The commotion caused by the meteorite’s fall was much smaller than Lyle had anticipated. It wasn’t that the shockwave, squeezing the air and producing a visible gust of wind, nearly swept Lyle away. Fortunately, Nia anchored him to the ground.

But after the shockwave subsided, there was no further disturbance. The meteorite, about thirty meters in diameter and burning with intense flames, simply sat silently atop the mountain range, quietly burning without causing an earthquake or leaving a crater, as though it had been gently placed there.

Standing on the ground, the giant meteor could not be seen from the top, and the light of the noonday sun seemed to weaken. The struggle lost its meaning, as everyone beheld this burning wonder as if they were witnessing the majesty of a deity.

Mr. Irene was by no means just some great mage.

A calamity, this kind of power was fitting for a member of the Salvation Association.

In his heart, Lyle also equated this godlike spellcaster with someone he remembered.

An abyssal depth of magic power, exquisite magic knowledge.

Scholar Teacher?

Before confirmation, this could only be a sensible speculation. Mr. Irene had vanished, and the opposing sides not far off had returned to a stand-off, looking over here with unease and trepidation.

A minute passed, and Mr. Irene still had not appeared. A terrible suspicion suddenly arose in Lyle’s heart. He looked at the meteor, whose flames were gradually dying, and at its unseen bottom.

Just now, it seemed that Mr. Irene hadn’t made it out.

"He couldn’t have... been killed by his own spell, could he?!" It should be noted that cases of liches like Andrey destroying themselves accounted for eighty percent of casualties, with the remaining twenty percent due to recklessness or being killed by others.

"Not at all, I was mitigating the ’Sky Star’s’ damage to this world. Assisting with its landing, cooling, adjusting the internal materials... we must bear the consequences of our actions."

"If it weren’t so, this place would henceforth be known as Scansor Basin."

Indeed, this manner of action, appropriate arrangements for follow-up, was indeed...

Lyle was about to confirm Mr. Irene’s true identity... no, the pseudonym under which Mr. Irene was operating as Scholar Teacher, but he was interrupted.

"The angels have arrived."

Algernon, Frey, and a host of Legion commanders had finally escaped from the dimensional rift. The magical turmoil caused by the meteorite fall had disrupted their teleportation spells, scraping them up with the temporal-spatial turbulence of the rift. A few Slayer of Darkness members had chunks of flesh gouged from their arms, with bone and blood vividly exposed.

Light, boundless and majestic light, ripped through the dense clouds amassed by the repelling forces of the Sky Star. The Burning Angel, holding the Holy Sword, descended from the sky.

The Earth Angel, Raphael Bydemon, hovered above the Legion of Holy Light.

The Guard Corps, those Crusader warriors who had traded blows with the Defenders over a dozen times without changing expression, unleashed the might of the sixth rank beneath the wings of the angel.

All members at the sixth rank.

Raphael did not speak, his brows knitted slightly like a sage and sage-like elder as he gazed at the being standing beside the ordinary-looking boy. He could feel the power of the spell that had just been cast.

It was out of fear for his subordinates’ safety that he hurried here.

"A force as powerful as George, an eighth-rank Lich." This was no laughing matter; Raphael, as a brother, was naturally aware of the true strength of George, who was also a Crusader leader.

Stronger than himself.

Even with the support of his direct troops, the Burning Legion, Raphael could possibly fight, but there was no need.

"We retreat."

"Algernon, do not defy me."

The Legion of Holy Light departed.

Lyle, the warriors from both nations, and the Forgotten Kings all breathed a sigh of relief. Facing the Legion of Holy Light, the strongest of this era, they could brag about outclassing their opponents for a year. The pressure lifted, the Forgotten Kings almost reverted to their old selves, becoming once again the group of poets who indulged in revelry.

The warriors began to clean up the battlefield, the Forgotten Kings returned to the City of Wandering, Echel and Reed assumed regal postures, waiting for their people who were making their way up the mountain.

