Dad, Please Let Me Be Your One-and-Only Fan! Chapter 374

This is different from the Unlimited Spell of Holy Dragon Aurora; it is purely a waste of the entire Magic Element of Saint Roland.

If this were on Earth, it would be equivalent to the entire Great Xia becoming the backing of the three Tower Lords. Even if the Magic Element within their territory was scarce, it would still be enough to make human magicians look on with envy.

Not to mention, Saint Roland's geographical location is extremely special. The essence of the Divine Sentient Body — the Giant Thought Tree —is located here. Its Magic Element, which unconsciously flowed from the Golden Sea, made the Imperial Capital a paradise for magicians for thousands of years.

Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that Xavier, Dilia, and Archibald, these three tower masters, are currently like having an infinite mana bar, and the three of them working together are enough to defeat a saint. They are an invincible combination on the continent.

Even August, who had forged the Emperor's Armor through a thousand years of Tiffany's accumulation, could not contend with it because the armor was still incomplete and required further repair and integration through alchemy.

However, the three are currently in a less than favorable situation.

The mountain giant before Xavier melted in the Spiral Magic Sword, its red and black hues swirling with Lingering Fire. It then pierced through the thirteen rings constructed of gravity, devouring the chaotic local time, before stopping under the protection of the two Elf Kings, its arm shattered.

The old man, who had seemed like a nobleman, was no longer the elegant gentleman he once was. He teleported to a location under the protection of another tower master in a disheveled state, skillfully severing the half of his body stained with Lingering Fire with a light blade, and then activated Elf Spell.

Thus, before the blood had even flowed, the body instantly fibrosed, transforming into trees in springtime. Under the infusion of magic, they grew rapidly, then simultaneously returned to their flesh and blood, escaping death.

Xavier had lost count of how many times the Annihilation King Sword had shattered him. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the days a hundred years ago when he had just become a mage and was struggling to survive among the army of divine abominations.

Magic is no longer an indestructible shield; the terror that threatens life at any moment forces nerves to tighten, the potential hidden deep within is frantically squeezed out, and even fear and confusion about the future are completely overwhelmed by the will to survive.

Unbelievable, incomprehensible.

Xavier is the oldest legendary mage at the Saint Roland Academy. He is also the one among the three tower masters who has taught the most students and has the most seniority. His kind, humble yet powerful demeanor is regarded as a role model by the mages of the empire and is highly respected.

But in Lucy Tiffany's presence, this old man, who had studied magic since childhood, seemed like a novice magician.

Those techniques that were thought to be perfect were full of flaws, and even the most experienced warriors seemed to have become a joke. Every action and thought was captured, predicted, guided, exploited, and controlled.

Even their proud, Unlimited Spell — the Endless Flow —was dismantled, learned, imitated, and its weaknesses exploited, gradually eroding and disintegrating them.

This battle was far beyond comprehension. The opponent did not use overwhelming power, nor did they even bring out that Alchemical Creation containing the Magic God Mechanism. They simply used the most unadorned techniques to crush everyone in a fair and square manner.

Combat, chanting, Melee Combat, Ranged Combat, Spell Deconstruction, Magic Micro-control... a complete overtaking, a complete crushing, a complete trampling.

Even playing away from home, at a disadvantage, outnumbered and outmatched, her indifferent demeanor, embodying invincibility, still held sway over the present moment. She used swords instead of words, engraving her majesty into her very bones and soul, shaking the will to fight and the confidence to remain.

At this moment, even Archibald, the most arrogant and headstrong of the Tower Lords, extinguished his thoughts of fighting her one-on-one after his body was smashed 17 times, and admitted the reality of being completely overshadowed by Lucy Tiffany.

In less than 10 minutes, the Pure White Witch made these three peaks of imperial magic truly witness the dazzling stars atop the mountains and the sun and moon clustered in the center.

How to fight? And how to win?

