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The Hanseatic laughter echoed with the cold wind, the chainsaws whirred and tore through the atmosphere, and even space itself seemed to vibrate.
The blades spun at high speed, the roar of the turbine seemed to tear the world's tranquility apart, and the ripples of vibration spread through the air, like an invisible omen of an explosion.
The next moment, the chainsaw ripped through the void, and Hansa swung his arm, the heavy serrated blade slashing forward with irresistible force.
His movements were as swift as the wind, accompanied by buzzing and flashes of electricity; the fusion of machinery and flesh propelled him to an inhuman level.
The chainsaw blade swept across, followed by the sound of cracking and the sensation of explosion in the air, as if the entire space trembled under the strike.
The icy branches rushing towards him were torn apart like paper, the huge cracks widening as the chainsaw swung, ice shards flying through the air.
"The opponent is a tree, and I'm a logging machine? This compatibility is really amazing!"
Despite the approaching sounds of collapse, Hansa, with the mindset of going on a picnic, wielded his enormous chainsaw and hummed a song as he ran forward.
He also skillfully suppressed the thorny tentacles that appeared like an avalanche.
......
The roar of the avalanche was like thunder, shaking the earth as if the entire mountain range was howling.
Irmia has reunited with Calleber and the others.
A massive snow torrent surged in from afar, closely following Caleb and his party.
Each step carried an immense sense of oppression, with shards of ice and snow swirling behind them, as if a silent disaster was rapidly approaching.
“The third spiritual vein point has been resolved,” Calleber said in a low voice, his eyes sweeping across the front.
They only have one left now.
However, the deafening sound coming from afar, the explosive feeling that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart, stirred up an ominous premonition in their hearts.
The commotion was like knights charging into battle on an ancient battlefield, steel and flesh intertwined, and the scene of carnage flashed through my mind.
No one knows how much longer Hansa can hold on. His condition is undoubtedly nearing its limit, but they don't have time to think too much about it.
Fortunately, the last spiritual vein point was located not far from the source of the deafening sound.
There seems to be enough time.
But this abundance is perhaps too short-lived.
In an instant, a cold wind swept in silently, and the temperature in the air dropped sharply.
"Is this the last act of defiance by Fu Hailin's son?"
Calleber whispered, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes.
The branches of death, as if possessing a will, quickly and tightly coiled around us from all directions.
The dark branches twisted and grew, as if crawling out from the depths of the earth, carrying the smell of decay, and frantically rolled towards them.
Before the three could make a move, the dark forest in front of them collapsed as if torn apart by an invisible force.
The branches of death that had been coiling around the ground suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if they had been severely injured, and withered and broke off instantly, turning into countless ice shards that fell to the ground.
The wind stopped, and the world fell into a brief silence.
It was as if the life force of this snow-covered forest had been instantly drained, and the terrifying beings that had once stood in its way had instantly lost their threat.
Irmia's gaze swept around, her grip on her weapon never loosening.
"What...what's going on?" Wen Bingyongli muttered to herself, still gripping the short knife tightly in her hand, her eyes wary.
Calleber squinted, staring into the distance.
The battle in the distance had not yet ended, and the earth-shattering explosions still echoed.
So it's not...
So...
Calleber shrugged and whispered almost inaudibly, "Have they arrived already...?"
The wind and snow stopped slightly, and the oppressive force in the air seemed to weaken with the momentary stillness.
As the wind and snow stopped, everyone's vision gradually cleared, and the previously chaotic scene began to reveal the outline of the terrain.
On the distant horizon, obscured by ice and snow, two figures suddenly appeared, as if emerging from a storm.
At this juncture, only one type of person can be present there—what Caleb calls "partners."
Heretics who steal the authority of the gods.
A magician from the Magic Association.
It could even be—the monarch of the Clock Tower and the head of the Department of Modern Magic.
Caleb walked steadily and expressionlessly toward the two figures, unmoved by the oppressive atmosphere.
Irmia and Eri followed behind him, keeping their distance.
Their breathing was extremely light, and their footsteps pounded silently on the thick snow.
The two figures ahead remained standing still, like silent guardians in the wind and snow, waiting for them to approach.
"The Shape of a Star".
"The shape of the universe."
"The form of God".
“My form”.
The incantation, like the whispers of stars, slowly traveled from all directions, echoing in the cold wind and snow.
"Celestial bodies are empty spaces."
"Emptiness is emptiness."
"The void exists with God."
As the sound echoed, Irmia could feel the air temperature slowly rising.
"What is that?" Irmia murmured to herself, her puzzled gaze piercing through the wind and snow.
"It should be a grand magic show in astronomy, but on this scale..."
Wenbing Yongli frowned slightly. As a disciple of a mage, she eventually became an agent of the Holy Church.
However, he has a fairly extensive knowledge of magic.
Magic, in the end, is about rewriting the laws of the world.
Although the longer the section count, the deeper the content gradually increases.
The limit that the human soul can withstand is approximately ten sections (Ten Count).
Using this as a dividing line, terms like "instant contract" and "Ten Count" are based on the same reasoning.
Of course, a long ritual can greatly enhance the scale and stability of magic, but the quality here has reached its peak.
This could also be considered the limit of modern magic.
As far as Eiri Moon knows, this is a great magic trick that can create such anomalies.
It requires a specially designed ritual venue and takes several days to perform.
This is still a magic performance performed under the "suppression of the Great Source" characteristic of the son of Fu Hailin.
Therefore, the identity of one of the two figures can now be confirmed.
The monarch of the Celestial Sciences—Marisbury Animusfiah.
The magic seemed to be dancing.
Even those who weren't magicians could sense it.
The activated spiritual veins connect the major and minor sources, and even carry physical heat.
"Stars. Cosmos. Gods. Animus. Antrum. Unbirth. Anima, Animusphere──!"
As magic continues to weave its tapestry, magic—bears fruitful results.
In an instant, the stars in the night sky shone brightly.
This corresponds to the magic generated by the black punctuation marks set up by the group from the Holy Church.
Heaven and earth seem to be pulling each other, allowing magic to flow between them.
If a poet were to witness this scene, he might describe it as resembling separated deities kissing.
Dozens of beams of light fell from there.
This can be described as a magic bullet of starlight.
Like a waltz, clusters of light gathered and struck simultaneously.
Even the demonic branches released in large numbers by the son of Fuhailin were crushed and pulverized on the spot, destroyed with a sound like crying.
"Is this the grand magic spell unleashed by the Celestial Sovereign?" Calleber suppressed a bitter smile.
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“The earth’s veins are distributed according to the laws of celestial motion,” Wen Bingyongli said softly, as if responding to the sight of the falling star before her.
Irmia paused slightly, looking around. The wind, snow, and dark forest patterns seemed like reflections of distant celestial bodies on the ground.
Caleb stepped on that strange pulse with every step, as if walking on top of an invisible river.
It cannot be detected even with the most sophisticated instruments; it is an existence far beyond the realm of the senses—a flow of magic.
It was the surging of a great source or spiritual vein deep within, like a breath that did not belong to this world.
Irmia frowned, her steps faltering slightly. Each time she tried to lift her foot, it was as if a sticky force was firmly binding the sole of her shoe.
That pulsation was not just a physical resistance, but more like an interference of presence, dragging her consciousness into some indescribable hallucination every moment.
"Did you feel it?" she asked in a low voice.
"Hmm," Wen Bingyongli replied softly, her expression wary, but a faint smile still lingered on her lips.
"It felt like something was staring at us from below."
Calleber stopped, his gaze cold and calculating. He knew the source of this pulsation—it wasn't just simple ventricle activity; something else was resonating within it.