Throne of the North.

Chapter 640 The Moss on the Great Wall Fortress, the End of the Kingdom of Koran
Master Lyman?

Ryan was also somewhat surprised when he received the news, as he was quite concerned about this mage named Lyman from the east coast of the woodlands.

Because the mycelium on his hand was the second spiritual plant that Ryan had discovered.

However, this mage Lyman had previously been eager to enter the magic academy, and later became a distinguished legend in the imperial wars.

Ryan temporarily put aside his ulterior motives.

Unexpectedly, this legendary mage has now come to the Northwind Province on his own initiative and become the so-called Northern Branch President.

A legendary status is certainly not something that can be dismissed by the head of a provincial mage association branch, but the head of the northern branch of the mage association is a title that carries considerable weight.

According to the Mage Guild, this was to make it easier for mages to obtain extraordinary materials from the North.

This was inspired by the King of Nantes; the Mage's Guild echoed the Emperor and also promoted the wealth of the North.

The truth is that the Mage Guild currently has absolutely no intention of developing the Northern Territory.

"So that's why there are more and more adventurers in Zero Crossing City lately. It turns out that Columbus III is also helping to promote it. It seems that he is really satisfied with the benefits he has received from the King of Nantes."

Ryan immediately sent someone to invite Master Lyman to a banquet in the Frozen Territory.

"It seems that Mage Lyman, like Knight Mulan, has become a marginalized figure among the legends."

"But a legend is a legend, and no one can ignore it."

When he saw Baron Ryan, the mage Lyman gave a somewhat embarrassed laugh.

He remembered that Ryan had warned him before, but he later suffered a severe blow in the war with the Church. The divine power erosion brought about by divine magic made it difficult for him, as a legend, to overcome the gap.

"Master Lyman, it's been a long time. You seem to be unwell?"

Ryan asked with some surprise, of course, he had already learned about the news from Count Pascal of the Danube province beforehand.

The corrupting power of the Dawn God meant that the legendary power within the mage Lyman was only able to unleash half of its full potential.

"I'll recover soon. After all, I've become a legend, and nothing can stop me now."

Master Lyman said with a smile that during his time in the capital, he had learned a bit about how nobles spoke.

"Speaking of which, there's another matter related to Baron Ryan that led me to the North."

"Oh?"

"It's about frost crystals. I heard it's a specialty of Baron Ryan's region, and the Mage's Guild is interested in buying them in large quantities. Price isn't an issue."

If price isn't an issue, then there's a real problem.

Ryan looked at the legend.

"I don't know why the Mage Association cares so much about that thing. As far as I know, although that kind of crystal is a bit special, its effects shouldn't be that great."

Archmage McCann was practically sleeping with the Frost Demon Crystal. Recently, he found a brand new path to ascension on the Northern Warhorse.

His herd of northern warhorses will only grow stronger.

"This……"

Mage Lyman hesitated, while Ryan continued:

“Mage Lyman, I think our friendship is much deeper. You have only been a member of the Mage Guild for a short time, and you know that the Northwind Province is a harsh and cold place, not a good place at all.”

"I've only heard about it."

Master Lyman was defeated; having spent years in solitary meditation, he was not adept at certain forms of communication.

"The elemental mages of the Grand Duke Rodrigo's family have developed a magic that allows you to use your crystal to escape through elemental magic."

"Some magicians can use that crystal to travel a thousand miles in a day, breaking down flesh and blood into elemental states and flying through the void."

"In this state, one is naturally immune to physical damage."

“Those magicians care a lot.”

"I see. The establishment of the Mage Association is indeed effective, allowing us to gather ideas so quickly."

Ryan expressed his sincere admiration.

"It's a pity, though. I only obtained that crystal by chance. Otherwise, I would have ripped off the Duke quite a bit."

The two chatted happily, and soon Ryan steered the conversation toward the mycelium.

"The mycelium of Mage Lyman seems to be different from the legendary gifts of mages. May I purchase a sample?"

"Don't worry, I will pay the full price."

The mage Lyman currently lacks the resources to purify the Dawn God Power within his body. This power is extremely troublesome, and no one within the empire currently has a definitive solution. As for handing his body over to someone else, the mage Lyman would absolutely not allow it.

