Chapter 595: Chapter 512: The Origin of the Secret Magic Society and the New Reformation
At midnight, within the capital, the sand of the magic clock flowed backward a full one hundred and eighty degrees, heralding the new day’s arrival.
Aurora, who had been prepared for some time, activated the Ring of Secret Arts at the same moment.
Accompanied by a mysterious glimmer on the ring’s surface, the witch’s perspective was immediately split away.
Before her was an endless expanse of darkness, vast, immense, without end, and scattered throughout its depths, countless points of light flickered into existence.
Aurora understood that each point of light represented a star.
Although it was not her first time reaching this place, Aurora still marveled at the majesty of this miniature cosmos, and how perfectly it replicated the movement of these celestial bodies.
Harrov and Vittorio’s figures soon materialized beside her, and Lynn naturally was among them.
Shortly after everyone had gathered, in the dark cosmic void, a point of light closest to them suddenly began to expand rapidly.
The next moment, a dazzling light enveloped everyone’s vision, signifying a distant star had met its demise, scattering abundant light and heat into the empty reaches of space.
Time passed unknowingly, and as the intense radiating light started to fade, Aurora’s vision just restored to catch sight of four figures slowly emerging in the void.
“Welcome to beyond time…”
The deep voice echoed in everyone’s ears, and the one who spoke was the elder with disheveled white hair on the right—Aurora naturally remembered his name was Albert Einstein.
“My friends, it truly has been a long time since we last met,” Harrov said, steadying his spirit and greeting them warmly.
Due to the need to face the empire’s war, they had all been busy with preparations for battle and advancing to legendary status; thus, there had been little leisure time to convene legendary meetings. By their count, it had been over a year since their last gathering.
Importantly, having truly completed his legendary promotion, Harrov now possessed the confidence to face the custodians of the Secret Magic Society.
Isaac Newton nodded, then with a smile said, “I’ve heard from some members of the Secret Magic Society that you have defeated the empire and dissolved the church?”
“Impressive, Eira is not easy to deal with,” Bo’er commented with admiration from the side.
“Indeed, the power that false god possessed was beyond our expectations. If she hadn’t suddenly encountered some problems, the outcome of that battle would have been hard to predict,” Vittorio spoke with a hint of fear lingering.
The projection of the Divine Kingdom that could limit their domains, as well as the ability to control space at the wave of her hand, were both exceedingly terrifying.
At best, they had managed to drive her away…
“It’s just a pity that when we attacked the Holy City, there were only the four of us. If there had been a few more legends, we might have been able to settle that false god once and for all,” Aurora remarked with some regret as she looked towards the four figures, her words tinged with a subtle undertone of reproach.
Clearly, she harbored deep resentments towards Bo’er, Isaac, and the other legendary members of the Secret Magic Society.
Destroying the empire and killing that false god would have been extremely advantageous for the entire Wizard community—it meant that from then on, their casting would no longer be constrained, nor would they need to skulk and hide from the church’s pursuit.
Therefore, in Aurora’s eyes, capable wizards should exert their effort and send Eira to hell together…
However, these legends of the Secret Magic Society, who had ascended earlier and were even stronger, did not show any intention of taking action.
It should be noted that they had fought desperately against Eira at the front lines, facing such an enemy that even as legends, there was a possibility of falling.
“It is indeed regrettable, although we would have liked to help, we probably wouldn’t have been much assistance…” Curie spoke, shaking her head with a sigh.
Upon hearing this, Harrov, Vittorio, and Aurora all slightly furrowed their brows.
“Previously you mentioned that it wasn’t convenient for you to intervene in your current state. Could it be you have suffered some severe injury?” Vittorio bluntly asked.
He had wanted to ask this question before, but Bo’er had suddenly pointed out their false legendary status which had shaken him, so he had not delved further into it and received an ambiguous explanation—they were not on this continent.
But having become a legend and realizing the strength of this realm, Vittorio found this reason even less acceptable.
The circumference of the planet they stood upon had long been calculated to be approximately forty thousand kilometers. To any wizard below the rank of legend, this number was astronomical, far exceeding the furthest reaches of a commoner’s imagination.
Yet a legendary wizard could fly at the speed of sound, traversing thousands of kilometers in an hour, and from any corner of this planet reach the kingdom in a day at full speed!
Even accounting for rest, it would take at most a few days to arrive.
Distance was never an issue if they wanted to come.
Vittorio suddenly considered a possibility, and then he heard Albert Einstein say,
“We have not suffered any injuries, but we simply cannot leave this miniature cosmos! For what remain here are merely aggregations of our consciousness, magic power, and knowledge!”
Einstein’s words left Harrov and the others utterly astonished.
Isaac Newton, like a riddler, then asked in response, “I suppose you should have some speculations about our identities.”