Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 200 The Aftermath of the Fight

Harvey controlled the soul puppet and quickly followed the magic apprentice out of the Hall of Truth, returning to the first floor of the Sky Realm through the teleportation array, leaving behind the Federation mages who were still discussing in the hall.

Just as he reached the gate of the magic tower, he suddenly heard a shout from behind, which made him feel a sudden pain in his head.

After experiencing a cross-level battle with a high-level battle mage and enduring the impact of a completely indiscriminate super-level spell "Information Frenzy", Harvey felt that the soul connection between himself and the puppet was shaky. Every step he took required all his energy, and his steps seemed to be extremely staggering.

He suddenly felt a warm hand supporting his back. He tilted his head slightly and found that the red-haired wizard who had praised him during the duel was grinning at him, with the thin man with a gentle temperament standing behind him.

It's Mr. "Son of Fire" and Mr. "Shield"...

Harvey tried hard to control his facial expression and forced a smile. Before he could even open his mouth to greet them, Mr. Son of Fire pushed his back and whispered, "Don't say anything. Come with us!"

It wasn't until they left the aerospace region and returned to the Federation's Department of Magical Affairs on the ground that the two forum users seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. They let go of Harvey, who was being supported between them, and frowned, saying, "If we're not mistaken, you used some secret method to stimulate the increase of magic power, right? The side effects seem quite severe. Do you need some recovery potions?"

Harvey felt a warm feeling in his heart, and without attempting to explain his condition, he nodded and said softly, "Thank you both for your concern. I can still hold on. The potion is useless. What I need most is to rest alone..."

"Magic Shield" said with some self-mockery, "Mr. Mirror Man and I tried our best to send you intelligence about the enemy in advance, but it seems a bit redundant... Hehe, a research mage who can easily cast two creative spells is not something that those empty-headed battle mages can easily match..."

The Son of Fire felt like he was also affected by the map cannon. He grinned and was about to explode when Harvey bowed slightly, touched his chest, and said to them sincerely, "Including Mr. Man in the Mirror, I will never forget the help you all have given me. If you need any help in the future on the forum, please feel free to ask..."

"Well, this meeting was both unexpected and hasty. It seems we won't be able to have a pleasant gathering and exchange in real life. Those crazy people in the Combat Department will definitely regard you as a thorn in their side. I'm afraid the spellcasters from other conservative factions within the Federation will also secretly add fuel to the fire. You must take your people and leave Alaye immediately. Don't delay for a moment!"

"Farm Shield" waved to two of his trusted apprentices and asked them to drive Harvey back to the hotel where the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was staying. He then stood side by side with "Son of Fire" and said a simple goodbye to Harvey.

"See you on the forum, Mr. Kel'Thuzad! Now we have to return to the Hall of Truth and work with those quarrelsome folks to delay your unexpected incident..."

As soon as the puppet entered the hotel room and closed the door, it immediately collapsed to the ground as if its soul had been drained. Harvey's real body, who had been sitting upright on the sofa, immediately opened his eyes and stood up, calling out to Wayne and Tommy who were guarding the door and window, urging them, "Carry it on our backs! Let's leave immediately!"

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The gorgeous and exquisite carriage was moving quickly on the spacious hardened dirt road. As it was midsummer, the afternoon sun was very scorching. There were very few passengers walking on the road, and the only sound around was the chirping of birds coming from the shade of the trees.

Less than five hours had passed since Harvey entered Alayeh, completed the magic duel, returned, and finally left this magical city. The majestic city behind him was getting farther and farther away from them.

Suddenly, Harvey, who was sitting in the car, felt a piercing chill on his wrist, and at the same time, a strong warning of danger emerged in his heart.

It is the malicious perception actively triggered by the "Silver Moon Guardian"!

Harvey didn't hesitate at all. He slammed his body into the carriage door and rolled out, shouting a warning to the two bloodline warriors driving the carriage: "Escape the carriage, there are enemy attacks!"

Wayne and Tommy, who were connected to him by blood, reacted extremely quickly. Almost the moment he opened his mouth, they threw themselves to the sides and rolled to the side of the road.

A twisted figure suddenly materialized in mid-air, swathed in a thick, icy aura, and slammed down onto Harvey's luxurious carriage, freezing the entire carriage and its horses. "Oh? You were able to foresee danger and dodge it. Did someone in Alayeh warn you?" The dark, twisted figure in mid-air uttered a hoarse, aged voice, as unpleasant as phlegm coughing up from its throat.

A high-level elemental mage! And also an ice caster who is extremely good at control.

Harvey rolled out of the carriage and fell to the ground. He had no time to care about anything else. His body instantly split into an equally distorted mirror image. As soon as the image appeared, he immediately began to recite a profound and obscure spell, and completed the spell in less than three seconds.

A third-ring instant creative spell - Mirror Curse.

The dark cursed mirror image suddenly exploded on the spot, and countless black threads that seemed to have life broke away from the phantom's control and rushed directly towards the attacker in mid-air.

An ice-like crystal shield immediately appeared around the attacker's body. No matter how the black threads carrying the cursed power moved, they could not touch his body.

"How many creative arts have you mastered? Are you truly a descendant of Lord Sarath's family?"

The elemental mage floating in the air asked again in confusion, as if he didn't take Harvey's curse spell seriously at all.

But he miscalculated the main target of the attack.

Tommy rolled down the slope of the roadbed and quickly took off the gun bag on his back. He stood up from a half-squat and held the magic gun horizontally in his hand. He took a deep breath and quickly guided the abundant blood power in his body, which madly gathered from his strong beating heart to his eyes. His originally dark pupils were now completely dyed with a layer of brilliant silver-white.

After a strange sound, the crystal ice shield wrapped around the attacker trembled violently. Before he could react, another energy beam hit the shield.

With a light cracking sound, the ice shield shattered into pieces in an instant. The attacker opened his eyes wide in disbelief and rose rapidly to increase the distance from the ground. At the same time, a violent snowstorm swept around his body, hiding himself in it and making it difficult to be detected.

Tommy's blood talent is "Weakness Insight", which allows him to lock onto the weaknesses of the target within his sight and assist long-range weapons in delivering a fatal blow. However, under the cover of such violent wind and snow, he simply cannot see the enemy hiding in it. No matter how frantically he stimulates the blood energy in his body, his eyes still cannot lock onto the target.

Wayne rushed to Harvey with a gun in hand, grabbed Harvey and pushed him forward, shouting, "My lord, run away! Tommy and I will stop him!"

After saying that, he pointed his gun at the huge ice tornado and fired two random shots. Then he turned around and glared and shouted, "Sir! Run, run to Alaye!"

Harvey also knew that he couldn't be fussy at the moment, so he didn't bother to check on the puppet clone that was frozen in the carriage. He immediately turned around and ran towards Alaye.

Just after running about ten meters, I heard a loud roar and a sound of breaking air coming from the direction I came from.

A familiar rough voice came from far away and resounded in the sky.

"Fuck you! I knew you petty bastards wouldn't let me go, ugh!"

It was the high-level fire mage, Phil Holden, codenamed "Son of Fire" on the forum, who arrived!
(End of this chapter)