Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 625 - 578 The Giant Dragon is Dead
The immense teleportation gate, supported by formidable magic power, had surpassed the limits of what Space-Time Mages could study.
Teleportation magic was to establish a folded space corridor between two distant locations, an emergency passageway cleared out by mages within the crevices of dimensions. This passage was filled with disturbed space-time forces, and the time-space sand masses formed from the accumulation of chaotic magic power were the main reason for the interference with teleportation magic. These undefined, dangerous masses, if they came into contact with anything in the channel, would erase the touched part like a rubber eraser, and this was also why teleportation magic failures resulted in a caster’s fragments appearing in different places at the same time.
After continuous exploration by the casters, teleportation magic evolved in two directions: one was short-distance and highly efficient instantaneous movement, which minimized the risks of traversing space, allowing them also to harness time-space sand masses to unleash dangerous Blades of Dimension. This elevated Space Mages to combat units. The other was the long-distance and stable teleportation gates, which used meticulously crafted teleportation arrays to create space-time anchor points, manually infusing magic power to construct sturdy corridors. The art of teleportation gate magic became increasingly refined, becoming the most convenient transport for casters, although it could cause dizziness and vomiting—a teleportation side effect that could even affect the souls of the dead.
But no matter which direction of teleportation magic was birthed, none could compare with the immense teleportation gate before their eyes.
Teleportation magic, constructing an efficient corridor connecting two places.
But every witness understood that the teleportation gate before them was merging two distant spaces together.
That space-time door, like a mirror, allowed everyone to clearly see the other world, a grain of fluttering dust, a droplet of dew on a leaf; Lyle stood at Andrei Academy, gazing at another world.
It was like a miraculous spectacle crafted by the God of Magic.
Hiss...hiss... 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Scorching sand fell from the gate.
The blistering wind swept through the academic gathering, and a giant dragon enveloped in swirling black mist stretched out its claws.
The Black Dragon Priest, Ohmhead, his bent body slightly curving, nodded to the Principal after a brief exchange, then slowly walked under the wing of the giant dragon.
The second gate had frozen over, truly becoming a sheet of ice mirror; beyond the mirror lay a dark, deep sea. A figure slowly emerged, the Dragon Priest’s skeletal frame further adding to her sharp beauty.
She passed through the ice as if walking out of a mirror, and behind her, the dark tide revealed dreamlike glimmers from several shadows.
The White Dragon Priest, Princess, kneeled in homage, leading a flurry of snowflakes by the side of the giant dragon, crystals of ice growing on her pearl mask as if to isolate everything.
The third gate was melting away, the fiery world, and the intense heat blurred what was once a clear teleportation gate.
Steel and flame stepped out before the destruction of the teleportation gate.
The Red Dragon Priest, Fleisheimer, snorted disdainfully at the skeletal totem pillar not far away, a scoff of a master smith. Bowing to the people of Andrei, he moved to stand behind them.
The fourth gate, a world of flowers and leaves, the pungent smell of grass making Lyle’s nose itch.
The Green Dragon Priest, Irason, elegantly bowed on the other side of the teleportation gate, her vitality infecting the cold castle. Even the Liches felt a stirring, a quest for youth.
Crack.
Irason was tripped by an exposed root or something similar through the teleportation gate.
The Green Dragon Priest, under the watchful eyes of the Liches, fell to the ground of Andrei Academy.
Dead silence.
Irason seemed not to have realized what happened, looking up confusedly to see the Principal.
The Principal covered his face and awkwardly shifted his gaze, just to catch sight of the entire Literature Club laughing, bent double with mirth.
"Law! Judgement!"
"The disrespectful! Falling to the ground! Gravity doubled!!!"
The members of the Literature Club immediately suffered the same fate as the Green Dragon Priest; they fell face-first into the ground, their skulls buried in the mud still trembling.
The Principal’s response couldn’t be wiser, using the embarrassment of his academy’s members to ease the guest’s awkwardness, which was very fitting.
Although Irason was close to tears, the Liches wore ashen faces.
