Green Monster Epic

Chapter 723: Advancement

A self-created, unnamed, legendary-level lightning magic caused dozens of long lightning snakes to fall with a boom from thousands of meters above Nasir Fortress.

Tim, Bobier, and Roger, the legendary powerhouses from both races currently stationed in the fortress, each used their own methods to guide the aimlessly striking lightning snakes towards the wilderness and cliffs, preventing them from causing damage to the clansmen and buildings within the fortress.

Tim and the others seemed to also sense something was amiss. This suddenly appearing legendary-level magic didn't seem to have any specific target, as if it were just a naturally occurring phenomenon.

Of course, deep within this thick dark cloud, the magic model core, still resonating with faint magical fluctuations, silently told everyone about the culprit behind these dozens of lightning bolts.

Just as Allen passed through the canyon, he saw the dark clouds filling the sky and sensed the faint magical fluctuations. His expression froze for a moment, then he held the Bone Cleaver in front of him, his right leg slightly vibrating in the void, creating a gust of wind as he accelerated towards the core area of the dark clouds above Nasir Fortress.

"What's going on? Where are the enemies?"

As an ally, Allen naturally couldn't stand idly by while Nasir Fortress was under attack. He directly flew to the middle of Tim and Bobier's positions, came to a sudden stop, and began to ask with concern.

"...We're also looking for the enemy!"

Tim and Bobier's eyes were filled with embarrassment. They hadn't discovered the enemy's location yet, which was somewhat shameful.

Allen's unparalleled mental power immediately spread out and quickly locked onto the edge of the northern city wall, the edge of the Magic Academy, and the laboratory that was shielded by more than a dozen layers of magic.

Outside the laboratory, Gunther and his human companions were solemnly working to break through the shield protecting the laboratory.

Others might have overlooked the concealed casting aura due to the laboratory's inherent magical defense effect, but Gunther, Samuel, and the other human mages, as senior mages and the closest to the laboratory, quickly went from suspicion to certainty that the source of the magic in the fortress's sky was in their academy's laboratory.

As a demigod, Allen's mental strength and sensitivity were naturally superior to Tim and Bobier, whose cultivation was only at the middle stage of the legendary realm. They only noticed a magical lockdown area rising from the Magic Academy, but didn't suspect it because of the relationship between the Magic Academy and them.

However, Allen keenly sensed that the magic in the sky that hadn't dissipated yet was closely related to a certain aura within the magically shielded building in the academy.

Whoosh!

Allen dove down and rushed above the laboratory in a few breaths. He raised the Bone Cleaver in his hand and was about to strike when Gunther hurriedly shouted, "Lord Allen! Please hold back!"

Gunther's heart was filled with mixed feelings. Only when the dozens of lightning snakes raged overhead, displaying their powerful magical might, did he have an exaggerated guess about the changes occurring in the goblin obsessed with the truth of magic in the laboratory.

And this guess was very likely the most truthful result, and also the goal that Gunther and his colleagues had been striving for over the years.

The magic above, which was quite different from the magic cast by other legendary lightning mages, had a power and intensity of magical fluctuation that was determined to be higher than the power and fluctuation of the highest ninth-tier magic that Gunther and the others could cast, and could basically be determined to be legendary-level magic.

And a being who could cast legendary-level magic must be a legendary-level spellcaster, because if one hasn't immersed themselves in a certain magic system for many years and has their own understanding and mastery of a certain rule of that system, then they can't possibly cast legendary magic.

A spellcaster who can master at least one natural law must have already set foot in the world of legend. This is the only iron rule that distinguishes the mage profession between legendary and ordinary spellcasters.

Seeing Allen suddenly attack at this time, Gunther didn't doubt that the demigod's attack could directly shatter the dozen or so magical defenses outside the laboratory, but it was also possible that it would awaken Al Bard, who was mastering the natural laws in the laboratory, and ultimately lose the chance to advance to legend.

Although Gunther was somewhat jealous of the goblin mage in the laboratory, because the other party had done something he hadn't been able to do without systematic mage research and education, he also understood that if he didn't stop Allen's actions, then Allen would know the truth afterward, then their Natural Mystery Magic Academy and this mage team that had come from afar would probably no longer have a foothold in the northern wilderness.

