Dark deep space.

The dark dragon lay sleeping on the top of the wizard's tower.

In the tower, Black Sun is organizing his bookshelf.

"Eamon took action, what did the devil do? Is this a sign of all-out war?"

He thought about the meaning behind this matter.

A blurred human face was projected on the cover of the ancient book in Adam's hand.

His face was blurred and he looked extremely old.

Only those eyes are impressive.

The eye on the left is bright and shining, while the eye on the right is dark and dead.

"Always be prepared, the time may come. One day, I will take back everything that once belonged to me."

After finishing speaking, the projection on the cover slowly dissipated.

Adam placed the ancient book in the corner of the bookshelf.

"OK."

This is a basic spell textbook for the Light faction.

The name is very bad "The Book of Light".

Its author is Dia Rodriguez.

…

A few days later.

Supreme Council.

A lonely figure fell from the sky.

Eamon took off his broken red flame robe.

There are scars and broken pieces everywhere on this nameless legendary magic weapon.

One after another, there were ferocious and evil auras lingering around, like maggots in the tarsal bones.

Suddenly, there seemed to be some kind of power coming from the round table.

The entangled demon mark, together with this legendary witchcraft, began to disintegrate and dissipate inch by inch.

"Eamon! Just wait, this demon lord will soon defeat Nora!"

Angry voices echoed in front of the round table.

Eamon exhaled a breath and chuckled: "The legendary Wind Demon is weaker than I thought."

The voice roared:

"It's just a tough talk before the insect dies. The so-called fourth pan-plane is not better than I thought. You wizards keep talking about pursuing the truth. Do you want to know what truth is?

Since ancient times, before you stupid bugs and fat pigs from the astral world were born, we were the ones who dominated the world. We were the devils, and we were also the true gods. We were the proper meaning of all concepts, and we were the starting point and the end of all things.

We are the truth!”

"Are you done?"

"Hmph! No, I still have a lot to say, but this mark of mine is about to be broken apart... When I pull out your head one day, I will whisper it in your ear for ten thousand years!"

Bang! The last trace of mark disappeared without a trace.

Eamon closed his eyes and sat in front of the round table, panting.

He was so sleepy that he lay on the table and fell asleep quickly.

He gently stroked the table with his fingers and murmured softly: "Thank you very much."

Don't know when.

The Frost Witch's projection appears.

She silently looked at the Speaker of the Assembly who was sleeping on the table.

"Next time something like this happens, you can call me."

…

In the blink of an eye.

The Star Castle Project has been in development for nearly two hundred years.

In the underground machinery manufacturing factory of Gulong Continent, four star castles are under construction at the same time.

The results achieved by the first star fort satisfied both the parliament and the military.

So they also participated and invested in the Star Castle Project with more resources.

There are currently three star castles that have been completed.

They are located underground where mortals gather.

Three are far from enough. With the current size of Ancient Dragon Continent, more are needed.

The participation of the military is undoubtedly the best catalyst.

In the near future, more military star forts will be released.

One is used to support bloody battles and fight against demons.

The second one is responsible for going to Sauron's pan-plane and traveling through the planes.

On the one hand, we take the initiative to explore and seek more resources.

Another consideration.

It is to save more civilizations from the bloody mouth of the abyss.

Steal people from the Council of All Nations!

Relying on the power of wizard civilization is not enough.

Sauron and the Panplane must unite.

The process of plane fusion needs to be accelerated!

Regardless of whether the merged planes and civilizations sincerely accept this great fusion.

The Wizards Council doesn't care.

…

Ancient Dragon Continent.

Tower of Dawn.

The School of Pharmacy is holding a small funeral.

Honorary Dean Triss wore a long black dress, and her slender arms were wrapped in tulle and silk.

Elena next to her also looked regretful, lamenting the loss of life.

Behind her were a group of teachers and students from the Apothecary Academy, including short halflings and elves.

A green-haired elf witch with a sixth-level cultivation level stood silently next to Triss.

Some time ago, Green Forest Tower also joined the Witch's House.

This green elf mistress brings her own life school disciples.

There were also some elven relatives who came to seek refuge with Triss.

At the same time, he changed his wizard title from "Witch of the Green Forest" to "Witch of the Forest".

Also attending the funeral were several representatives from the Spark Wizard Academy.

They were entrusted by Dean Garcia to pay homage to their most important pharmacy teacher, Mr. Huffman.

Huffman failed to advance to the sixth ring, and subsequently saved his life, but his time was short, and he died a few days ago.

As the leader and mentor of the halfling tribe, Huffman's importance is self-evident.

Huffman declined Levi's invitation to become a Heroic Spirit.

Halflings believe that normal death is the best ending.

The growing halfling population is an important part of the Apothecary Academy of the Tower of Dawn.

The Levians were on the battlefield and still entrusted Triss and Elena to attend the funeral.

Seeing so many high-level officials coming, the halflings were sincerely happy for Mr. Huffman.

I also have a greater sense of belonging to Gulong Continent in my heart.

Even though the Lord of Twilight Palace is so high and powerful, he talks and laughs with the legendary wizard.

In his mind, he still remembered his old friend Huffman, the short halfling.
To be continued...