Chapter 206 Four thousand five hundred years!

Chapter 206 Four thousand five hundred years!

Chapter 206

The silvery-white space-time storm swept down from the sky like a stream of divine punishment, as if the most violent vortex between heaven and earth was ruthlessly engulfing the entire outer plane.

The storm contained both the blazing fire of time and the low roar of void cracks tearing through it. Wherever it passed, all matter and laws were annihilated like dust.

However, on the edge of this nearly destroyed outer plane, there is still a relatively stable area.

This place seemed to be intentionally bypassed by the storm. Although the spatial distortion was still visible, the structure was barely maintained stable, making it the only remaining refuge.

At this moment, on the edge of the storm, densely packed war fortresses stood in the void like a steel forest.

Each fortress glows with the dim light of witchcraft inscriptions and alchemical structures. These are the temporary defense lines built by wizards after escaping from the space-time storm in times of crisis.

And between these fortresses, a group of Morning Star Wizards were standing solemnly, gazing at the silver tide rolling in the sky.

Thunder rumbled in the depths of the storm, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be whispering.

"...According to the city lord," a Morning Star wizard whispered, his tone full of disbelief and awe, "the goddess of the magic web...detonated her own kingdom..."

"She created a space-time storm that swept across the entire outer plane, and her purpose seemed to be to find something..."

His words echoed in his ears, causing silence among the wizards around him.

This group of Morning Star wizards who have experienced hundreds of battles and stepped into many world cracks, but no one spoke a word at this moment.

The shock in their eyes could no longer be concealed.

Even they had never imagined that the Goddess of the Demon Net would fight so desperately to detonate her own kingdom and trigger this disaster in time and space.

Among them, a strong man with a burly figure and wearing heavy armor stood in the front row. The war hammer behind him was as heavy as a mountain. He was the "Warhammer Master".

Unlike the simple shock on the faces of the other wizards, the Warhammer Master's expression was particularly complicated.

His eyes, which seemed to be able to see through metal structures, stared into the depths of the storm, his brows slightly furrowed, and a deep sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

"Something's wrong..." he thought to himself.

"The odds are stacked against the Magic Web Goddess, but why would she make such a self-destructive choice? Is she... looking for something? Or has she sensed a threat that we haven't yet noticed?"

This doubt had been lingering in his mind for a long time, and he even expressed his concerns to the Lord Mayor of the Mechanical City.

Unfortunately, the other party did not give a clear response, but simply evaded the question, with a hint of concealment in his words.

At this moment, he slowly raised his head and looked towards the floating fortress in the center of the distant sky.

It is a floating fortress that is higher than all war fortresses, suspended at the gravity intersection of the edge of the plane. It is where the lord of the Mechanical City resides.

The floating fortress is magnificent, surrounded by countless suspended energy satellites, psychic focusing mirrors and protective magic rings, like a giant floating spell matrix.

In the deepest part of the fortress, the will of the lord of the Mechanical City exists here.

Different from the guesses and deductions of the wizards below, the city lord, whose strength has reached the fifth-level Morning Star Wizard, is not as calm as he appears.

Huge waves had already risen in his heart.

In fact, he knew more than anyone else.

Long before the space-time storm came, the Wizard Council had issued the highest level "warning order" to him, informing him of the truth of the incident in detail.

Outside the multiverse, a main god-level being is slowly approaching this group of planes.

That was a main god, a terrifying existence who could truly reshape the logic of the world with his own will.

The crazy behavior of the Demon Net Goddess was not aimless, but she sensed the approach of that existence, so she chose to detonate herself in advance and cause a storm.

Perhaps it is an attempt to delay, cover up, or even find something "supreme" first.

The city lord did not tell the Morning Star wizards below the truth.

He knew very well that once the truth was leaked, panic, chaos and collapse would spread like a plague.

The reason why he didn't tell the truth to other Morning Star wizards was not only to prevent the battle line from being shaken and the morale of the army from collapsing, but also because...

