196.Chapter 196 – The Wall of the Underground

Chapter 196 – The Underground Wall
As the saying goes, in order to ‘restore the country’, one should first restore the laws of the ancestors.

To restore the law of the ancestors, that is not the first archaeology.

Our group of ‘people’ together don’t even know how to do a few serious ophthalmology, how can we pretend to be Nethersole people in the future?

That makes sense!
David’s words made the dragon father, Attilicia, unable to find a reason to refute for a moment.

After all, there was still a significant difference between an Arcanist and a Mage, especially in the eyes of a senior spell caster.

Mages could only choose a certain number of spells to “prepare” from their spell books, and these were all the spells they could cast for the rest of the day.

A spellbook is usually a physical book, also known as a spellbook, that contains specific descriptions, diagrams, symbols, and methods of casting all of the spells a mage has learned to record, and is usually cast using incantations, set poses, and related materials that help the mage shape and channel the energies of the magical web to create the effects of the spells.

Because of this, a mage’s fighting style is more ritualized and planned.

There is often a huge difference between the combat power displayed by a mage in a battle prepared beforehand and in an encounter.

In contrast, the arcane master is more inclined to the study of the essence of magic, spell casting is often more intuitive and arbitrary, through their own magic prying the magic network to use all the spells they have learned, some powerful arcane masters and even through the construction of the spell model, in some of the magic network in the area of damage to the magic network to cast spells.

Only from this point, Arcanists and David and their natural warlock dragons are somewhat similar, but warlocks can only rely on luck ‘awakening’ spells, but the Arcanists are able to learn their own specialization or interest in the spells.

Under the support of the Floating City’s Mithril Energy Core, Arcanists can even call upon the magic energy extracted from the Mithril Energy Core, as long as their mental power is not depleted, it is almost equivalent to an infinite blue bar mage soaking in spring water, which is quite heavenly in a way.

The only thing that can limit an Arcane Mage is probably the talent and intelligence of the person learning Arcane Mage.

To put it bluntly, it’s a lot of brain power, and in addition to hard work, it’s also a matter of fate.

To take the simplest example, if you want to become a formal Arcanist from an Arcane Apprentice, you have to publish at least one report on the results of magical research that is widely recognized by Arcanists in public, this is placed in the Blue Star, excluding a few bigwigs, basically it’s already a PhD to start with, which means that one has the ability to go from the learning stage to the academic stage, and having the ability to come up with original theoretical results or the ability to study is already a core connotation of this segment and the Essential characteristics.

Congratulations, you are qualified to become a full-fledged Arcanist.

From this point alone, David thought that with his brain, he was afraid that he would not be able to become a real Arcanist in this lifetime.

On the contrary, apart from him as a ‘traveler’, Dragon Mother Pavla was able to deduce the power from the fragmented information he brought with him, and in Nethereal it was already enough to be nominated and recognized as a Grand Arcanist.

Father Dragon who had already advanced his alchemy into the master level category and developed the [Sobering Potion] on his own, using alchemy as a base to become an Arcane Artist wasn’t out of the question either.

Tania, the dragon sister who had obtained the ‘Weaving Silver Dragon’ at the Devonshire Academy in the New World, should also have the potential to do so with a little bit of study.
In comparison, he seemed to be the only scum in this family of schoolmasters who hadn’t inherited much intelligence.
However, David was not discouraged, he was unable to learn the underlying principles behind the arcane arts and even the arcane arts.

But he could just whore himself out!
As long as with the whole city ‘awakening’ more and more citizens, as long as he still heart [jealousy], can unlimited whoring.

He, David, was not destined to become a scholar who would go down in history, but he could become a ‘spell spammer’ and ‘arcane machine gun’ who would be engraved into the shadows of the enemy’s psyche.

Can’t build an atomic bomb and still can’t push the ‘nuclear launch button’? Really.

Holding this idea that pleases the dragon, David immediately drove that group of Bedouin barbarians to the place of that floating city’s wreckage, just according to the description of that group of desert barbarians, the range of the ruins that could be dug up spread over at least several hundred kilometers in a circumference, only that, only a few of those shallow surface-level pits were relatively safe.

But this kind of safety is for this gang of mortals, their words have not yet finished, the impatient nature of David will [arrogant] ‘go into the water’.

This trick had been used back when he had been sent deep underground by that archmage using the [Imprisonment Spell] variant [Burial] back when he was at Devensel Academy.

As long as he [Arrogantly] thought that the sea of sand in front of him was a sea, then as far as he was concerned, the desert in front of him could swim recklessly.

That kind of feeling how to say, roughly the same as playing the game wear mold out of the BUG like, even able to see above the dragon father their feet, everything in front of him has become ‘transparent and visible’ up.

At the same time also saw a large number of underground like icebergs ‘floating city wreckage’, but with and expected the same.

These from thousands of tens of thousands of meters of the troposphere down the floating city, fell that called a broken, almost can not find too many relatively intact parts.

What made David even more furious was that the components belonging to the Mithril energy core at the core of these wrecks seemed to have been artificially excavated long ago, and even a relatively complete piece of the Mithril energy core was not left for him.

This makes David’s idea of ‘picking up a scrap engine and repairing it first’ directly fizzle out.

However, in hindsight, it is normal, even those ancient tombs in the Blue Planet after the official discovery of most of the traces of excavation, and even the Terracotta Warriors and horses of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Qin have not been spared, let alone these can massively increase the ‘increase in productivity’, ‘technological outburst’ The wreckage of the airships.

Almost two thousand years have passed, similar to the Mithranian nuclear wreckage with significant value has been dug up almost, the rest is not corroded under the years, can only be the turn of these desert aborigines to drink some soup.

Just when David was ready to drill back into the ground, I don’t know if it was because of the reason of going deep enough into the ground, he suddenly felt a sensation of magic power loss!

This feeling was extremely subtle, but the blood in the dragon’s body naturally flowed with magic power and was extremely sensitive to this feeling.

“Could it be that there’s another Mist Energy Core that’s still functioning?” David was first delighted, then quickly approached in the direction of the sensation.

The closer he got, the more obvious that feeling of magic power loss became, which gradually made David rule out the idea of a ‘Mithnergic Core’.

As far as he knew, the Mith energy core was also called the source of magic energy by the Nether people, and theoretically, it was the direct use of the magic network to extract magic energy from the star world’s deep star world vortex tube, and then provide magic power for the nearby components and even arcane masters, which was a bit similar to the Blue Planet’s theoretical ‘Gravitational Wave Energy’.

A device that theoretically provides magical energy, according to this siphoning strength, he a red dragon too close to be sucked into a dragon dry, let alone humans.

Sucking magic?

‘The legendary Ferrin’s Demon Anemone!?’ David’s scales stood up as he thought of this possibility in his mind.

Although he hadn’t seen this kind of thing before, even according to the messages circulating between realms, this kind of contraption capable of sucking magic from a distance was simply heavenly grams for spellcasters, and dragons were likely no exception.

Just like the rumor that Ferrin’s Magic Anemone was able to directly disable an Arcane Artist’s [Iolem Eldritch] resulting in a violent death on the spot, Gargoyles were also magical creatures wow.

The magic power in the blood had acted as a supply relationship similar to what human glucose was to the red blood cell blood supply.

Dragons are able to survive in a magic-free environment, but they cannot directly survive without magic, and if the magic is drained for a short period of time, theoretically, they may even experience weakness, dizziness, and even difficulty in pacing the heart, and for a youth or above, a dragon that weighs its own weight, it may not even be able to fly.

For a moment, David even had the urge to fight his way back home.

However, as the distance approached, Davy also finally vaguely deeper than a dozen kilometers underground, he ‘saw’ a wall.

Or more precisely, like a ball.

Only this ball was not normally large, so much so that with David’s giant dragon’s perspective at first glance, he couldn’t even see the edge at first glance.

It was translucent, and David circled around in a big circle before determining that the diameter of the ball alone might have reached more than seventy kilometers.

The curiosity in David’s heart suddenly burst. He was at the limit of his ability to withstand similar [Eagle Eye] and other spells to increase the distance of the field of vision iterated all over the place, before finally seeing, that is not a whole, but a dense and unknown how many tall, thin and long translucent creatures iterated together, it looks extremely nauseating.

It looked a bit like what, like the sphere of the dead that the Bone King encountered in “The King of the Undead” that he had seen before, but compared to that thing made up of dozens of millions of corpses, the creature in front of him, whether it was in form or structure, completely exceeded David’s cognition.

‘What the hell is this thing?’

Not knowing whether it was stared at by David for a long time, those creatures steeply opened their dense eyes at the same time, and the scene was so sudden and frightening that David was startled, and almost even used the [Higher Teleportation Technique] directly.

Only out of David’s expectation, those creatures did not have the intention of attacking him, did not make a sound, the only thing that David felt was a ripple of ‘force’ in his body scales.

It seemed to be urging him to ‘leave’ and get out of here.

“Pfft!” David drilled out from the desert again with some of the ‘bits and pieces’ he had packed, and this means of coming and going freely under the desert like an ‘earthwalker’ would leave the gang of Bedouin barbarians dumbfounded, and even more convinced that these existences in front of them were messengers sent by the gods, and they were on the ground. They couldn’t stop obeying.

“How is the harvest?” It was the accustomed Dragonfather who went up to fiddle with those contraptions brought back by David, seemingly extremely interested in a civilization that had once created a floating city like this.

“Bad luck!” David was full of displeasure as he told what he had seen and heard.

“Isn’t this more than normal? If it was placed in Elariya in a different place if there was such a relic, it would probably have been emptied out by our Dragon Island long ago.”

Atilicia first laughed and comforted, but also became cautious after hearing that ‘ball’ in David’s mouth:

“Since it’s unknown, then try not to get close to it for now, maybe down the road some ‘awakened’ Nethers will know about it.”

Of course, David also understands this reasoning, and is even a bit thankful that those creatures don’t seem to have any attacking intentions towards him, otherwise it would really be a bit dangerous.

In this world, strength and size were often still linked.

For example, they gargoyles were the bigger the stronger they were, just like a human could punch someone to death with one punch possibly even if they were a few weight classes away.

Another example is some god sins, as long as the size is big enough, which is not a powerful brick flying, force splitting Huashan, and even some gods do not dare to easily mess with.

Just when David was out of his mind, but he heard a mellow voice:

“Then can I go back first? I feel like if I stay a little longer, I might die”

David looked back in shock, and saw Lizlette in her Frost Giant form paralyzed with a wilted look on the sun-backed hill, hot and spitting out her tongue.

“Me too, I’m going to run out of Frost Spit.” Seeing that this big sister had spoken, the white dragon Mephile dared to squeak along, licking his upper limbs every now and then to dissipate the heat.

The two cold-attribute creatures froze and turned into dogs in the heat of this largest desert in Feren.

Especially Lizlette is the most miserable, living a red dragon, actually is the first time in the dragon’s life to realize what it is like to be hot.

She once felt that she might have been cursed by the dragon god Tiamat.

However, after thinking for a long time, she couldn’t figure out what she had done to provoke the Dragon Queen.

“Then the two of you should stay home and guard the city from now on.”

David smacked his lips and wagged his tail, and turned again to the group of Bedouin barbarians who didn’t dare to get up:

“You guys keep digging.” Stingy didn’t even bother to leave a single manpower.

“Yes!”

That Bedouin barbarian who looked like the leader of this barbarian tribe was the one who mustered up the courage to plead for them to be able to let them go back to their tribe.

He was afraid that his lack of fulfillment with his clan would cause that red-robed mage to vent his anger on their clan.

And if they could be allowed to send someone back, he promised to bring his clan to join him.

“Red-robed mage?”

This was what drew Davy’s interest, and a silent glance was exchanged with the dragon father, Attilicia.

The father and son, who had an early understanding, both hit on each other’s ideas at the same time.

They were looking at the fact that they knew too little about Feren or even the region, and these Bedouin barbarians were not very educated, so they basically didn’t know what they were talking about.

David let the group of Bedouin barbarians to decide for themselves, immediately in exchange for the group of barbarians a thousand thanks.

He thought he had met a ‘good master’.

But it’s not! Did not kill their people, did not rob their property, only let them continue to do their old job, but from now on there is a backer, and may even have the clan’s children into the ‘holy city’ in the hope of learning.

Unbeknownst to David at the moment, in addition to the Mithril Nucleus, basically nothing to look at.

There was no way, this thing was too crucial.

As long as we can find a relatively intact Mithril Energy Core, let the old devil Dharonas and the city’s Nethers try to crack it out.

Only then would he be able to climb up this black tech tree within a few decades, and complete his ‘Star Chain Program’ in Feren, the ‘Orbital Astronomical Telescope’ launch program, and even the ‘Lunar Probe ‘ program.

The only time that none of these contraptions could see the reality of that ‘King Killer Star’ was when it was time to consider waiting for the King Killer Star to ‘come down’ for a direct landing.

In other words, whether or not he could re-engineer the Mithril Energy Nucleus was directly related to the task he had been given to mark by the Torrell Dragon Queen on this trip.

Since the most important part of these floating city wrecks had been hollowed out, they must still be in the hands of some of Feren’s great powers.

If they couldn’t find it, they couldn’t just rob it!
No! This is called ‘returning things to their rightful owners’!
“Master, do you need me to keep an eye on it?” The barbarian Loxinde, who had already turned into an ‘orc’, volunteered.

David, however, smiled and vetoed:
“No, there’s no need to startle the snakes, we, however, are the owners of Nesser’s last existing floating city.

“He will, surely, come to us on his own.”

(End of chapter)