Even all the members of their group would be transformed into nourishment in the wilderness under the wrath of the demigod.

The Bone Cleaver was only a fraction of an inch away from falling on the seemingly solid laboratory wall. Apart from the few defensive magics that Gunther and the others had broken, the remaining nearly ten defensive spells were also dented downward under the strong gale. If Allen hadn't suddenly stopped, even the stone building under the shield would have been completely destroyed.

"What? Is the guy inside related to you?"

Allen questioned dissatisfiedly.

Four figures landed at the same time, staring at Gunther and the others with unkind eyes, waiting for them to give a reasonable explanation.

"The one inside doesn't have much to do with our academy, but he has a lot to do with your tribe, Your Excellency!"

Gunther smiled wryly and slowly replied, "If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Al Bard, who cast the spell just now, is probably at the critical moment of advancing to a legendary mage. Rashly interrupting his actions may ruin Mr. Al Bard's advancement!"

"What??"

Allen was stunned at first, and then his face was filled with joy. He hurriedly and carefully put away the Bone Cleaver, staring at the laboratory with burning eyes.

"You mean, the spellcaster in this building right now is Al Bard of my clan?"

"That's right."

Tim, Bobier, and the others also had complicated expressions on their faces, with both envy and resentment and dissatisfaction. It wasn't until Gunther explained in detail to them, "When a mage advances to legend, they often unconsciously combine the natural laws they have mastered with their magic."

"The magic that appeared above the fortress just now was likely not Mr. Al Bard's intention, but only a magical resonance caused by him subconsciously absorbing and mastering the natural rules."

"Otherwise, with the power of that magic just now, the attack couldn't have been so scattered and so short and weak."

"Good! Good ah!"

Allen was happy for Al Bard's current gains, and also happy that the tribe had another legend. Although he had spent a huge price to extend Al Bard's life by ten years, he also hoped that Al Bard would seize this ten-year opportunity to completely find his own path to legend.

But Allen also knew that this idea was just wishful thinking, and the possibility of it becoming a reality was probably not much higher than his hope for Cole to advance to demigod. Of course, if Al Bard had a longer lifespan, then Allen would have more confidence in this.

"If your two clans have any losses, I will fully compensate you! No! Double the compensation to you!"

"I'm really sorry!"

Although Allen apologized, he was actually overjoyed. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up. The loss of some material wealth couldn't compare to the joy of having another legendary powerhouse in his clan.

“That won’t be necessary. Actually, nothing was really lost.”

Tim and Bobier, the two leaders, shook their heads, rejecting Allen's kindness, and glanced at the laboratory protected by the magic barrier with complicated expressions.

“Then we won’t disturb you, Lord Allen. We’ll go back and deal with some clan affairs.”

Rather than staying here and feeling envious and resentful, it was better to be out of sight, out of mind. With this thought in mind, the two leaders exchanged a look and tacitly said to Allen.

“Alright, I’ll host a banquet later, and we’ll all get together.”

Allen nodded, not intending to keep them. His attention was focused on the laboratory, which still showed no significant activity.

… …

Albard woke up from his daze. The changes in magic manipulation brought about by controlling the electric rules when casting the spell were still endlessly fascinating to him.

Just now, his consciousness seemed to merge into the electric snakes in the sky. Countless electric elements cheered around him, like old friends he hadn't seen for many years. Although they seemed somewhat unfamiliar, they also felt very familiar. With a thought, the electric elements gathered into powerful lightning bolts, shuttling through the clouds.

Even his weak, decaying body seemed to be infused with energy once again under the stimulation of these majestic electric elements, regaining vitality, making Albard feel a rare sense of lightness and vitality.

A spell model that he had conceived in his mind for more than ten years suddenly became clear in principle after he grasped a little of the superficial knowledge of lightning rules. As he subconsciously integrated these rules with the spell model, a prototype of a magic spell that was truly cast intentionally was displayed by Albard for the first time in the real world.

