Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 1104 - 1098: Camp Situation

Woo woo woo——

The raging hurricane wreaked havoc in the pitch-black world, and the turbulent sea below was also disturbed by this terrifying force.

When Costate collided with the exit of the great maze, accompanied by a massive explosion and magic fluctuations, all the casters were affected by the intense impact. To resist or relieve the force, they were scattered to various places around.

But the scene that appeared afterward left people somewhat baffled.

After the violent explosion ended, the oppressive darkness of the original great maze, which had suppressed hearts and spells, disappeared. But in its place was a pitch-black sky and a furious sea.

The positions where people stood were particularly peculiar.

On this cloudy sea where day and night were indistinguishable, large and small fragmented lands floated chaotically in the entire space, with many of the surfaces showing the remnants of buildings.

It was precisely these rare remnants of buildings that provided hints to those who had escaped the great tomb.

A local caster who was initially responsible for guarding the Lachmont ruins, after recovering from the initial confusion, immediately pointed to a broken tower he recognized and shouted:

"We’ve returned, we’ve returned!"

"I recognize that tower over there; it was originally a building in the Lachmont ruins area!"

"..."

For a moment, the casters who stood up looked at each other in dismay.

These wary individuals were skeptical at first, but as more local casters began to identify the familiar fragments of land around them, especially after finding the camp they had previously visited, it became undeniable.

An unavoidable truth lay before them.

While they were trapped in the history loop of Lachmont and later during the Nine Commandments’ casters’ great maze, something inexplicable happened to the island outside, causing it to disintegrate into numerous fragments, defying the constraints of gravity, and float beneath the stormy clouds.

What exactly happened here?

Is it because a tremendously powerful original bearer was fighting here, causing the scene before them through the effect of spells; or did the encounter they had earlier lead to this transformation?

"..."

"Where is Miss Costate?"

"Has anyone seen Miss Costate!"

Facing this nerve-wracking phenomenon, after a period of silence, someone finally spoke up to break the silence.

The reason was simple.

The investigator who was previously saved by the Deep Sea Lantern sought to be near Costate in this environment, hoping for some degree of reassurance.

But the result was, they couldn’t find any trace of the maid around them.

Even when someone subsequently used spells to search, there was no sign of Costate or the Deep Sea Lantern nearby.

In this situation, recalling the sight of the maid rushing toward the great maze’s exit and the powerful explosion that forced them apart,

finally, someone couldn’t help but speculate:

"Miss Costate couldn’t have...?"

"Shut up! Such a person wouldn’t fall in a place like this!"

The speculative voice was abruptly interrupted by an investigator.

People in this line of work know the threats that stem from unrest, so they immediately stopped it:

"I am aware that Miss Costate has very strong protective spells; there’s no way the previous explosion could have affected her! As for where she is now..." Pausing, the investigator quickly provided a reasonable explanation, "Perhaps due to the blast, she fell into the sea or some distant place!"

Upon finishing, the investigator realized his tone was inappropriate.

Fortunately, a colleague next to him picked up the conversation, shouting in a very calm and serious voice:

"Before we left the maze, I could clearly sense that Mr. Ronald was still battling fiercely. Now that he’s not here either, there must be a reason for it."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we must not forget the purpose of coming here!"

"Although the environment here looks perilous, the barrier of Lachmont has indeed vanished. Our top priority should be to investigate and confirm the situation here."

"..."

The investigator’s words served as excellent guidance for the crowd.

Not only did the atmosphere of unrest greatly improve, but soon others also began to participate in the decision-making:

"In that case, I suggest we split into two groups."

"One team to stay nearby, investigating the cause and aftermath of the island’s fragmentation; another team to disperse and search for Mr. Ronald and Miss Costate. It’s a mission that cannot be ignored!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"..."

"My spell is quite adept at finding people; I can take a look around."

"I’m sensitive to magic fluctuations, perfect for investigating the cause of the island’s change."

"My flying spell can aid in the transportation of people."

"My spell can heal injuries; if anyone was hurt before, you can come to me for treatment."

"..."

Skilled casters and mere rabble are indeed worlds apart.

After being directed by several individuals, almost all the casters present regained their composure and then engaged in the current tasks.

In just over three minutes, two clear-cut teams were quickly assembled, and rest and reorganization began during this time.

After agreeing on contact signals and basic response strategies,

the teams with different objectives promptly separated to carry out their respective tasks.

First was the smaller group responsible for searching for people.

Unlike the team focused on verifying the value of the Lachmont ruins, they first arrived at a larger eastern area.

This was originally the camp set up by the Nikos casters on the island, but due to the complete tearing apart of the island, the camp was only a third of its original size.

Clap clap clap——

Under the dark cloud cover, the casters landed with the help of flying spells.

Previously unmanaged, the torrential storm had swept this area clean, with nothing unusual detectable from the outside.

But upon arriving here personally,

they found that within this third of the camp, it was filled with fallen corpses!

"Sura!" "Drake?" "Vino?"

After several anxious calls, the casters quickly identified the fallen bodies.

Without a doubt, the deceased were casters from Nikos, left to guard the camp.

Even more distressing was when the investigating casters discovered that the wounds on their fallen companions were actually caused by their own spells or weapons!

The scene before them didn’t resemble murder; instead, it looked like they were engaging in a mutual slaughter?

"..."

Just as the atmosphere grew tenser and more eerie, an agitated voice suddenly rang out:

"Here! There’s someone alive here!"

"Doctor, come quickly!"