He was gambling! It was a thrilling gamble with the entire battle situation as the stakes!

Although the Demon Net Goddess destroyed her own kingdom and triggered a storm, this was just a clone.

The value of a formal god-level clone that possesses complete divinity and partial original will is beyond words.

If he could capture this clone and bring it back to the wizarding world, then he would have great hope of exchanging it for a vast amount of resources from the "great being"...

It was even a breakthrough resource that was enough for him to step into the top of the sixth level Morning Star!

That is the threshold that every fifth-level wizard dreams of, and the only path to the ranks of "great beings"!

No matter how terrifying the true form of a main god is.

That was no longer a god that a level six being could rival, but a "Supreme One" who had truly stepped into the top of the pantheon! But he still chose to remain silent, because he believed that the great being in the wizarding world who was watching all this behind the scenes would definitely take action to stop the approaching Lord God!

He was gambling, gambling on his own judgment, gambling on the foundation of the wizarding world, and gambling that behind this storm, the wizarding civilization would not sit idly by and wait for death.

“The opportunity to advance to level six…” The city lord sighed softly, “This time, I have spent three hundred years of my life trying to escape the space-time storm of the Demon Net Goddess… If I cannot successfully advance, today’s battle will be a bloody loss.”

He closed his eyes slightly, and his will turned into flowing light, sinking into the "Furnace of Destiny" in the deepest part of the floating fortress, and gradually fell silent.

If someone could peer into the depths, they would only see a charred and broken flame of consciousness that seemed to be slowly repairing itself, quietly beating.

He was indeed seriously injured. The space-time storm of the Demon Net Goddess was not an ordinary disaster, but a divine-level destructive rhythm that exceeded the understanding of level five.

He had struggled to break free from the center of the storm and had already overdrawn too much.

And right at the center of the storm, a completely different scene is quietly unfolding.

Inside the storm, time rushed like a raging torrent. Almost with every breath, a year had passed in the outside world.

The land here has been completely decayed, and the living creatures of the past have turned into bones and dust. Even the metals, crystals, and arcane constructs have turned into black ash under the erosion of the space-time rifts.

There was an indescribable smell of decay between heaven and earth, as if even the light was stained with the rust of time.

The sky is dim and withered, the stars are covered with dust, and even time itself appears mottled and old.

In this wasteland of death, a ray of golden light was speeding through the air, like the dawn piercing through the rotting sky.

And behind it, a faint light filled with the aura of magic web followed closely, like a falcon locking onto its prey, persevering.

The former is Qi riding on the golden scales.

The latter is the goddess of the magic net who destroyed her own kingdom and caused a storm in time and space.

Qi's original intention was to quietly enter the "second battlefield" and search for Lin En's whereabouts.

However, his infiltration did not escape the perception of the Demon Net Goddess, and once any external force intervened, he was immediately locked.

"Lin En...you must stay alive and return to the wizarding world..."

Qi whispered softly in the wind, his eyes revealing a rare complex expression.

Lynn's role in his plan should have been completed.

But he needed Lynn to return to the wizarding world alive to fulfill what he had written in the contract in the future.

Therefore, Qi was very worried that the space-time storm would consume Lin En's life.

After all, Lin En is just a second-level wizard and his lifespan is not very long.

At this crazy speed of time, every moment of delay may become the end of life.

I'm afraid he won't live much longer.

But the problem was that he had no way to find Lin En! The goddess of the magic net followed him like a shadow, like a snake entwined him. She had already locked onto Qi's existence. If he was distracted for a moment, he would be swallowed up by her divine torrent.

“Damn it…” Qi clenched the golden scales and whispered through gritted teeth, “Lin En…you can only rely on yourself.”

But all is not hopeless.

At least he could still feel that faint but clear connection.

Deep in the golden scale, the unbroken line of the contract was still beating, indicating that Lin En was still alive.

