Alien world

Chapter 1379 13. Alan Continent Horror Story

The three questions turned into cold hands that suddenly grabbed Annan's heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Thinking about it carefully, I realized that I did put too much trust in the "truth" floating on the surface and ignored the shadows hidden beneath the ice.

"The innate spell can pull in trapped gods" is what Annan deduced based on logic and intuition, and it seems to be fine.

But if they are really safe and sound, who built the prison to lock up the gods, and who broke the fragments of the temple?
Because of this, countless desperate believers committed suicide and went to extremes just to get an answer from the gods.

Because Annan was an unbeliever, he had never realized this.

Now that I have realized it, the joy of discovering the treasure has been dampened.

After all, even the temple that was made entirely of mountain copper, had runes on it, and belonged to the gods had turned into fragments. Even if he built the Mage Tower to 100 floors, it would just be a wooden stick that would break at the slightest touch.

Annan took a deep breath, trying to ease the heavy atmosphere caused by Lilith's straightforward words: "We have no evidence that it is the gods that are responding to us, but we also have no evidence that it is the indescribable existence that is responding to us. Maybe it is Martin who is responding to me?"

An appropriate sense of crisis can increase motivation, but too much turns into despair.

But it was of little use, because everyone present was a smart person - and only smart people would worry about the future.

clap clap-

Annan clapped his hands, and the resounding applause drew the attention of the mages.

"You know I lived with Aunt Susan in Pinglin for a while, right?"

These mages who have been doing research and inventions in the Mage Tower for many years expressed their confusion, but they have more or less heard of the legendary story of Annan.

"Aunt Susan and Uncle Hollin had a son named Martin. We would always go wandering in the woods outside of town. One day, we encountered a group of kobolds. When they rushed towards us barking, we ran faster than we had ever run before."

"We ran home sweating all over, thirsty and tired. I wanted to drink some water, but found that there was only half a cup of water in the cup, which was not enough to drink at all. I felt very disappointed. But then Martin came in and said, 'Hey, here is half a cup of water!'"

"This Mr. Martin is a wise man." said a great wizard.

"That's not necessary..." Annan changed the subject, "Anyway, at least the temple fragments are real. Instead of worrying about it meaninglessly, why not turn our anxiety into strength and let our wizard tower also have the same runes as the temple?"

The story was made up by Annan, but the principle is true.

When faced with an enemy, should you hide in your house and cry, or put on your armor and go out to fight?
As for what happened to the gods... let's wait until Spider-Man and Silly Cat come back and then ask them clearly.

The mages looked at each other, and then bowed to Annan together: "We will follow Lord Annan's wishes."

"How long will it take us to solve these runes?" Annan said relaxedly.

Lilith said: "The runes on the fragments are broken and incomplete. We need to repair them first."

"broken?"

Annan looked at the temple fragments. Except for some runes on the edges of the fragments that were incomplete, most of the runes were complete.

Lilith said nothing, but cast a spell to magnify the image, enlarging a rune on the temple fragment.

The rune has clear veins inside, like the neatly arranged streets in a city. Each vein is smaller than an ant and thinner than a hair.

"Are the runes made up of these veins..." Before Annan could finish his exclamation, Lilith continued to zoom in.

The veins that were originally arranged like streets gradually revealed their true appearance - countless closely connected chains.

Each chain is made up of tens of thousands of densely-woven runes, and each rune is composed of criss-crossing magic circuits.

They are hundreds of times thinner than a hair, like the most perfect works of art. In fact, these runes almost represent the highest level of magic skills in the world of Allen.

Lilith manipulated the spell to slowly sweep across the fragments, passing over the tiny scrapes, scratches, and gaps. These microscopic magic circuits were all terrifying ravines across the continent, bottomless abysses, and ruins devastated by war.

If the magic circuit is compared to a street, then each rune is a star.

Lilith put away her spell at this time, and the rapidly retreating image made Annan feel as if he was rising from the street into the sky and leaving a world.

Then Annan realized that Lilith's words "it takes time, money, and people" were heavier than he had imagined.

You know, the ones who can repair runes are not the workers in the industrial area, nor the apprentices who are responsible for helping, but the real magicians, and they must be magicians who are proficient in runes.

How long would it take to repair a rune like this?

There are at least several thousand runes on the surface of this five-meter-high and twenty-meter-wide fragment.

Annan felt his scalp tingling when he thought about the runes as numerous as stars.

“Can we really restore it?”

Lilith said: "The runes are nested in each other, and forming one of them can unleash some of the power."

This is the only good news.

If he had to repair thousands of runes, he might as well sell it to merchant Wilhelm.

"Then go and recover, I will provide all the support."

Nothing can win the favor of mages better than this sentence.

Any mage tower has to face the problem of allocation. After all, there are so many mages, and everyone has their own research topics, but the funds are limited, so who should be given the money?
If you want funding, you must first prove your worth. But how can you prove your worth without funding?
Therefore, most mages who joined the Mage Tower were forced to suspend their research, join other people's projects, do things they were unwilling to do, and accumulate value.

The mages outside envy them for having a regular job, while they envy the mages outside for being able to do what they want.

There are not many lords as generous and trusting as Annan - there are also not many tower spirits like Lilith who are willing to train mages.

Generally speaking, the tower master and the mage tower are like a lord and his territory. All the people in the territory must obey the lord, and all the mages must obey the tower master.

To speed up the repair of runes, more mages are needed.

Where does the magician come from?
So there is one more person to advertise?
Leaving behind a sentence "Leave it to me", Annan asked Lilith to send him back to the City Lord's Mansion.

There was a flash of light, and Annan appeared in Olmedo's office.

Annan grinned and turned slowly.

Olmedo raised her head from behind the documents that almost blocked her view. “What’s the matter?”

After failing in his attempt to sneak away, Annan stood still and said, "Olmedo, I want to make a magic video that can promote the bank, sell golems, and recruit mages for the Mage Tower."

"Do you think we could find a famous person who is both famous and unknown?"

Olmedo wanted to say that Annan was having a wild idea, but unexpectedly, Annan suddenly shouted excitedly: "I got it!"

"what?"

"I said I thought of something to shoot!"

(End of this chapter)