destruction when the moment was ripe. No matter how magnanimous the two young masters were, they couldn’t accept this.
One of them turned his back, silent like Dragon Knight Lampard, while the other lowered his head, grinding the rocks beneath his feet with his boot, each step creating spider web-like cracks.
The renowned saying on the continent, “Glory belongs to humans, but greatness belongs to Beamon,” after today’s events, provides the best explanation for all who couldn’t understand it before.
“I’m holding back, but don’t push my patience to its limit! If not for a lingering sense of consciousness, you would have been corpses already!” Richard laughed. His revenge was always reserved for the very last, and no talk of Aegean crisis or big picture concerns would sway him. He was genuinely contemplating finishing off these Aegean Mages now.
“Master Richard! I disagree with your view. For the safety of Aegean, every one of us must be willing to sacrifice our lives without hesitation when necessary!” A strikingly handsome young human warrior stepped forward, his immature face full of excitement and awe upon seeing his idol. Around him, several pure and beautiful girls gathered nervously.
Richard glanced at them briefly and felt a bit disturbed. Humans were truly humans; these young fledglings each had remarkable Elemental Fluctuations. Judging by their composition of mages, archers, warriors, and thieves, they were obviously a team of extraordinarily capable adventurers, and what’s more, they were so young. The source of this content ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵
“I have always advocated using sheer violence to destroy everything. Your human tricks, I neither wish to learn nor disdain to learn.” Old Liu couldn’t be bothered with these young ones; he directed his steely gaze at the three Great Magicians: “I’ll count to three, if you don’t leave, then don’t leave at all.”
“I know you’re angry, Richard, and I can empathize.” Master Stefano drew a scroll from his robes and unfurled it with a flick of his wrist: “But I have something for you to see. After that, whatever you decide to do, I won’t flinch!”
This was not a Forbidden Curse Scroll, but a picture scroll, purely printed from the Magic Power within a Memory Crystal Ball. The intricate, real imagery was no less impressive than a photograph on Earth. Wisps of cloud, electric arcs, and flames wrapped around the edges of the entire picture. Anyone with a first glance would know that the mage who created this imprint was no ordinary figure.
Richard initially wanted to tear up the scroll in one swoop but froze in mid-air as soon as he glanced at it.
The eyeballs of Lampard, Castle Lion Dragon, and the several young lords of Feilengcui nearly popped from their sockets, while the jaws of the other Aegean Magicians dropped like they were on springs, falling half a foot.
The scroll depicted a gruesome scene of warfare. Terrifying dark clouds blanketed the land; the dark skies brimmed with lightning; smoke and flames spread in all directions; tattered banners stood skewed in the heaps of bodies. Arrows and javelins crisscrossed the sky. A Silver-Eyed Knight clad in Ice Throne armor, carrying the Pandora Rose frost flag-lance, stood in the center of a blood pool. A cruel smile tugged at his lips as he fiercely stabbed his blood-smeared Frost’s Sorrow heavy sword into the chest of a human mage, and his calm gaze slightly swept towards another panicked human mage a short distance away.
The images imprinted by Magic Power faithfully captured the expressions of the three central characters. The Silver-Eyed Knight’s sharpness, arrogance, and dominance, and the two Aegean Mages’ fear, despair, and cowardice could be vividly felt as if witnessing the scene firsthand.
While a mere magical drawing wouldn’t suffice to cause such a severe reaction, the crux was that the Silver-Eyed Knight on the painting was evidently none other than Feilengcui Lord Richard, while the two human mages portrayed were unmistakably the shabby Master Puskas pierced through the chest by a sword, and a short distance away, the panicked and despairing human mage was not well-known among Feilengcui people. However, every Aegean Mage at the Mage’s Guild had seen this icon’s portrait — Master Van Basten, the Great Magician of Saint Chiao who invented Holy Light Magic and who tragically choked to death on a meat pie.