This is the most valuable "good news" in the current storm.

Not far behind, in the silver-white frenzy of time and space, a brilliant yet cold divine light suddenly bloomed.

It was the figure of the goddess of the Demonic Web, a perfect image carved by a god, walking between annihilation and decay.

"You can't get away."

Her voice was ethereal and cold.

She just raised her jade hand slightly, pointed her fingertips, and a rune blade containing divine structure broke through the air, instantly shattering the entire silver-white wind in front of her.

The wind was woven from the chaotic rhythms of time, space, and destiny. Ordinary beings could not shake it at all, but she did it as easily as cutting paper.

Her figure was like a god walking on the top of a storm, with her silver hair fluttering, but there was only one figure in her beautiful eyes: the escaping golden scales.

The corners of her lips curled up in a sneer, her eyes were cold, but there was a hint of obsession.

She was in no hurry.

Even if she couldn't catch up for the time being, she wasn't worried at all.

Because in this storm where space and time are confused and lifespans are draining away like an hourglass, the real competition is not about strength, but about who can live longer!

The man in front of him who holds the eternal supreme balance is far inferior to himself in terms of direct strength, so his lifespan will most likely not catch up with his own.

Then you just need to chase long enough. In the storm, every moment is like ten years. Sooner or later, the other person's life will come to an end.

And she only had to wait quietly, waiting for him to use up the last bit of his life and hand the golden scale to her personally.

"Seize the Scales of Eternity before Shar does."

She murmured softly, her red lips slightly parted.

In fact, she had already sensed Shar's presence.

The true Lord God himself has begun to have an impact on this plane of the world! Even though there are layers of barriers between them, the mere spread of his aura before his arrival has left deep traces on the periphery of the space-time storm.

Above the sky, there were no longer twinkling stars, but dark cracks in twisting spirals;

There is no longer any smell of decay on the earth, but instead there is a dark divine power as thick as ink seeping out.

That is the symbol of Shar, the true lightless night, the end that devours everything.

The Demon Net Goddess took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the sense of urgency in her heart became stronger and stronger.

They are now in the outer plane of the plane world, which is considered the most core place, so the influence of the main god is relatively small.

But even so, the encroachment of darkness has already begun.

If it were in the material plane, it would have already fallen into endless darkness by now, and all light, elements and even time itself would have been swallowed up.

And that darkness continues to deepen.

That means... Shar is approaching.

The distance between her and this plane is shortening little by little... The coming of the Dark Goddess has entered the countdown.

The space-time storm roared, and at this moment, many powerful people were playing games...

The Dark Goddess Shar is coming, and the Demonic Web Goddess is trying to seize the eternal supreme balance before her...

The Lord of the Mechanical City is gambling. He hopes that he can win the bet, that the wizard world can stop the dark goddess Shar, and that he can harvest the clone of the goddess of the magic net after the time and space storm ends...

Qi dominated everything. He who held the golden scales became the pursuer of the goddess of the magic net and the goddess of darkness, Shar.

The current situation can be said to be entirely caused by him, and the plan appears to have been successfully completed.

But unfortunately, when his plan was about to be completed, an unexpected accident occurred, that was the part where Lin En was...

If Lynn died here, it would be hard to say that his plan was truly successful.

Because of this, at this moment he was also praying that Lin En's ring could escape safely and return to the wizarding world...

The demands of many powerful people are intertwined together. In the storm of time and space, everyone hopes to be the one who laughs last.

The time and space storm roared, like the wail of the collapse of the world, echoing in the silver-white void.

In the storm, the rhythm of time and space has been completely disrupted, and the past, present and future are mixed and intertwined.

In the deepest part of the storm, War Fortress No. 13 has long lost its former glory.

Its defense array had long since collapsed, its steel walls had turned to charcoal, and its mysterious inscriptions had been corroded by time.

