On the mirror-smooth ice field, Ais Te and the succubi worked busily, tense yet orderly. They brought out a vast number of magic array plates, magic patterns, and magic talismans made of mithril, piecing them together on the ground into a gigantic magic array more than ten miles in diameter.
Lin Qi's eyelids twitched as he watched from the side. These magic array plates, magic patterns, and magic talismans had all been cast from refined magical mithril; every portion of magical mithril required more than ten times its weight in pure mithril ingots to refine. Every magic array plate here measured over ten meters in both length and width, with an astonishing thickness of three feet.
The mithril used here was simply an astronomical quantity. Probably all the mithril produced across the Western Continent over the past five hundred years would not have been enough to set up such an enormous magic array.
Add to that the massive mithril puppets and the huge numbers of Mithril Knights, and the mithril resources under Ais Te's control could scare any mage on the Western Continent to death—could it be, just as the mages of the Western Continent had guessed, that the Silver Iris Family possessed a treasure capable of producing mithril out of thin air?
The Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse's voice rumbled, "Mithril Mountain! Such a treasure does exist! But it was lost during the ancient war. Mithril Mountain is, like us, a component of an ancient object."
Understanding dawned on Lin Qi at once. Mithril Mountain—what a truly fine thing that was!
He quietly observed Ais Te and the others. Once the magic array had been assembled, Ais Te and the many succubi took out a great number of ice-element magic gemstones and set them into it. A ghostly blue