Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 212 Nautilus...Crash

Elise looked at Anser with a half-smile. After not seeing him for a few days, she could see a naked desire in the man's casual eyes.

But just when he was about to succeed, he insisted on going to that desolate alternate dimension. Apart from fighting, she couldn't think of anything more attractive than her.

“Brahm is a transit point in the desolate world; we can’t give it up easily,” Anser shrugged.

He didn't just run to wherever there was chaos; it was because the location of Blayan City was too important.

Without the commercial corridor of Blayan City, the so-called commercial community would be cut in half, lacking both scale and prestige, and thus failing to attract any attention.

“Your safety is more important,” Elise disagreed. “Besides, your teleportation array has a limited lifespan. What if you can’t get back within the time limit?”

"I'll go check it out. So much time has passed, they should be done fighting over there by now," Anser reassured her.

He has a bunch of life-saving equipment and a "Fate" card in his hand, which is equivalent to having two lives. It won't be so easy to kill him.

Elise sighed helplessly. She knew Anser was very opinionated and couldn't be persuaded; saying more would be a waste of breath.

Having a man like this is quite exhausting.

"Remember your purpose, don't get carried away."

"I know."

Back in the bedroom, Anser teleported into Hallebrion under Iris's watchful gaze.

Instead of heading to Blayan City immediately, he entered the spherical celestial orbit array and carefully observed this complex and large array.

"Meow, do you even understand this? You're taking too big a step." Maeve, who was sleeping in the magic circle, opened her eyes and teased her without any politeness.

Anser waved his hand and shoved the spellbook aside with a snap.

The spellbook, carrying Maeve, drifted leisurely to the other side of the magic circle.

"Meow~" Maeve meowed at him in dissatisfaction, but her lazy lying posture did not change at all.

“Ms. Maeve, you have time to sleep, but can’t you help me copy a few spell scrolls?” Anser was even more dissatisfied.

He had seen through it all; this black cat was even lazier than him, lacking any of the self-discipline and diligence of a mage.

"Meow? It's just first or second-level spells, what's so great about copying it?" Maeve said dismissively.

"It can be sold for money, and it can be used for self-defense... Never mind." Anser waved his hand, too lazy to say anything more to her.

While traveling, he also tried copying spell scrolls under Lin Qiancheng's guidance.

Then they discovered that the cost-effectiveness was not high. It took eight hours of continuous copying a day to complete the copying of a single spell, and a special piece of parchment was also required.

It takes three days to create a second-circle spell scroll, and at least twenty-five days to create a fifth-circle spell. The number of days for copying can be discontinuous, but there must be no mistakes.

This shows that copying spell scrolls is a time-consuming, difficult, and highly focused skill.

The Mage's Pen saved him time and ink, but it couldn't automatically copy spell scrolls for him, since copying spells and creating spell scrolls are two different things.

Converting spells into scrolls is a legendary effect unique to the "Book of Castella," available one scroll per day.

He only knows first and second-level mage spells now, so copying them isn't very valuable. He copies one every now and then as a way to build up his technical reserves for higher-level spells in the future.

Ignoring Maeve's interference, Anser continued to study the celestial ritual array.

After a long while, he placed his palm on one of the star nodes and exclaimed excitedly, "This magic array has indeed incorporated a teleportation array..."

"Meow, nonsense." Maeve was startled, thinking he had made some amazing discovery.

The Astral Ritual Array is a super-complex array with built-in functions such as a magic pool, monitoring, teleportation, and prophetic protection. The Scepter of Protection is the key to controlling it. Whether it's the interdimensional transfer of people and items or the free teleportation within the Black Tower, it's all based on the Astral Ritual Array, which is far more powerful than teleportation arrays.

“Where there’s a teleportation array, there must be coordinates…” He focused his senses and indeed discovered the rune sequence that was hidden layer by layer, accessible only to him.

“Meow, it’s no use.” Maeve rolled over and squatted on the spellbook. “This is a closed teleportation array. Even if you know the rune sequence, other teleportation arrays can’t teleport you here.”

“But the Scepter of Protection is an exception,” Anser said confidently.

He took the spellbook and used the Wizard's Pen to record the abstract rune sequences onto it.

The Scepter of Protection is like a unique key. As long as one possesses it, one can travel directly to Holreven from anywhere via a teleportation array, and then use the scepter to return to the location where one first entered Holreven.

In this way, he could use Holreven as a transit point to freely travel between White Stone Island and Blayan City.

He decided to do it, but just in case, Anser left a return magic circle on the eleventh floor before casting a teleportation spell to open a portal to Blayan City.

The basement was pitch black. He held up his shield and slowly walked to the door, listening intently. It was quiet outside, unusually quiet.

He didn't go out, but sat back down in the center of the magic circle and focused on casting the spell.

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A deep dragon voice rang out, and an invisible arcane eye floating in the air quietly took shape. It then passed through the crack in the door, went up, and circled the three-story stone building.

After confirming that everything in the room was normal, the Mystic Eye flew out of the stone building through the chimney and floated low in the air along the street.

The street was somewhat messy and stained with blood, but it had clearly been tidied up in a simple way. There were no corpses, no wounded, and no valuables.

'They must have won, at least they didn't lose control.' Anser secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he sensed a faint light ahead through his secret eye. He immediately controlled his secret eye to fly over. Just as he turned the corner, the fire in front of him intensified and many figures appeared.

A massive Nautilus ship crashed in Midtown Square, surrounded by nearly two hundred people, including adventurers, Giszelai, and mostly uniformed guards.

An isolation zone was also set up around the perimeter to prevent others from entering.

With his mystical eye slightly closer, although he couldn't hear anything, he could tell from the actions and expressions of the other people that a battle was still taking place inside the ship.

It was probably quite intense, as wounded people were being carried out from time to time.

The guards did not immediately rescue the injured; instead, they secured the injured person, examined them, and only provided medical treatment as a last resort.

Anser understood perfectly; this was clearly a precaution against someone being parasitized by the Mind Flayer Tadpole or the Mind Eater!
'This Nautilus isn't the one at the dock!'

He made his judgment after a little observation, because the Nautilus was clearly larger.

'What's going on? Mind Flayers are attacking Blayan City? No way, Mind Flayers are all cunning bastards; they wouldn't do something they weren't sure of.'

The Nautilus is a magical ship specially made by the Mind Flayers. It can be powered by psionic energy, is extremely expensive, and has the ability to teleport across dimensions. It can come and go freely. Anyone who can sink it must be no ordinary professional.

'Why doesn't the Mind Flayer escape?' The fully evolved Mind Flayer possesses the ability to teleport.

Just as his doubts arose, he noticed an inverted pyramid floating next to the Nautilus ship. It was over a meter tall, shimmering with blue light, and its magical fluctuations were almost tangible, spreading in concentric circles throughout the surrounding space.

Beside the pyramid stood four professionals dressed in gold-patterned court-style robes, all holding staffs or wands, their expressions solemn.

'Could this be some kind of magical item that seals off space?' He had a vague guess in his mind.

This thing is not common, and it seems that Blayan City was prepared for it. In addition, the appearance of the Giszelai people... Therefore, it can be inferred that the Mind Flayer is the prey.

'Count me in, I can play too...'

(End of this chapter)