I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 201 - 188: I Have Plenty of Tricks, There Must Be One That Will Make You Open Your Mouth! (Subscribe Please)

Chapter 201: Chapter 188: I Have Plenty of Tricks, There Must Be One That Will Make You Open Your Mouth! (Subscribe Please)

Overwhelmed by sudden blindness and stiffness, Audessa sensed a threat of death and a surge of unwillingness rose in his heart. He had not yet witnessed the destruction of Wizard Land, and he had not fulfilled the master’s will…

At the same time, Audessa could no longer afford to hide and immediately employed the most powerful protective Divine Arts at his command.

[Holy Protection]

A golden radiance lit up around him, forming a sturdy barrier that encircled his body and collided with the oncoming [Space Oscillation].

Accompanied by a faint tearing sound, cracks began to appear on the golden barrier.

Audessa’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat, grateful that he had managed to block it, but before he could take a breath of relief, a second wave of magic power followed closely behind!

It was Lynn who, to be on the safe side, had drunk a Magic Potion while releasing the [Space Oscillation] and then released a second spell without hesitation.

The two consecutive [Space Oscillations] overlapped, and the golden barrier could no longer hold together and exploded instantly. Audessa only had time to twist his body to avoid vital areas when the next second he felt his right side go numb, and he fell awkwardly from the sky…

Also severed was the bizarre statue that his right hand was tightly clutching.

Thousands of ethereal demons vanished amidst wails of agony, and the blood-red space dissipated quickly…

The moment they escaped the Doomsday realm, everyone present finally let down their hearts that had been held high.

Audessa’s appearance was now pitiful; his right arm and part of his lower leg had been severed by the [Space Oscillation], the cuts remarkably clean, and crimson blood gushed ceaselessly. The bisected bizarre statue lay beside him, having lost its former oddity.

Rafael quickly stepped forward, seized Audessa’s mouth, and poured a blue Magic Potion down his throat.

The Magic Potion quickly took effect, stanching the blood spurting from his arm and leg, while a bone-chilling coldness nearly pierced through Audessa’s heart. His body felt as if it had been frozen. Only his eyes and mouth could still move.

“You’d better answer me honestly, Audessa. What is this Doomsday Cult really about?” Rafael’s face was as dark as still water; he had nearly died in the Doomsday domain and felt no pity for the culprit before him.

The use of the Magic Potion to save the other’s life was simply to extract more information.

Facing Rafael’s inquiry, Audessa remained silent and watched the two disdainfully, showing no intention of answering.

“The magic you just used should be Divine Arts, right?” Lynn suddenly interjected.

He had once witnessed the other use a bit of Divine Power to break the rules and cast a fourth-ring Divine Art—[Holy Barrier].

The one used by Audessa to block the first [Space Oscillation] must be an upgraded version of that…

“Divine Arts?” For Rafael, born in Wizard Land and unexposed to the outside world, Divine Arts were an unfamiliar concept, so much so that he didn’t recognize them immediately.

But that didn’t mean Rafael didn’t understand the seriousness of the matter. The reason these wizards stayed in Wizard Land was largely due to the blockade of the Church.

“I have more than a few tricks up my sleeve; one of them is bound to make you talk!” Rafael said with a vicious tone.

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Lynn, standing to the side, gazed at the strange statue that had been split in two, using “Mage’s Hand” to draw the pieces closer without daring to actually touch them, fearing that it may have been tampered with, tainted by the evil intent that pervaded it.

“This is a statue of an Evil God,” Aurora’s voice quickly rose in his ear. “What you have in your hands is merely a vessel for holding power, it seems the person is not here.”

Contrary to the anxious Lynn and Rafael, the other wizards were more concerned with something else.

“Do you know when exactly did Sir Lynn ascend to the rank of great wizard?” Yoland whispered to Philip, quietly seeking information.

Although Lynn had explained that the severed celestial body was just a magical illusion, defeating the doomsday cult’s emissary with Master Rafael would at least require the power of a great wizard.

“I’m not quite sure either,” Philip muttered in confusion, Lynn had never mentioned this to him, and he couldn’t help feeling a bit resentful.

Just as the group was engaged in idle chatter, a strong wave of magic power suddenly swept over from a distance.

Everyone present turned their heads in unison, looking through the shattered wall toward the towering Corona Tower in the distance!

“This is bad, their real target must be the heart of the Corona Tower…” Aurora’s slightly panicked voice rang in Lynn’s ear.

August, who had been silent all this while, also gazed at the towering spire, unable to hold back his laughter; he knew that no one could resist that temptation!

…

Twenty minutes earlier, in the archives room of the Corona Tower, Luo’er, who had stayed behind in the council, arranged for personnel and then pulled out the documents that had been collected beforehand.

Luo’er was very interested in the guess that Lynn mentioned before, but the last few days had been too hectic, so he delegated the task of searching for intelligence to several colleagues.

Not many people had passed through the Mist Sea to the Wizard Land in the last ten years, and even fewer had stayed for long — only thirty-seven in total. Luo’er patiently reviewed each one and a familiar name soon entered his field of vision — Kahimo.

About five years ago, the individual had arrived at Wizard Land on a merchant ship from Yiyeta Harbor, stayed for half a month, then left Yiyeta and for some unknown reason joined the Spiritual Energy faction, becoming the most capable lieutenant of the Evil Mage Merck…

Luo’er scanned this information, his eyes growing brighter and brighter. The time Kahimo joined the Spiritual Energy faction was only a year and seven months before the outbreak of that tragedy, and it was shortly after the fall of the Spiritual Energy faction that the doomsday cult emerged.

It was clear that Kahimo was the key figure…

Luo’er could barely contain his excitement, but he then remembered that Kahimo had been killed by his teacher August two months ago, feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown over him.

What a pity that this clue was now broken…

Luo’er shook his head in regret, still took out the relevant documents, and planned to discuss them with Lynn to see if they could find clues from other places.

However, if this operation went smoothly, perhaps it wouldn’t be necessary…

As Luo’er thought this, he got up and walked to the door; the wind that blew in carried a faint scent of blood.

Luo’er, who had not been spared from battles these past days, immediately became alert, his brows furrowed as he quickly headed towards the source of the scent, growing increasingly uneasy. This was the Corona Tower, the heart of the Magic Council, surrounded by magic barriers; surely the crazed doomsday cultists hadn’t managed to break in, had they?