He would rather endure the pain than let others analyze his magic.

"How much can you give?"

……

"The mycelium of the dark wood does not actually belong to me, at least it never did."

"I found it in a dark corner of the forest on the east coast. At that time, they were growing on the trunks of trees maintained by the night elves. Those trees were half in the water and half on the surface, and their branches were eerie and ghostly."

"During that time, I was injured by the ghosts in the sea fog, and before I died, I discovered the ghost wood mycelium."

"This thing... it's actually receiving a legendary blessing."

"Later, with a desperate attitude of pursuing the truth, I transplanted the mycelium of the ghost tree into my own heart, and even became a ghost-like creature because of it."

Lyman sighed, adding that his current predicament was partly due to the fact that his life state was not entirely human.

"I became a Saint, completely making the Ghostwood mycelium a part of me. Even after advancing to Legendary, the Legendary Blessing is closely related to the Ghostwood mycelium."

"It has become a part of my body."

This thing is terrifying; it can corrupt human hearts and control the body. In the previous war, the priests of the Dawn Church almost all died when they encountered it because of their weak bodies.

Ryan brought his fingertips close to the mycelium, which seemed to sense the presence of flesh and blood, and moved closer to his fingers like tentacles.

"It's alive." "Yes, that's the scariest part. Maybe even if I die, it won't die."

The mage Lyman was thrilled with his power, but also terrified of the creature that coexisted with him.

He didn't think it was a plant.

"The reward will be sent to the magic academy, so Mage Lyman can rest assured. Now that we've come to Zero Crossing City, I think we'll have many opportunities to cooperate in the future."

"This land is not as barren as I imagined; it is beautiful."

Master Lyman nodded, looking at the snowy weather outside.

“Yes, the Frozen Territory is astonishing. No wonder the nobles in the south don’t understand why Baron Ryan is so powerful. I’ve seen it with my own eyes, and I’m even more puzzled.”

"Perhaps Mage Lyman will discover it later."

Ryan said with a smile that the legendary mage did not linger after the banquet and returned to Zero Crossing City.

"Grand Duke Rodrigo is truly ambitious. Does he really intend to make the Mage's Guild a part of the Imperial power?"

"With such an increase in the authority of his power, he is confident in managing so many magicians."

As Ryan spoke, he bestowed a spiritual blessing upon the pot of mycelium in front of him.

It absorbed it and went crazy for it, instantly covering the entire pot of dead wood. Moreover, Ryan vaguely felt a connection between himself and the mycelium.

He can sense them.

These mycelium no longer posed a threat to Ryan, as they were under the control of the spirit.

"Tsk, tsk."

"What a magical spiritual plant."

Ryan gathered a large amount of dead wood and poured out hundreds of spiritual reserves. Before him were dense, dark wood mycelium, growing like moss on the surface of the dead wood.

He felt it carefully, as if he were in a vast ocean of mycelium, light as a feather, drifting with the wind.

"Completely the opposite of that thicket of thorns."

Ryan pondered where he could put these things. Rhinoceros Horn Mountain? Not suitable; only the Baron's family and servants lived on Rhinoceros Horn Mountain.

"Isn't it said that the construction of the Wall in the North would be subject to many attacks? Fill the gaps with sawdust, and plant the mycelium of the wormwood in the sawdust to strengthen the wall and provide food as well."

Ryan quickly made a decision and headed north to the Great Wall fortifications in the snowy plains with the Ghostwood Mycelium.

Once you leave the mountains, you can look up and see the deep fortress hidden in the hazy snow ahead. It is majestic and powerful, resisting the vast snowstorm. Here you can also see different colors. On the northern city wall, it is already covered with white snow and requires a large number of people to clear it.

"Alchemy is great; it made it possible to build the Great Wall fortress without requiring a large workforce."

"Those heated metal rods contain the divine essence from the twilight of Surtur, capable of turning the snow into scalding hot water, melting it into meltwater, which then flows into the pipes through the trenches, burning into hot blood, and warming the rooms inside the fortress."