Lyle stopped Mr. Irene who was preparing to double back.

"Mr. Irene! Actually..." No doubt about it, this level of strength was the highest he had ever seen, and such skill was surely rare in this world.

Liches, potent magic power, spellcasters, noble demeanor. It was clear, wasn’t it? This was Scholar Teacher!

"Mr. Irene, you are actually..."

Mr. Irene sighed, "Yes, Lyle, what you are thinking in your mind is correct."

"So you really are..."

Irene puffed out his chest, and a sovereign’s dignity emerged naturally.

"I am..."

The Scholar Teacher.

"I am the Old City Lord of the City of Wandering!"

"Ah... Ah????" This isn’t what I was thinking! Isn’t Mr. Irene the Scholar? The Old City Lord of the City of Wandering?! How impressive! Is Mr. Irene the former owner of the City of Wandering, that multicultural dream city?

No, no! Although that’s also impressive, the Scholar Teacher must be no less!

"You might have guessed it, the people of Twilight Memories are all deceased kings. And I am one, too. I indeed was the monarch of a fallen kingdom, but my bloodline did indeed continue. The City of Wandering was the capital of my original nation. Regarding the cause of my nation’s fall, come, let me explain it to you in detail..."

Lyle listened to Irene’s harmonious story with his grandchildren, his face twisting, as it was truly hard to hold back laughter.

F*ck, who is that idiot who blew up the ancestral tomb? Wait a second, why does this seem so strangely familiar?

Lyle felt his train of thought was a bit disrupted by the punchline.

"Mr. Irene, are you really not the Scholar Teacher?"

Mr. Irene paused, placing his hand behind his back.

"I... I’m not sure who you’re speaking of?"

"But, Mr. Irene, you clearly possess such powerful magic power, such rich magic power, I’ve only seen it in my teacher."

Irene pinched the chin of his mask, "The same as my magic power? Could it be... that the Scholar Teacher you speak of also possesses a magical node?"

A magical node?

"My magic power all comes from the magical node I possess, Moon Nafar, which is also the foundation of the City of Wandering. In my lifetime, I turned the capital of my country into my personal Mage Tower, providing me with an endless supply of magic power. That is also why the City of Wandering became a mobile city – it has an original magical node for energy."

"An original magical node? But my teacher only told me about the four great magical nodes."

"Those are original magical nodes. They aren’t magical nodes artificially created by spellcasters. The power of each original magical node would make its possessor’s magic power far exceed that of ordinary people." Irene looked at the puzzled Lyle, "I assume your teacher also commands one of the four great magical nodes, right?"

"My teacher... is the magical node Morocoy, the fourth moving node." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Oh, oh, oh, I remember now, that mysterious spellcaster. I see, Lyle, you are his student. Indeed..."

Mr. Irene said hesitantly.

"It’s really... a case of... a good teacher makes a good student."

Lyle later discussed more details about the magical nodes with Mr. Irene.

"Why establish artificial magical nodes?"

"In order to make it easier for spellcasters to use magical power. It seems there was another reason... at that time, someone wanted to use the magical network to measure the Earth..."

It was Mr. Sky Star.

"At that time, as a rather well-known Elemental Mage, I was traveling around the world, altering ley lines to facilitate the establishment of the magical network, so I wasn’t too clear on the details of those researchers."

As Mr. Irene explained, Lyle gradually dispelled his own doubts. Mr. Irene might not be the same as the Scholar Teacher.

Mr. Irene has the Sky Node, Moon Nafar, and is the Lord of the City of Wandering, the former king of the realm of Arcanists.

The Scholar Teacher himself is the fourth node, Morocoy, a Giant Dragon Priest, former president of the Andrey Magic Research Society, an Advanced Magic Research Inspirer.

If they were the same person, having half of the four major nodes...

That would just be too outrageous.