Xavier's mind was filled with these thoughts. He used magic to shield his nerves and avoid the pain, but the burning on his soul level continued to spread, relentlessly destroying his mind.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Dilia had already looked this way. She tacitly waved her Magic Wand, using a time-manipulating spell to block the Lingering Fire's properties, fast-forwarding out the subsequent backlash, and then comprehensively added a layer of decay field by distorting the flow of time.

Archibald's gold-rimmed glasses had long since disappeared, and his self-repaired robes were stained with blood. He stepped in to fill the gap and cast a spell that eliminated the need for incantation.

With each breath, a surge of Magic Element, like rolling ocean waves, flooded the air. The complex structure, like interlocking puzzle pieces, formed a triangular shape, as if the three of them were enveloped in a giant, colorful cube by a weathered oil painting, barely managing to catch their breath.

This world is too crazy. No one could have imagined that one day, the Black Sun Tower Master, who specializes in studying war magic, would be beaten so badly in a battle that he lost his desire to attack and was reduced to the miserable state of using defensive spells to survive.

Even as the lord of the White Chalk Tower who controls time, Dilia had to humble herself and activate a mind-accelerating spell for everyone. Just like in the team competition of the academy, she established Mental Link with the two tower lords and cooperated perfectly.

The girl glanced at the book in her arms, her indigo eyes filled with weariness, and quickly communicated in the channel:

"This can't go on."

"Even with unlimited Magic Element, our energy has its limits. We must find a way to seal her away while we are at our peak."

Yes, a seal.

Even Archibald, the Lord of the Black Sun Tower who advocated reforming the Divine Sentient Body and desperately needed Lucy Tiffany, wisely abandoned his plan to capture her alive and bring her to his own after only 30 seconds of fighting.

After 97 seconds, even the thought of defeating his opponent vanished.

As for now, the reason that sustains the three tower masters in continuing the fight is that they still have the ultimate method of sealing.

Xavier sighed helplessly:

"The prerequisite for sealing is finding the true form of the other party."

"That person appears to be sitting serenely at the end of the hall of the Mirror Tree, but the demonic sword that can teleport space, and the illusion that has yet to be broken, make that place a true mirage."

At the beginning of the war, Chu Yuanqing built his own "Demon King City". The three tower masters, like the heroes in the storybook, tried to overcome the difficulties and obstacles along the way and face the ultimate terror at the end of the palace.

However, the Mirror Tree is a bit too much as a dungeon; it can not only move freely, but it can also be obscured by illusions, concealing its true location.

The most terrifying thing is that there are also gatekeeper bosses lurking all around.

That white-haired, golden-eyed [Witch] wielded the Annihilation King Sword in her left hand and the Spiral Magic Sword in her right. Occasionally, she would reach the ultimate realm and even use the [Mirror Reversal] mark that spread throughout the entire courtyard, making her a veritable walking Asura.

But that's not the truly hopeless situation. The most ridiculous part is that her true form is located at the end of the Mirror Tree, and what she creates are merely Magic Clone that can exist in multiples and are immortal.

Of course, if you only go this far, it's still just normal Hell difficulty.

After all, the three tower masters possess the Magic Element of the entire imperial Imperial Capital, Saint Roland, while Lucy Tiffany needs such a constant amount of magic. Sooner or later, her magic power will run out, and she could be worn down to death.

However, that towering, colossal mirror tree also possesses the ability to devour enemy techniques, extract corresponding energy, and accumulate magic power, thus achieving a complete self-sustaining cycle.

This directly exposes the tactic of a war of attrition.

Lucy Tiffany only gets stronger as the fight goes on. The only result of their stalemate is that they have gained two more permanent Magic Clone, creating an awkward three-on-three situation.

Therefore, this situation must be changed.

Archibald took a deep breath and calmly assessed the situation:

"We have to find her, even if we can't. Lucy's profession is an alchemist, and she can control far more than three Magic Clones. If this continues, we'll have even less chance of winning."

This is also the core reason why the three tower masters dared not unleash magical attacks.

After initially realizing they were being interfered with by illusions, the three came up with the solution of saturation area attacks. They figured that if they could destroy the entire Pocket Dimension, they could ignore these minor tricks.

