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Chapter 96: Is My Sword Sharp?
Chapter 96: Is My Sword Sharp?
"Spatial fluctuations?" The Silver Star Alliance Council President paused his administrative work, his expression filled with confusion. After all, this was the Silver City, the headquarters of the Silver Star Alliance, where a magic array capable of blocking spatial manipulation was set up. It was impossible for anyone to perform spatial teleportation within the Silver City.
Of course, that was what he thought. There are no absolute things in the world. Qin Muye's super-temporal teleportation channel could even connect different worlds, let alone a magic array. Besides Qin Muye, the True Dragon Emperor, the Wandering Noble, and others could also accomplish this.
Before he could arrange for someone to investigate, he suddenly felt a chill. In the next moment, a familiar yet strange fluctuation erupted again, causing all the magic and elements within the entire Silver City to go berserk.
"Red Wind Disaster, this..." The Council President was both shocked and furious. After the crimson wave swept across the entire city, countless elements and magic energies decayed and homogenized, forming a massive expansion. Terrifying radiation erupted instantly.
The Council President's expression was grim. He immediately used a flying spell to quickly escape the crimson area.
"Just a wild mage, how dare he do this!!!" The Council President roared inwardly. Even without looking back, he could sense how terrifying the crimson elemental disaster was.
The Silver City was ruined. The core explosion area had turned into red crystals, and the crystallization was still spreading. Whether it was people or objects, they were contaminated the moment they came into contact with it.
Finally, when the chaos subsided, half of the Silver City was gone. The Council President's expression was grim. He was not a fool; it was clear that someone had set him up.
The attacker could not have attacked the Silver City without reason.
He knew that he had sent someone to the Red Wind Plains to purchase the so-called 'sword,' but he was not buying the 'sword' itself; he was buying the technology.
In his eyes, the other party was just a wild mage. If they were willing to contribute, he would not mind giving them a peripheral membership in the Silver Star Alliance. After all, joining the Silver Star Alliance required not just being a mage but also having noble status.
Otherwise, any mage could join, and how could they maintain the legitimacy of the Silver Star Alliance?
Therefore, within the Silver Star Alliance, various factions existed, and it was not a monolithic entity. Before the Silver Star Alliance moved from the Red Wind Plains, the academic atmosphere was strong. However, after the move, numerous external forces infiltrated, changing many things.
The Council President's mind was racing. This was a major event that could get him removed from his position. So, his immediate priority was to shift the blame and find a scapegoat. Rescuing people was out of the question.
However, before he could implement his plan, he felt something amiss with his magic energy, and his nasal passages were itchy.
He reached up to touch his nose and saw blood on his hand.
"This is not good." He realized that the 'sword' was too insidious.
The Council President could feel his thoughts becoming muddled, as the radiation entered his body, causing his magic energy to decay into crimson elements.
His thoughts became rigid and unable to function because the spirit, which served as the storage place for magic energy, had begun to solidify into crimson element crystals.
This 'sword' was specifically designed to target magic. In the Magic Continent, the more powerful the hero or unit, the more magic energy they possessed, and the greater the damage they would suffer.
The crimson invasion did not cause widespread destruction like an explosion. Instead, this 'sword' primarily targeted energy. If it were used in a world without magic, it would likely just be a display of fireworks, with no sound at all.
Just like the Crimson Source, it was incredibly powerful in an environment with energy, but once energy was isolated, it would enter a dormant state.
This was the difference between energy and people.
As the crimson elements continued to decay and assimilate large amounts of elements and magic energy, the entire Silver City changed color, turning into a crystalline city. It continually emitted a radiation that made all magical creatures tremble.
The observers from various factions who had come from afar were also filled with dread. This level of 'sword' was terrifying beyond measure.
The Silver Star Alliance was not an ordinary faction. Before the True Dragon Emperor and other lords, it could be said to be the top faction in the entire Magic Continent. Moreover, as the headquarters of the Silver Star Alliance, the Silver City was undoubtedly even more powerful.
