Marvel's master of cosmic magic-Chapter 800

"When you return, place a drop of blood on it," Rowan Mercer said calmly.

"If danger arises, it will protect you. Even if Adam personally attacks, he won’t break its defense in a short time."

With a casual lift of his hand, Rowan combined projection sorcery and advanced duplication magic into a new composite spell.

Light condensed.

Scales layered themselves one by one.

A suit of armor emerged, radiating shifting prismatic hues like living starlight.

This was a replica of the legendary armor forged from the hardest dragon scales of the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan. A defensive relic of extraordinary caliber.

Not divine.

But among crafted artifacts, near the absolute peak.

Enough to endure overwhelming divine force for a brief window.

More than enough to give Audrey time to call Rowan’s name.

And once she did—

He would arrive.

Spectator pathway practitioners naturally gravitated toward draconic manifestations at higher stages. The armor resonated with her in a way few artifacts could.

"No side effects," Rowan added.

"Use it freely. Consider it your advance payment."

Audrey accepted the armor with trembling hands.

Her eyes curved into bright crescents.

"Praise the Fool."

Even major churches treated artifacts capable of resisting top-tier attacks as crown jewels.

And she had just been handed one.

The rest of the table watched in open envy.

Complete future formulas.

A defensive relic that could withstand an angelic king.

And guaranteed protection.

Suddenly, Adam felt... less impossible.

Roselle stared at the armor, thoughtful.

What exactly are you, Rowan Mercer?

He had long suspected Rowan was nothing like the rest of them.

Not a soul imprisoned in Sefirah Castle.

Not a normal transcendent.

Rowan’s abilities exceeded what even gods casually displayed.

Yet Roselle did not pry.

Rowan intended to help him revive.

That was enough.

Once Rowan finished assigning tasks, the gathering shifted into free discussion again.

Derrick raised his hand hesitantly.

"I’ve been assigned to accompany Elder Lovia to explore a ruined temple we discussed before. Do you have any advice?"

Alger frowned.

"If it’s a temple of the True Creator, I recommend avoiding it. Even destroyed, such places often retain hidden corruption. And if Lovia is a Shepherd, she may already worship that entity."

Derrick’s shoulders slumped.

"The mission isn’t optional."

Rowan spoke.

"There’s no need to deal with it."

Everyone turned.

"I’ll relocate Silver City out of the Forsaken Land."

Silence.

Derrick shot to his feet.

"You... you can move Silver City?"

His dream since childhood.

To escape the cursed land.

A world with sunlight.

With stars.

With ordinary food.

Without endless darkness and monsters.

Audrey felt a chill.

Is the Fool already operating at the level of a true god?

Rowan nodded slightly.

"Tell Silver City’s six elders that if they are willing to place their faith in me after leaving, I will bring the city out."

Derrick swallowed hard.

"I’ll report to the Chief immediately. I know he’ll agree."

Rowan turned toward another seat.

"Mr. Strength will accompany you. If problems arise, he’ll handle them."

The spirit-worm incarnation of Mr. Strength rose and inclined his head.

The path to freeing Silver City had just opened.

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