Chapter 253: Lanqi never sets limits for himself.
"Next, before I arrange the preliminary preparations on the Protoss side, I will personally teach you for a period of time to make you as strong as possible."
The Ice Witch put away the documents for the time being and put them aside. She would give them all to Hyperion later so that she could read them all.
When Hyperion heard the words of the Ice Witch, she quickly came to her senses.
"Would you like to teach me magic?"
When it comes to learning magic, Hyperion is very excited.
They are both witches, so the Ice and Snow Witch must have something to teach her that no one else or the devil can teach her.
"No, your spells are too different from mine. You are not very good at learning my magic. But if you see any magic that I want to learn, I will try my best to make a magic card for you and give it to you."
The Ice Witch said bluntly.
She can definitely help Hyperion replicate the pink sacred-level spells, and while she cannot replicate the orange epic-level spells herself, she will also try her best to make a lower-level pink sacred-level substitute for Hyperion.
"...Is there such a good thing?"
Hyperion was stunned.
I didn’t expect there was such a convenient way to practice.
"Giving you such a difficult task, I will naturally do my best to help you."
The Ice Witch said.
Although she was still a young woman when converted into human lifespan, she had indeed lived a very long life compared to humans. She had already fully utilized her talent in magic engineering, so helping Hyperion make cards was not a problem.
There is only one reason why the Protoss Empire has not yet declared war, and that is that the empire believes that the chances of winning are not 100%.
On the scale of war, any eighth-level warrior has enough weight, and an eighth-level warrior with special functions is even more important.
As long as Hyperion can help them rescue the great demon, it will at least seriously disrupt the empire's plan to a certain extent, and buy a lot of time for the Kingdom of Aethertalan and its northern allies.
"Thank you, Miss Artemis."
Hyperion thanked the Ice Witch.
She also heard the name of the saint from the three gods.
"I heard from the priests that there is a boy named Lanqi who is always inseparable from you. Is he coming to the Northern Continent this time as well?"
The Ice Witch thought for a moment and asked.
She didn't know why the three clergymen always liked to mention the name Lanqi after returning from the Shadow World. Later, after asking them, she found out that the boy was Loren's student and was very friendly and approachable to the clergymen.
Ever since the three clergymen came into contact with Ranci and Hyperion, it seemed as if something fundamental had changed, but the Ice Witch couldn't tell exactly how it had changed.
But it is probably because of Hyperion, after all, she is the daughter of Ifatia.
They in the Northern Continent do not have the recording devices and large-scale reading terminals like the Shadow World Management Association of the Southern Continent, so they cannot see what exactly happens in the Shadow World.
The development paths of magic engineering in the north and south continents are slightly different.
The peaceful and stable Southern Continent mainly focuses on improving the quality of life of residents and using magic engineering to fight natural disasters, serving the training and challenges of the Shadow World. It is a purely human magic engineering, and has a management association for the entire continent to coordinate, and can share and exchange technology and cooperate to a greater extent.
The Northern Continent has been in constant war for many years, and more energy is focused on competing for resources in the real world, mainly used to purely improve strategic capabilities. As for the shadow world, it takes both into account, and is more inclined to the original magic engineering of the demon world, as well as the flourishing of ancient heritage of various races.
After being separated by natural disasters in the sea for decades, the northern and southern continents have gradually diverged.
"He's here too. I lost him at the beginning... but there's a greater chance that he's already in the Protoss Empire."
Hyperion thought that if Lanci was also in the Kingdom of Aethertalan, he should be able to guess that she would look for the Three Gods, so he should also look for the Three Gods and meet up with her.
Therefore, it is highly likely that Lanqi has drifted into the territory of Protos.
"If you meet Lanqi, you can also seek his help. Then I will write to Loren and ask him to reward you on behalf of the church."
The Ice Witch nodded and said.
“…That’s a bit dangerous.”
Hyperion's eyes dodged.
"Your mission is indeed dangerous, but I will do my best to protect your safety."
The Ice Witch admitted, closing her eyes.
"No, I'm afraid he will exceed his quota..."
Hyperion lowered her head and spoke softly.
"Don't worry, I'll take any responsibility, just let him do it."
The Ice Witch leaned against the sofa without hesitation and waved her hand gently.
The Ice Witch could probably guess what kind of person the student taught by Loren, that honest and loyal man, was.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
If you have talent, just use it. The Ice Witch only hopes that someone can help Hyperion.
…
Time flies.
Two weeks have passed since Lanqi arrived in the city of Lilom in the southwestern province of the Protoss Empire.
In the afternoon in the city of Lilom, ancient stone buildings stand along the road. Their window frames and terraces are covered with flowers and green plants. Whenever the breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, accompanied by the sound of the sea, echoing continuously.
Walking through the streets and bridges to the center of the town, the majestic temple stands on the wide garden square, becoming the landmark building of this place.
Its spire reaches up to the sky, glittering with golden trim.
The outer walls of the temple are built with beige marble, which remains as smooth as new after years of polishing. The walls are engraved with delicate reliefs depicting ancient legends and heroic deeds. On both sides of the front door, two tall stone lions appear majestic, as if warning entrants to respect this solemn place.
This temple originally belonged to the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, but now almost no residents dare to come here on their own initiative. It now belongs to the Church of Resurrection.
Unusually, there were no silver-robed priests around the temple this afternoon.
The core central hall at the deepest part of the temple.
A huge cross sits in the center of the spacious space, and the rose window refracts the sunlight, creating shimmering colors that illuminate the entire hall.
All the silver-robed priests in the entire city of Lilom gathered in this hall at this moment. Their eyes were focused and fervent, all focused on the pulpit in the front.
A sermon was going on in the temple.
In the rows of chairs, many silver-robed priests were receiving instructions and taking notes seriously.
“The outside world is corrupt, and the so-called ‘plunder’ and ‘cruelness’ are all lies they weave. Only we have the true revelation because we know the truth of love.”
The figure on the pulpit slowly raised his hand and guided the crowd: "They will try to lead you away from the truth, but you must firmly believe that only here can you find your true home."
“Don’t be blinded by the outside world,” he said in a calm and deep voice. “The real power, the real wisdom, the real freedom, are here with us.”
The silver-robed man who was standing on the pulpit and speaking, the light seemed to turn into a golden sacred mist, lingering around him, making his figure blurry and his face even more mysterious that no mortal could see.
Only under the shining light on his body, his emerald green eyes full of divinity and compassion were particularly clear.
(End of this chapter)