The Mighty Dragons Are Dead-Chapter 901 - 0898: Unique Aura (Second Update)
Chapter 901: Chapter 0898: Unique Aura (Second Update)
The fleets from the Tulip Family, Black Horse Island, and Iron Hoof Island arrived one after another, transporting knights and civilians in large numbers toward Mind Island.
Paris stood before the dark and profound Magic Gate, shaken by an indescribable awe.
Although she held little interest in history or novels, she knew that Magic Teleportation Arrays belonged to the realm of powerful magical creations from legends—yet now, one was right before her eyes. Normally, when she interacted with the Magic Guild, those magicians struggled to cast even a small fireball.
Even when Grand Magicians cast spells, the effect was minimal, far from comparable to the powerful moves she herself could perform with a flash of flight.
Nor had she found Archmage Archy particularly amazing, as she rarely witnessed him in combat.
However, in front of the Magic Gate, for the first time, she profoundly felt the incredibility of magic. She had heard from Chris Truth that in this era, the Magic Web had withered, magic had declined, and only if it returned to the level of the Moon Empire’s Magic Web would the inconceivable nature of magical creations truly manifest.
“Captain Paris, what are you thinking about?” Speaking of the devil, Vice-Chairman Chris of the Magic Guild had arrived from the Magic Association’s camp to her side before the Magic Gate.
“I’m thinking about how terrifying magic can be.”
Updat𝒆d fr𝑜m freewebnøvel.com.
“Magic is the most direct manifestation of Truth, and Truth is the deepest mystery of this world, unfathomable. But as magicians, exploring Truth and taming magic are the ideals we pursue all our lives… Although you are not a magician, you should still seek Truth more.”
“Heh, look at magic books and research notes? That’s certainly not my hobby.” Paris felt a headache just thinking about books.
So without further delay, she called the patrolling knights to escort the serf squads, either carrying goods or pushing wheelbarrows toward the Magic Gate.
The knights, having received advance notice, constantly moved among the serf groups.
They loudly explained the essentials of traversal: “When entering, your body will be uncontrollable, but do not panic. Just hold tight to the goods in your hands or the handles of your carts, and in the blink of an eye, you’ll be through! The first trip through the Teleportation Array might cause dizziness, but rest for a moment, and you will recover!”
Despite such reassurances, many serfs still stood in front of the Magic Gate, hesitant and afraid to proceed.
At that moment, the knights would unhesitatingly crack their whips on the ground to spur the serfs forward, and if the serfs still did not move, the next lash would strike them—hitting people was inhumane, yet sometimes, without it, they couldn’t force serfs, who’ve never seen anything of the world, to move.
“Do not be afraid. The Teleportation Array won’t eat you!” Paris, holding a newly invented magical device—a megaphone—joined the ranks of the announcers.
“Once you step through this door, you will be Freemen. Lord Landlord will grant you land—your own land. All the harvests from your toil, the fruits of your labor, will belong to you! Just pay one-twentieth in taxes, and you will have knights’ protection!”
To avoid whippings, for the status and land of Freemen, even the most timid serfs steeled themselves and charged into the Magic Gate.
As serfs entered the Magic Gate in rapid succession, the subsequent serf squads, driven by inertia, stepped through the Magic Gate without any further commotion.
Quickly, the serf groups all entered the Heart Reed Teleportation Formation, smoothly and successfully.
The knights followed suit. Paris planned to go last and, truth be told, she too was somewhat afraid. So she stealthily went to the Magic Association’s work camp, watching Chris and the others busy collecting information about the Magic Gate—this was the task Archy had set.
The Heart Reed Teleportation Formation was only an experimental product; more information needed to be gathered to perfect this great magical creation, the Magic Teleportation Array.
“Did any information come from Reed Marsh?” asked Paris.
Chris nodded: “Everyone safely crossed through the Heart Reed Teleportation Formation. Aside from some of the physically weaker serfs experiencing vomiting and dizziness, there were no other issues.”
“How much longer does the Magic Association need to work here?”
“It will take a considerable amount of time, the gathering of information on the Magic Gate is rather complex, but only a group of magicians need to be stationed here. I plan to head to Flame Island today as well; His Highness has sent word that there are more and more Ancient Magicians of the Moon Slayer, and they need me to assist in the management at the Magic Association.”
“Ah, that’s good to hear, I’ll be leaving first, see you on Flame Island.”
“See you on Flame Island.”
She took a deep breath.
Stepping through the Magic Gate.
Immediately, she was engulfed in a sensation akin to weightlessness, and as she opened her eyes, she could see nothing around her but occasional, faint glimpses of light passing by. The feeling of confinement was rather unpleasant, but fortunately, it lasted only a brief moment.
Then her body felt as if it were cast forward, and light returned to her sight.
Regaining control of her body, she swiftly twisted her waist, like jumping down from a great height, and steadily landed on the wooden planks that covered half of the lake’s surface.
A thud.
Her boots struck the ground, causing the planks to slightly tremble.
Above, the sky was a pristine blue, the sunlight blistering and unrestrained, while around her bustled serfs who had just arrived, busily getting their teams in order. A somber Magic Gate towered behind her, rising from the lake, with simple wooden huts lined up around the lakefront like blocks in a child’s game.
Further away lay an endless, dense forest, its imposing ridges reaching toward the horizon.
“Captain Pàlìsī, welcome to Reed Marsh on Flame Island,” greeted a Viscount Sky Knight responsible for reception, leading a Knight Squad to inspect the entirety of Reed Marsh, “His Highness has ordered that the patrol knights will be stationed in Reed Marsh to maintain law and order and to construct Reed City.”
Suppressing her curiosity about the surroundings, Pàlìsī responded, “Do I need to pay a visit to His Highness in Flame City?”
“There’s no need; His Highness will come to Reed Marsh tonight and hold a dinner for his followers. Then you will be able to hear His Highness’s commands. If Captain Pàlìsī isn’t tired, you can take over the security maintenance here immediately. I still need to inspect the campsites in the Bull Tail Domain, and I’m too busy to manage everything.”
“Then leave it to me,” Pàlìsī promptly entered work mode.
She convened the patrol knights for a meeting and started to assign duties to inspect the campsite of Flame Territory in Reed Marsh, organizing the serfs into teams for housing assignments, and established a strict protocol for entry and exit.
After a moment of reorganization, order was swiftly restored in the campsite of Flame Territory.
The campsite of the neighboring Bull Tail Domain also quieted down quickly.
Unnoticed, the night had fallen.
With a majestic and inviolable dragon’s roar, Liszt, astride the Formless Dragon Bard, descended from the sky. After signaling to Bard to check with Achy if assistance was needed, he, surrounded by knights, arrived at the campsite of Flame Territory to inspect the first batch of immigrants who had come through the Heart Reed Teleportation Formation.
He dispatched knights to the Bull Tail Domain campsite to invite the Marquis of Bull Tail and others to a banquet.
Half an hour later.
By the roaring bonfire, a barbecue dinner commenced, with all the nobles from the Bull Tail and Flame Territories gathering to grill their own meat. Only Liszt, Li Weiliam, Pàlìsī, Chris, and other Viscount nobles and Grand Magicians, sat at a table, served grilled dishes by the servants.
“Father, how do you find Flame Island?” asked Liszt, raising his beer mug with a smile.
Li Weiliam clinked his mug with Liszt’s, drained his beer, and exclaimed, “It’s a bit hot, quite a bit hotter than the Sapphire Archipelago. But it feels more free, bustling with life here. All the land is untouched, yet it harbors unseen civilization and wealth.”