And that is indeed the case. The magic mirror was hidden inside the Mirror Tree. If it had been destroyed, the situation would not have turned out this way.

But in the end, they failed.

The result of the failure was that one clone became three, and even the Lingering Fire that could burn time, spells, and concepts became even hotter, directly forcing them to defend and remain so until now, which is extremely frustrating.

Dilia analyzed:

"To find her true form, we need to solve two problems first."

"First, there's illusion magic; second, there's the Mirror Tree's Magic Absorption and reflect magic. Both are essentially spells, and since they are spells, they must have flaws."

Xavier understood the meaning of that sentence: there are no absolutes in the world of magic.

Why can Lucy Tiffany's magic absorb magical energy?

This problem can be broken down into steps such as absorption, transformation, refinement, and storage. The key to solving these difficulties, combining, implementing, advancing, and achieving the corresponding phenomena lies in the creation of techniques.

The predecessor of the Calembert Empire, the original Saint Roland Academy, adhered to this mindset, exploring the existence of Magic Element and the rules of the Golden Sea step by step, creating many incredible magics.

Therefore, magic is essentially a delicate science.

Lucy Tiffany's magic is not invincible; her spells naturally have flaws, but these flaws are well hidden, or so small that no one can see them or catch them.

Archibald said:

"Don't overthink it. No matter how powerful that Mirror Tree is, it's essentially a type of area magic. Once it's outside its designated range, its reflection and Magic Absorption effects will no longer work."

Xavier frowned slightly; he understood the implication.

The Black Sun Tower Master's intention was to leave the area of Mirror Tree directly, ignoring its ability to absorb Magic Element, and cast a spell from the outside to envelop the entire Forest Moon Courtyard within the spell, thus completing the seal.

This approach is simple and brutal: it relies entirely on the advantage of unlimited Magic Element to break the stalemate that currently offers no hope of victory by using the method of throwing bricks with great force.

Even if they win, what they gain is the Magic Element reserves accumulated in the Imperial Capital over thousands of years, not the legendary mages who participated in the war.

This approach is too dishonorable, lacking any elegance or integrity befitting a mage, but it is indeed the most appropriate method.

Keep in mind that Lucy Tiffany is no ordinary grassroots mage. If the battle drags on, August could very well join the fray and completely turn the tide of victory.

Xavier sighed:

"Although it was a bit rude, it was the only way."

Dilia did not hesitate; unwilling to miss the opportunity to see the Emperor, she immediately seconded the motion:

I agree.

"But remember, we only have one chance to act."

The three tower masters communicated entirely through their Mental Link. Before they could even take a breath in reality, the defensive formations they had erected were torn apart by a dense barrage of attacks, like a swarm of greedy snakes.

Archibald cast a defensive spell.

Xavier was responsible for taking the hits and acting as the team's main shield.

Dilia's Time Magic combines support, healing, and rescue abilities, making her the core of the team.

While seemingly continuing its struggle, the three towers of White Chalk, Forest Moon, and Black Sun are frantically devouring the Magic Element within the Forest Garden, carrying it back to the outside world, and desperately reducing the energy available to the local population.

Meanwhile, Saint Roland...

This vast imperial capital, comparable to the Winter Territory, is having its Magic Element drained from all directions by the three towering structures wielding their power.

At this moment, within a million square kilometers surrounding the academy, one can see colorful Magic Element, like a torrential downpour flowing backwards, staining the white clouds and piling up on the dome, exuding a terrifying aura.

Iris looked up at the scene, her innocent and lovely face filled with unease as she held Astrid's hand, looking extremely worried.

Although she trusted Sister Chu a lot, after the three towers disappeared, she knew that the other party was most likely facing three legendary mages with home-field advantage.

This lineup is already extravagant enough; even if you send three Captain-Class Witch, a victory isn't guaranteed.

Now, all the Magic Element in the capital Imperial Capital is converging above the academy, and the spells being nurtured within are extremely dangerous. Even the dormant Giant Thought Tree is shining brighter amidst the astonishing concentration of Magic Element.