What Albard didn't know was how much chaos this spell he cast had brought to Nasir Fortress. Because of the obstruction and separation of more than a dozen protective spells in the laboratory, Albard even felt that everything he had just experienced was just a fantasy in his dazed state, a beautiful reverie knowing that he was about to die.

However, Albard soon noticed something unusual. That was the sharpness of his thinking at this time, without any sense of slowness, and his weak and old body seemed to have no discomfort or deadness.

When Albard truly reacted and carefully examined his body and spirit again, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he had truly regained his powerful vitality. A clear spring suddenly appeared in his originally depleted sea of consciousness, constantly releasing new mental power, washing and scouring the long-silent sea of consciousness.

Never before had Albard felt so powerful, and with every passing moment, his body was rapidly absorbing the invisible energy from nature, nourishing and replenishing his weakened body for too long, making him constantly stronger and growing.

At this point, if Albard still couldn't understand what had happened to him, then he would be unworthy of being a mage.

For a time, Albard's heart was filled with mixed feelings, including the relief of surviving a disaster, the joy of harvesting after years of hard work and exploration, and also…

Although Albard had long been prepared to face death willingly, as a sentient being, unless he was mentally ill or truly desperate, who would really give up a good life and a prosperous and beautiful world!

His mood had been surging. With the strong self-control ability Albard had developed in Fort Fart, it took him more than half a magic hour to return to normal, but there was still a trace of emotion that occasionally flowed in his heart, making him feel refreshed and intoxicated.

Reluctantly looking at the empty crystal cover on the experimental table, Albard placed one hand on the core hub that controlled the activation of magic in the laboratory, and his mental power directly cut off the connection between the hub and the energy source. As a buzzing sound rang out, the faint aura of the protective magic being removed quickly dissipated in the air.

When he pushed the door open, before the short Albard could see the movement outside the door, a tall and familiar figure blocked Albard's path and used irresistible power to stop Albard's shoulders, easily lifting him up.

“You always manage to surprise me, kid!!!”

When Allen's face, with a wide grin, came into Albard's view, the magic aura emanating from Albard's body immediately dissipated.

“Clan Leader, why are you here?”

Albard was a little embarrassed. He had secretly sneaked out, which violated the Clan Leader's instructions to him. Now that the Clan Leader had appeared here, it was clear that his sneaking out had been exposed after all.

“I’m here to drag you back!! Tell me about you, if your body is not well, just stay in town, and if you need any information or materials, just send me a message. Why bother coming all the way here!!”

Allen carefully looked at Albard's white hair, the withered face around his face like dead wood, and the dense old age spots that had not yet faded. The smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a bit of heartache.

Although he had fortunately broken through to the legend, Albard's own aging state would probably not be greatly changed because of his breakthrough. Except for the age spots on his face, which may be repaired with the passage of time, Albard's white hair and withered, wrinkled skin will probably accompany him until he is finally buried.

This has a great relationship with the situation and appearance of the legendary breakthrough itself, and it cannot be remedied by human power.

“If I hadn’t made this trip, how could I have the harvest I have now! Perhaps my choice now is also proving my pursuit of the truth of magic!!”

Albard didn't care and comforted Allen.

“That’s true.”

Allen deeply agreed. As someone who had walked the path of legend, he also deeply understood that for the legendary seeds walking on this path, every choice was related to his own breakthrough and promotion.

“Anyway, it’s your own choice, and you’ll have to bear the consequences in the end.”

“Now that you’re okay, let’s go back and prepare. I’m going to hold a grand celebration for your breakthrough!!”

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Clan Leader. I still need to digest what I’ve gained from the previous experiment, and there are still many materials and inheritances in the academy that I need to learn. I want to take this opportunity to sort out what I’ve been exploring over the years.”

Albard was a little unwilling and said embarrassedly.

“… … That’s fine too. You can stay here for a while, and I’ll go back to prepare the celebration. I’ll notify you to attend when the time comes. Anyway, with your current speed, it’s only a few magic hours to go back and forth.”

Allen thought for a while and followed Albard's idea. He turned to Gunther and said, “You wouldn’t not welcome him, would you?”

“How is that possible? Now Mr. Albard is a distinguished legendary mage. We also want to ask him for some experience!!”

Gunther and the others said seriously.