Chapter 426 Update Schedule Will Be Unstable for the Next Month

After resolving these matters, accompanied by Mage Roman, he took a few days to rest at the camp. During these days, the mage and the female mage did nothing but hold each other and chat about past experiences, both shared and individual. Of course, some passionate intimacy was inevitable, as the male mage's body was still very robust.

After a few days of rest, with the help of Mage Roman and Anling, they began preparing the potions. The process of making these potions was actually quite simple. Once sufficient quantities of materials were prepared, the mage needed to continuously burn them with Arcane Fire until the magic materials, about the size of a human head, completely transformed into a drop of pale purple liquid, at which point the work would stop.

Once enough of this purple liquid accumulated, the mages used a magic array to burn it again with Arcane Fire. After a month of continuous burning, the fist-sized amount of liquid would condense into a single drop, and only then was the potion to dissolve the ice sculpture fully prepared.

It took the mages over ten years to prepare just a small bottle of the potion. According to the records in the book, this small bottle could completely dissolve a frozen person. This was only possible thanks to the White-robed Cleric joining the preparation after her promotion, speeding up the process. Otherwise, the mage estimated it would have taken another three to five years to finish the potion.

The mage idly played with the bottle containing the potion, with only the White-robed Cleric by his side. Mage Roman had gone to rest due to fatigue. "When do you plan to go there?" The Cleric closed her book and placed her head on the mage's lap. "Please take me with you! I can now provide you with greater assistance." She rubbed her head against the mage's leg.

Shaoke shook his head. Although the Cleric, now a Ninth Rank, was quite powerful, the mage was still unsure if she could avoid the attacks of those black lights. After all, even he, a Tenth-rank Spellcaster, could not withstand those lights. More importantly, he did not want the White-robed Cleric to face any danger.

"Make me some items sealed with Support Spells." Shaoke put away the bottle and stroked the Cleric's cheek, then explored deeper down her long, slender, white neck. There, he found what he wanted, and the Cleric, under the mage's teasing, had already forgotten her initial thoughts. She just gripped the blanket on the couch tightly, arching her body to make it easier for the male mage to move. Of course, no one knew about their behavior, as the mage had cast a soundproof barrier in the room, so the Cleric's loud cries escaped notice.

After resting at the camp for a few more days, the mage left with various magic items made by the White-robed Cleric. He went alone once again to the underground ruins of the Fallen Capital. This time, he informed no one and plunged in without hesitation, remembering his previous visit here.

He made no stops along the way and arrived at the huge space again. Meanwhile, the black lights had still not appeared. Shaoke took out the bottle of prepared potion and chanted a simple spell. After the spell ended, the liquid in the bottle flew out and landed on the black ice sculpture. The hard, cold ice quickly disappeared, and then Shaoke felt that the female mage's mental fluctuations were much stronger than before. However, she still had not awakened, obviously still immersed in the Meditation space, learning something to pass the time of this lonely confinement.

Just as the ice on the female mage vanished, countless black lights flew out from the empty walls and floor, swirling toward Shaoke. The mage quickly picked up the Blue-robed Female Mage to prevent her from being frozen again by these black lights, otherwise he would have to spend decades gathering magic materials to rescue her again. As Shaoke expected, the black lights stopped at a safe distance from him and hovered in the air, not approaching further, otherwise they would have been absorbed by the mage's black crown.

Without any hesitation, Shaoke embraced the other and quickly flew outward. The black lights chased closely behind until the mage reached the passage with magic scripts and arrays, where the lights completely disappeared. What followed surprised the mage greatly, as the monsters appearing in the passage were completely different from those he had encountered before.

The first monster alone required the mage to cast three Ninth-rank Death Rips to fully deal with. And more and more monsters would appear ahead. The mage glanced at the Blue-robed Female Mage in his arms, then gritted his teeth and continued flying forward. Giant beasts were hunted by the mage one after another. During this time, he never released his Tenth-rank Spells because casting a single Tenth-rank Spell consumed far more mana and mental energy than hundreds of Ninth-rank spells. Thus, he was reluctant to use them easily.

A beam of black light struck a giant heavily. This giant was over five meters tall, with ten arms that constantly condensed light spears to attack the mage. Each attack made the mage appear quite haggard. The spell hitting the giant had no effect, not even breaking a layer of its skin, which displeased the mage greatly.

After continuously casting his most powerful nine attack spells, Shaoke was forced to choose to release a Tenth-rank Spell. Crushing the auxiliary magic item given by the Cleric, he quickly chanted the incantation. As the strange words were recited, the formerly irritable giant, which had been attacking Shaoke, actually stopped its assault and tilted its head to listen to the mage's incantation.

Shaoke noticed this but did not want to stop his attack. Since he had not yet mastered these Tenth-rank Spells as thoroughly as his Ninth-rank spells, abruptly stopping the chant would cause severe spell backlash, and he would lose the ability to cast attack spells. In such a situation, he would surely be torn to pieces by the monsters ahead.

After the chant ended, some illusory Black Halos surrounded the mage. Upon closer inspection, there were thirteen of them, each carrying strange magic scripts and bizarre line arrays. Under the mage's control, one halo separated and instantly appeared around the giant's neck, severing it. At that moment, the mage noticed a pale golden phantom fly out of the giant's body, but it was enveloped by the halo and completely shattered into pieces.

The mage did not know the name of this spell. He only knew that as he understood it more deeply, he discovered its power. Decades ago, when he used this spell, he could not be sure it could kill an Eleventh-order being. But now he could confidently say that once this spell was released, any Eleventh-order being would be smoothly cut into pieces, including its soul.

Looking at the dissipating figure of the giant, the mage sighed and continued flying forward with the Blue-robed Female Mage in his arms. At this time, twelve halos still surrounded him. These halos would stay by his side until released or dismissed, until his mental energy and mana were completely exhausted.

The rest of the journey was simpler. Each of the twelve halos killed one monster. Even an ancient beast that Shaoke considered very powerful was shredded by the last halo. When the halos disappeared, he had already escaped from the underground ruins. At the bottom of the lake, without resting, he tore through space and, masking their presence as much as possible, appeared with the Blue-robed Female Mage in a medium-sized city of the Blue Feather Empire.

Here, following some arcane secrets, he performed medicinal massage therapy on the female mage, then sat cross-legged in the room to rest. The battle in the ruins had been highly draining for the mage.

As night fell, the mage awoke from his meditative recovery. The Blue-robed Female Mage was lying weakly on the bed, looking at him. "Thank you, Xueye," she said hoarsely. "Could you give me some red wine? I need it now." She licked her dry lips and looked at the mage quietly.

Shaoke poured her a glass of water, added some royal jelly, and fed it to her. "Rest here for a while. We'll return to the camp soon, where there are sufficient medicines to speed up your recovery." He personally fed her the water and then crushed another magic item prepared by the Cleric, releasing a healing spell. Golden light shone on the Blue-robed Female Mage, and she let out a comfortable groan. Under the golden light, her color improved, and her mental fluctuations strengthened. "Don't go back now. Let's rest here for a while. A few days here won't delay my recovery." The Blue-robed Female Mage shook her head slightly and said no more.

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