Astrid's gaze narrowed slightly. Her situation was special; even in the Ideal Kingdom, she couldn't use much of the Magic Element in her physical body. However, her past knowledge and insight remained.

The scene, resembling a great flood, occasionally revealed the structure of spells and the principles of magic, far exceeding past understanding. It was undoubtedly a crystallization of wisdom that condensed into a monument of this world, and only the Tower Master was qualified to construct it.

Can Chu Yuanqing really handle this kind of tactic?

Astrid paused for a moment in worry, then suddenly realized a more real problem.

That is...

Just how far did the Pure White Witch push the three tower masters to force them to join forces and unleash such an extravagant spell?

Volume 1: Chapter 348. The Reappearance of the Martial God Skill. (5K2)

Above Saint Roland, the Magic Element tides boiled as if in a furnace, refining a thunderous, oppressive roar. The rich colors swallowed and devoured the sea of clouds, and the magical patterns spread like celestial scripture, radiating a breathtaking pressure.

Rose Street, Velvet Avenue, Twin Moon District...

These areas, located in the central city and not far from the academy, are the first to face the great terror brewing in the sky. The more skilled the mage, the more they can perceive how profound the spells covering the sea of clouds are.

That's precisely why the information it contains is so terrifying. What exactly happened to cause all the Magic Element of Saint Roland to converge here?

It's important to understand that this war authorization can only be activated when all three towers—Moonlit Forest, Black Sun, and Crete—are simultaneously in their highest alert mode within the tower master's authority.

Even if a Saint led an army of divine abominations to the Imperial Capital, it might not have escalated to this point. Just how terrifying an enemy did the three Tower Masters encounter?

The Imperial Alchemy Guild, the Magic Guild, the Spell Research Department, the Judgement Department branch, local noble families, and even more powerful forces were all drawn into the fray and took action simultaneously.

"Don't be stingy with magic stones, activate the teleportation spell, and be ready to evacuate at any time."

"The guild leader is still searching for traces of the divine monster in the northern mountains. We can only ask the elder to come out of seclusion and take charge of the situation."

"The Divine Belief Bird is ready to notify the Supreme Court of Judgement that Saint Roland has been attacked by an unknown force, and the three Tower Masters have been forced to use their highest war authority. We request that Your Excellency return immediately!"

"Warning! All professors and students, immediately abandon all courses, experiments, and training, and immediately evacuate the academy! Evacuate the academy immediately!"

"Citizens of the Empire, a Level One Red Alert has been activated throughout the city. Please board the alchemical airships bearing the inscription of Saint Roland and proceed in an orderly manner to the various shelters to receive the protection of the Divine Sentient Body."

In just half a minute, this megacity, which houses billions of people, was up and running with remarkable efficiency, as if it had prepared for the worst-case scenario of war affecting the entire city.

The only good news is that the National Level spell constructed by the three tower masters, despite the losses, generated energy fluctuations that far exceeded the safety threshold set by the Divine Sentient Body for the capital.

This caused the branches of the Giant Thought Tree to light up on their own, triggering a defensive spell that protected the Imperial Capital, comparable to the vast territory of a nation, and was subsequently filled with golden light.

In an instant, the panicked and bewildered citizens of the empire quickly calmed down, and they happily walked into the streets, basking in the light that was like a downpour.

"It's the Emperor intervention!"

"Your divine radiance shines through the ages; Saint Roland, the man you created, will live on forever."

"No need to go to the sanctuary, the Emperor's grace is protecting us!"

Iris, looking bewildered, reached out and caught a glimmer of golden light. She blinked her grey eyes, suddenly recalling the Pure White Witch's gaze—a light more radiant than amber, more tender than gold—and whispered:

"These Magic Element look just like Sister Chu's eyes."

"So, in everyone's eyes, the Emperor is also such a gentle person?"

Astrid patted the little girl's head, about to speak, when she suddenly realized something. Her expression changed from surprise to relief; the tension in her eyes melted away like ice and snow, and a smile played on her lips as she softly said: