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The cleaning work of the battlefield is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The mages quickly captured the existence of the claustrophobic space and sealed it off.

The Eliot demiplane has experienced battles between several legendary mages and numerous Sauron alien species. The entire demiplane has been devastated, and a high concentration of difficult-to-use magic has been deposited in the soil. Presumably, in the next few decades, This area will become a wasteland.

But at least this demiplane was successfully defended.

This was also the first time that mages successfully defended an attacked demiplane in the face of the large-scale appearance of Sauron's alien species.

Reinhard stood in front of the only intact building in the entire plane. He knelt down and grabbed a handful of dirt with his armored gloves.

"These soils are a mixture of Sauron's alien blood and our magic. Normal plants planted on them will die almost immediately due to magic erosion. The water flowing through these soils will also be contaminated. People and animals may be harmed if they drink it. When life is in danger, this is the magic desert."

He said in a low voice, raised his head, and took out a cloth bag from the void.

"This is?"

High-level mage Saxon was still feeling regretful, but when he saw Reinhardt's actions, he immediately came over.

"This is a special magic plant that I developed using mechanical means. It can be used as a catalyst for a variety of spells. Unfortunately, its growth requires a large amount of magic power. If standard magic stones are used, the cost will be far greater than the benefits. , was originally a failed work.”

Reinhard said, grabbing a handful of seeds from the bag.

The seed had an uneven surface and seemed to have many sharp thorns. Reinhard scattered it casually and threw it into the black soil in front of him.

I saw these seeds falling to the ground and taking root, with countless root systems extending out of them, drilling into the soil, frantically absorbing the magic power that was difficult for other creatures to use, and soon some prototypes emerged.

"However, it seems that this nightmare thorn is suitable for transforming such a land."

The dark green thorns grew wildly and quickly formed a thorn field. In this black soil, it felt very friendly.

Even if there are nightmare thorns to absorb the excess magic power in this land, I am afraid it will take a long time for this place to become a livable place again. The Eliot demiplane that once had green grass and blue skies has turned into a wasteland overnight. It's really unexpected.

In the conference hall, Hohenheim was sitting at the chairman's seat of the round table. Next to him were Alberton and David.

"Master Hohenheim, are you going back to the Tower of Rainbow next?"

David asked. The last time he saw Master Hohenheim was when he was young. Hohenheim was the predecessor of his teacher, Mr. Braggs, and a legendary mage who laid the foundation of modern magic society. As a junior, he naturally respects him very much. .

"It's time to go back and take a look. I also have some topics that I need to talk to Braggs about."

Hohenheim said in a deep voice. After he regained his consciousness, he no longer talked as much as before and seemed more calm.

"About the progress of magic in these years, and about the war that may come next."

"war?"

Alberton caught the words in Hohenheim's words, he frowned, and then asked.

"You mean, the Sauron alien species will attack again?"

Even during the period when Alberton became famous, Hohenheim had already left the High Council and wandered around the continent, but the talented Alberton still showed enough respect for him. If nothing else, just from just now , judging from the fact that Hohenheim destroyed all the Sauron mutants with one blow, his strength is still above the peak, and the strong will naturally gain the respect of Alberton.

"In places we can't see, Sauron alien species have been multiplying. These monsters that exist to destroy human civilization will not disappear. Wherever there is civilization, there will be shadows, and they are the deepest shadows. ."

Hohenheim said, looking towards the void in front of him, as if he was remembering something.

"When I sealed the world memory from the previous era, I was attacked by Sauron's alien species. I always thought that these monsters only rely on instinct to attack all living creatures, but at that time I clearly felt that, These monsters move in a pattern."

Being regular means that it has been adjusted, and it means that Sauron mutants have a certain degree of intelligence. Due to the bizarre ability of Sauron mutants to transmit resistance across distances, communication between their species should be more convenient than that of humans. If Sauron mutants were to Some individuals with extraordinary intelligence have emerged from the alien species, which is an extremely terrifying thing.

This is equivalent to the mages facing an army that absolutely obeys orders, communicates quickly between various parts, has extremely strong combat effectiveness, and has a huge numerical advantage. This is undoubtedly desperate.

"I just hope that this is my misunderstanding, or that Sauron's alien species has gradually mastered a certain amount of wisdom in its long evolutionary career, and I don't want it to be another result."

Hohenheim did not continue, but both Alberton and David could guess Hohenheim's concerns.

What he is worried about is that if these Sauron mutants are not the laws produced by his own will, but are controlled by some more superior beings, then the mages may have to face more difficult enemies.

In any case, although the Sauron mutants that appeared on a large scale in Eliot's demiplane were all killed, the reasons behind them made Hohenheim more worried. He had been sleeping for too long, and there were too many questions about Things in this world need to be told to the High Council, but at least, it's not too late.

On the rooftop of the conference hall, Newington was standing here, looking in the direction of the ruins.

There, ant-like mages are carefully investigating every corner of the ruins. Although it has become a ruin, the ruins still contain many secrets waiting for people to discover, such as the strange black pillars. Although Hohenheim has already obtained Its core, but people are still unable to completely analyze what materials this pillar is made of and how it is made.

Another example is the claustrophobic space. In the dead realm, how do teleportation spells work? How is this claustrophobic space controlled? And how do humans create Sauron alien species in this cage? These are also unsolved puzzle.

The excavation of a ruins is accompanied by more questions and crises that may come at any time. The mages cannot relax for a moment.

But Newington was thinking of his teacher.

He thought that Penzance had long been disappointed with him and had long forgotten the existence of his student.

But at that critical moment, Penzance stood up in front of his students, even at the cost of his own life.

Newington felt his nose was a little sore. He took out a very flat piece of parchment from the bottom of the storage bag and opened it gently.

This was the first letter Penzance wrote to himself that year. The letter praised Newington's magic skills and hoped to accept him as a student. Newington still remembers when he received this letter. He was so happy that he read the letter several times and knew the contents by heart.

Even after breaking with Penzance, Newington still carried this letter with him and treasured it to this day.

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