The final teleportation gate was exaggerated to the extreme, the melodious chime of the City of Wandering’s bell covered everything. The Arcane Eye pierced through space, staring at the people of Andrei.
The Blue Dragon Priest, Morocoy, lifted his helpless sister. With his supreme magical skill, he put on a spectacular display of magic fireworks for Andrei.
"Teacher." "Scholar Tutor." "Mr. Scholar."...
As a former magic professor of Andrei, he received the respect of the Liches.
Let by the Principal, the Liches of Andrei clapped in welcome, and the Dragon Priests returned the gesture with a bow.
The academic gathering proceeded in an orderly fashion.
...
Aryan put on her newly bought crystal shoes, and after regaining her flesh, her attire was no longer as conservative as before; beneath her nun’s clothing, she would now try something new.
The new sense of satisfaction didn’t dispel the misgivings inside the dissenter lady. She took a deep breath and opened the grand doors of the Church of Holy Light.
Everything here was as if crafted from gold, radiating an eternal brilliance.
Just like His Excellency in his splendor, he stood at the edge of the pulpit, his gaze lifting to the stained glass window adorned with the pattern of angels.
"My sister, you are late today," he said.
"I’m terribly sorry, Your Excellency Raymond. I was purchasing some household items in the City of Wandering and lost track of time," she replied.
Mr. Raymond turned around, spreading his arms wide.
"It’s of no great concern, Aryan. You need not apologize. You are one of my only two listeners, and I am willing to wait, if only as a matter of gentlemanly dignity," Mr. Raymond began preparing the holy communion wafers and some ceremonial scriptures, acting like an ordinary monk. "However, Andrei has been quiet for a while today, the clamor outside has also vanished. Is there an event today?"
Aryan tensed up completely.
"There is an academic meeting today..."
A figure materialized out of thin air, Star Spirit Loveday kneeled and reported everything observed to the archbishop.
"Today, Andrei Academy is holding an academic meeting about the Giant Dragon; the Purifier Lyle, Your Excellency, has resurrected the Giant Dragon. The Dragon Priests were also involved in this affair."
"Lady Aryan did not go to the City of Wandering; she has been waiting outside the chapel, driving away any living creature capable of carrying messages away from you, Archbishop Raymond."
Shadows crept up Aryan’s back, the twisted dark confronting the Psionic Glaive.
"Assassin, have you been spying on me?!"
"Archbishop Raymond is the only man we follow, Lady Aryan."
Different voices started arguing in the holy chapel, and that sole man rebuked them both. Mr. Raymond walked down from the pulpit, approaching Loveday; Star Spirit retracted the glaive, becoming more respectful.
"Lyle, resurrected the Giant Dragon? And held an academic meeting without inviting me?"
"Aside from Archbishop Raymond, all the heads of the Andrei Club were invited by the Dean," Loveday responded.
"Preparations seem thorough," Mr. Raymond replied nonchalantly, now approaching the quivering Aryan.
"My sister, why won’t you look at me?"
"I... I no longer have the face to behold your glory. But I don’t believe I’ve done wrong, Andrei is our only home, Your Excellency Raymond."
"You are afraid... Tell me, Aryan, speak to me about your fears."
"It’s just a Giant Dragon, Your Excellency Raymond, its return signifies nothing..."
"Speak. To. Me. About. Your. Fears," he insisted.
Aryan fell to her knees.
"I am afraid that you will take up the Holy Light again and destroy everything here. I beg you, do not do it..."
Raymond’s hand caressed Aryan’s head, as a kind father soothes a weeping child.
"I would not do so, my sister."
Aryan was struck dumb, Raymond Mellock had accepted her plea, how was that possible? Was she not a Purifier? What was happening?
Raymond smiled gently.
"You, the Dean, and everyone else in Andrei think I would act against the Giant Dragon, don’t you?"
"I must say, you understand me well."
"But you don’t understand the Giant Dragon."
Raymond looked into the distance, as if casting his gaze upon the academic meeting, upon the enormous dragon carcass.
"That is not a Giant Dragon, I know it isn’t."