"At the same time, this hot water is also one of the energy mediums of the entire Great Wall fortress. Through the water flow, extraordinary power is provided to the waterwheels to turn the gun towers that will be built on the fortress. The ballistae inside only require two people to complete the assembly and firing, blocking enemies from the sky and below the city wall from all directions."

As Ryan walked on the broad stone ground of the fortress, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

Thanks to the almighty gods for preventing the devastating natural disasters that have struck the North in recent years, and thanks to the generous Emperor of the Flor Empire, whose Great Wall fortress is finally nearing completion.

The greatest advantage of spiritual plants is that once Ryan bestows spirituality upon them, he can make them grow wherever he wants, almost with mathematical precision, giving them absolute loyalty.

Most importantly, these mycelia originated from Mage Lyman, and simply expanded from the mycelia created by Mage Lyman.

They showed absolutely no signs of maladjustment after being separated from Master Lyman.

This discovery gave Ryan a frightening idea: he didn't know whether the current Mage Lyman was a puppet controlled by the Spectral Mycelium, or whether they were in a symbiotic relationship as Mage Lyman claimed.

But it is clear that it will be difficult for Lyman to gain a dominant position between the two.

He has absolutely not succeeded, otherwise the mycelium would have already begun to devour the eroding Dawn God Power within his body according to his will.

"Once the mycelium of the ghost wood covers the gaps in the Great Wall, it will become one of the fortress's trump cards."

Ryan looked at the vast Great Wall fortress with satisfaction, then gave up. The mycelium was already as fine and dense as body hair. If it really covered the Great Wall fortress, who knows how many spiritual beings would have to be thrown down on it.

From this perspective, it seems that his spiritual balance of over 900,000 is not enough to squander at will.

After a busy day, 100,000 spiritual beings were scattered, and dense, dark lines appeared on the snow-covered walls of the Great Wall fortress. From a distance, it was impossible to tell that the fortress had changed. Only when the slaves of construction stepped on it did they feel that the stones under their feet seemed to have become much more solid.

"It's time to invite mages to inscribe the runes, but the Northern Fortress was forged by alchemists, so the magic array can only play a supporting role at best. In that case... we can save a lot of money."

"In that case, let Mage Lyman earn this money."

Back on Rhinoceros Horn Mountain, Ryan did the math and felt completely overwhelmed.

"I wonder when Sven will be able to send me the wealth from the church in the Kingdom of Coran. I'm short of money."

Autumn has arrived, and the frozen tundra is blanketed in snow, while elsewhere, it is getting colder day by day.

In the capital city of the Kingdom of Kolan, displaced people huddled together, but slowly people noticed that the number of refugees in the city was decreasing.

They became followers of the Dawn Cult because the Dawn Priest's tireless distribution of food and warm clothing strengthened their already strong faith.

As the number of believers increased, many clergy members within the Dawn Church also became members of the Dawn Cult.

Their reason for joining was quite simple: the war with the nobles was too terrible, and they desperately sought a sense of security. The Dawn Cult members undoubtedly possessed this ability in the current chaotic environment of the Kingdom of Coran.

If the clergy and nobles are evenly matched, then the Dawn Cult members have a very high chance of winning on the side of the Papacy, so the clergy are naturally eager to act.

Sven was satisfied with the result. Archbishop Garcia had not yet returned to the Kingdom of Coran, but even if he did return now, it would be of no use.

The Dawn Cult gradually gained control of the majority of the Dawn Faith, while the noble class of the Kingdom of Kolan experienced an epic upheaval.

Nearly half of the nobles were killed, and their heirs were busy inheriting titles and power. In the process, Grand Duke Gaelan won over most of the nobles and, under the banner of eliminating the Dawn, built a new force for the Kingdom of Coran.

A month later, Galic Gelan, the heir to the Grand Duke, suddenly appeared in the sight of the nobles with an army of only one thousand men, and the fighting power of that army shocked all the nobles.

"Only great power can save the Kingdom of Kolan from its dire straits."

"We will never admit defeat! The Dawn Church must give us an explanation for the deaths of the nobles!"

"Archbishop Garcia bears an undeniable responsibility!"

(End of this chapter)