In the end, the Silver Star Alliance was first crippled by the True Dragon Emperor and then completely annihilated by Qin Muye's 'sword.' Only a few scattered survivors remained.
However, having someone test the 'sword' for them was a good thing. At the very least, it would silence those within their own faction who had dismissed it as insignificant.
For them, the decline of the Silver Star Alliance was indeed a cause for sorrow, akin to the loss of a companion. But it also proved that their own factions could easily divide and conquer such a massive entity.
"Mr. Mage, I must ask you to leave without further ado," the Black Hand issued the order to depart.
The old mage beside him broke out in a cold sweat, and the arrogant young man, though unaware of what had happened, sensed a shift in the situation. Otherwise, his teacher wouldn't be showing such an expression.
"I, I—" The old mage trembled, trying to say something, but the memory of the crimson explosion made it impossible for him to speak. He was certain that the Silver City was no more.
The Silver Star Alliance was not just an alliance of mages; it was a means for nobles to maintain their rule, a political and monopolistic center.
Yet, the other side had brazenly destroyed it, something even the True Dragon Emperor hadn't dared to do, settling for inflicting heavy losses instead.
As a political center, it involved far too many connections.
"I have important matters to attend to and cannot see you off. Someone, show them out," the Black Hand said in a gentle tone, but his words clearly conveyed his dissatisfaction with the old mage.
The order to leave was so obvious, and yet the old mage still lingered, thinking that without the Silver Star Alliance, he would still be someone of importance?
Four Bloodthirsty Goblins entered, their intent clear: if the two didn't leave, they would be thrown out.
The old mage quickly calmed down. "The Silver City houses princes and princesses from various kingdoms, as well as the children of major nobles sent there to study. Many nobles have held positions within it. By destroying the Silver City, you are making enemies with the entire Magic Continent."
"Hmm, you're right, but how many 'swords' can the capitals of those kingdoms and the lands of the nobles withstand?" The Black Hand was completely unconcerned. Political pressure or resource sanctions?
Do they really think those kingdoms will seek revenge for the Silver Star Alliance? Perhaps they have long suffered under the Silver Star Alliance. Revenge is out of the question; they might even take advantage of the situation.
Besides, why would they offend a force capable of destroying the Silver Star Alliance with a single 'sword'?
If he couldn't even stand up to the Silver Star Alliance, why would he risk his power and life for it? If he truly felt so desperate, he could just bash his head in, or have his subordinates do it for him.
The old mage nearly choked on his words, ready to argue back, but was immediately pinned to the ground by two Bloodthirsty Goblins, as was the young mage.
"At this moment, you still can't recognize your place. Throw them out," the Black Hand coldly snorted. The old man was used to being in a high position, thinking he would still be listened to.
"Let me go! Thirty years of prosperity in the east, thirty years of prosperity in the west, don't mock the poor youth!" The young mage, pinned to the ground, veins bulging on his forehead, shouted.
Upon hearing this, even the Black Hand was shocked.
But he quickly regained his composure. "Kill them. Dispose of the old and the young, dismember them, and burn their remains to ashes. Then have Tianqi bring the Book of Good News to purify their souls."
The old mage and the young mage were even more shocked. Weren't they just going to be thrown out? Why had it become so ruthless now?
The two were each struck once by the Bloodthirsty Goblins, their heads and bodies separated. Two carried the heads, and two dragged the bodies out.
"Ah, I've never seen anyone so openly threaten their enemies in the enemy's stronghold. This is forcing me to kill them," the Black Hand remarked, having encountered a true oddity.
Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't dare speak up at this moment. If they weren't eliminated now, what if the saying 'thirty years of prosperity in the east, thirty years of prosperity in the west' came true?
So, they were immediately killed, and to ensure they wouldn't return as undead, their remains were thoroughly destroyed and their ashes scattered. Otherwise, if they returned as headless knights or liches, it would be a serious problem.
(End of Chapter)
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