In the end, not even the ruins could be preserved, and they were completely annihilated into dust floating in the void.

But at the end of the ashes, on the frozen soil that even the storm could not completely wipe out, a pale green light still burned stubbornly.

Lynn, the will of his soul is hidden in that green light.

"...Four thousand five hundred years... I have been in this deadly place... for a full four thousand five hundred years..."

He murmured, his voice old and tired, echoing in the depths of his own consciousness, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

The core of the green light is the life shelter built by Ifgrid.

It was this extraordinary plant that pulled him back from the brink of death little by little, sheltering him on the frozen soil at the center of the storm, and withstanding the ravages of time and space for four thousand five hundred years.

Thanks to the magical properties of the frozen soil, his life span was forcibly extended tenfold.

As a second-level wizard, his original lifespan was only 500 years, but the power of the frozen soil allowed him to extend his lifespan to a maximum of 5,000 years.

Four thousand five hundred years of struggle and practice seemed to have brought some kind of "hope", but also approached the border of the end.

He looked up at the outside world.

The silver-white storm was still howling, still tearing apart the sky and earth, with no sign of weakening at all.

The space-time storm continues.

How long can he live?

Logically, there are still another five hundred years, but that is assuming there is permafrost protection.

But now, the power of the permafrost has been completely exhausted, the green soil has dried up and turned white, and can no longer provide him with life-sustaining energy.

In other words, from now on, Lin En only has less than 50 years left to live! And he knows clearly that in these 50 years, there will be no miracles, no support, and no way out.

He closed his eyes, and the silence and loneliness of these 1.64 million days and nights emerged from the depths of his soul.

There is no dawn, no dusk, no changing of seasons, only eternal cold greyness and the unchanging howling of storms.

In this "prison" where he could neither move forward nor escape, the only thing he could do was to practice... to be more precise, to cultivate Ifgrid.

During the four thousand five hundred years, Lin En was unable to improve his own soul, but could only increase the strength of Ifgrid.

He recalled his past progress: in the first five hundred years, relying on the accumulated meditation bit by bit, he pushed Ifgrid from a first-level plant to a second-level extraordinary plant.

For the next 1,500 years, he continued to work tirelessly, rising and falling with time, and Ifgrid climbed to the third level.

Another thousand years passed, and it finally reached the peak of level three.

According to Lin En's understanding, the third-level extraordinary plant of Ifgrid is the limit.

Therefore, he thought that the power of the Blue Sky Meditation Method could penetrate the extraordinary plants and enter deep into his own soul, thereby improving himself.

However, he was ultimately disappointed.

For the last 1,500 years, the Blue Sky Meditation Method was still completely "swallowed" by Ivgrid, and not a single bit of power flowed to him.

He tried changing his meditation method, tried severing his connection with Ifgrid, and even tried giving up his practice.

But everything failed.

Ifgrid has already "occupied" his path of cultivation, as if it is the "host" and he, the wizard, has become a subsidiary vessel.

And now, Ifgrid is so powerful that it is almost beyond imagination!

It is no longer a level 3 extraordinary plant in the conventional sense, but has faintly broken through a certain "barrier" and stepped into the critical zone between the peak of level 3 and level 4! Lin En clearly sensed that its vitality, combat instincts, and domain control have reached incredible levels.

If he were to meet a great wizard like Yod again, Ivgrid could even strangle him completely in an instant!

Kill the Great Wizard in seconds! From the outside, Lin En's "combat power" can no longer be evaluated by common sense. He has almost become the top existence under the Morning Star Wizard.

However, the irony is that even with such a powerful existence in his control, he is still unable to change his fate!

Because his lifespan is coming to an end! No matter how powerful a plant is, it cannot prolong the life of its owner.

Ifgrid was quietly blooming with brilliance, and the green vines were entwined in the depths of his soul, as if unwilling to see him perish.

But Lin En knew that he really didn't have much time left.

(End of this chapter)

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