You are all my wings...

At that time, he had just found the core image of the Hurricane Bullet, completed the finishing touch of the magical image, and completely sublimated the magical image into a perfect image. He had just come out of his meditative state due to hunger.

That's why this tentative move came about.

The effect of the perfect magical imagery far exceeded expectations.

There was another unexpected thing: the perfect image he comprehended this time even gave him a notification on the interface.

[Mastering the Perfect-Grade Intermediate Magic Imagery Hurricane Bullet unlocks the personal main quest, Endgame Guide]

[First Stage Mission Requirements: Master ten Perfect-level Intermediate Magic Images and one Perfect-level Advanced Magic Image]

[Mission Reward: Gain access to the End of the World]

There's even a main storyline that's unique to each individual?

It seems this is still a hidden route.

However, what exactly is the qualification requirement for entering the Land of the End?

The abode of the God of Ending in the finale?

What are the benefits of gaining access?

Does entering this world mean we can avoid being destroyed by the God of the End?

Leon shook his head, not understanding for the time being.

There are still more than twenty, almost thirty years until the arrival of the God of the End. Although the time is short, it is not particularly urgent.

Leon decided to temporarily set aside the mission itself and review the perfect-level hurricane bullet he had just attempted.

The speed and power of the Hurricane Bullet were already quite good, and when combined with the perfect-level imagery he had comprehended, the speed and power more than doubled in one go, equivalent to the power of two or three intermediate spells fired in quick succession.

Its peak destructive power is quite close to that of an eight-shot high-speed fireball.

If we can successfully apply acceleration magic to Hurricane Bullets in the future, their power could truly approach that of high-level magic!

However, it takes a lot of practice and experimentation to achieve this.

Of course, the eagle we just encountered was just an ordinary monster with average magic resistance. It's not too outrageous that its defense could be directly penetrated by a powerful mid-level spell.

However, it should be noted that he is only a second-tier mage. Even with the bonus from the Elemental Mage class, the actual power of his intermediate spells is still slightly weaker than that of a normal fourth-tier mage casting intermediate spells.

And with the support of perfect imagery, it is not only not weak, but even stronger!

"This is the correct way to open the sacred murals! Awesome!"

Lyon was secretly excited.

Even though I was a highly skilled player in my past life, I never grasped the concept of a perfect image and had never heard of such a thing.

This shows how rare and remarkable a magical achievement this is.

In the distance, Karl and his men had finished their battle and cut off the eagle's head.

"Your Excellency, was that spell you just used an intermediate-level spell? How could it be so powerful?"

Carl ran over carrying the eagle's enormous head.

"It's intermediate magic, but I learned some techniques from the sacred murals to increase its power."

Lyon smiled reservedly.

"Ah, I'm so envious. You seem to have all sorts of good things in life. How come I haven't figured anything out?"

Carl was now truly envious and jealous.

He can't improve his looks much, but at least he has a chance to catch up in terms of combat power.

In the blink of an eye, Leon grasped the technique from the sacred mural that could greatly increase the power of intermediate magic.

Leon chuckled and patted Carl on the shoulder, saying:

"Karl, it's okay to be a little slow, the key is to work hard."

Carl said speechlessly, "There's absolutely no persuasiveness in hearing that from your mouth."

Lyon chuckled, ignoring Karl, and continued to plan his future career path.

There are four pseudo-intermediate spells that I currently possess that I can try to improve: the water-based cold wave, the wind-based tornado, the earth-based small swamp, and the water-earth dual-element ground freezing cold wave.

The ground-freezing cold wave is a variant of the cold wave, and it is estimated that there is no corresponding reference image of a giant beast.

Therefore, Leon plans to prioritize upgrading the three intermediate spells—Frost Tide, Tornado, and Small Swamp—to the perfect level or higher.

As for basic magic, considering the lack of low-level monsters in the behemoth paintings, even with perfect mastery, it's estimated that one wouldn't be able to glean anything from the sacred murals and could only try again later.

At this moment, Machiru walked over with wide eyes.

She was awakened when the eagle crashed to the ground, and then witnessed Leon cast an intermediate spell without chanting, breaking through the defenses of a level 5 eagle without using a wand.

She tugged at Leon's sleeve, her face full of disbelief:

"No, did you really glean anything from the sacred murals?"

She was so shocked that she didn't even add the usual words, "my dear and respectable master."

"Yes, if you didn't have some kind of enlightenment, how could you increase the power of magic out of thin air? And don't you look like you've had some kind of enlightenment yourself?"

"But, but..."

Maqilu hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

Chapter 142 I'm not as easily fooled as Iris!

"But what?"

Looking at Macchiato's wobbly, slightly chubby face, Leon couldn't resist reaching out and pinching it.

Machiru's features are even more youthful than Iris's, with a small round face full of collagen, beautiful heterochromatic eyes, and a smaller nose and mouth. If you disregard her inner crazy scholar nature, her appearance is indeed very deceptive.

"What are you doing, taking advantage of this opportunity to grope me? How disgusting!"

Machiru was furious.

"Because it's cute."

Lyon laughed heartily:

“Macchiato, as long as you don’t reveal your identity as an evil life alchemist, you look quite like my sister standing there.”

"Cute? Little sister?"

Maqilu paused for a moment, then crossed her arms and sneered:

"Don't think I'll fall for you just because you flatter me a bit. I'm not like that ignorant poor girl, Iris, who, despite being born a long-lived person, is so easily fooled by you and gets excited about you every day! I've buried many playboys like you before!"

"Really? But the way you look at me doesn't seem like you're praising me or disliking me."

Lyon smiled and conjured a crystal mirror with a miniature spell, reflecting it in front of Macchiato:

“Macchiato, look at your eyes, and you’ll know what’s going on.”

"Hmph! I won't fall for your tricks!"

Machiru turned her head away, refusing to look in the mirror.

Leon chuckled and said:

"Alright, considering your thin skin, I'll stop this topic, lest you lose even this one last chance to be stubborn. Let's talk about what you were struggling with just now. Why did you look like you wanted to say something but hesitated after I gleaned something from the sacred mural?"

Upon hearing this, Macchiato immediately and abruptly changed the subject:

"I have to leave now, my dear and respectable master, please allow me to depart."

She had already run far away when she said those words, and it seemed like she was just saying them to appease someone.

Leon shrugged. This guy must have wanted to say something really embarrassing and shameful.

I must ask next time I have the chance.

I have to say, teasing Macchiato is quite fun.

He took out a dismantling knife from the package and walked toward the massive carcass of the five-step eagle, preparing to dismantle it.

Although they still had a lot of food left, it was still nice to be able to eat some fresh monster meat.

After all, the fresher the monster meat, the greater the chance of increasing its attributes.

Last time I ate the heart meat of the Tier 4 Falcon, my attributes didn't increase. This time they should increase a bit, right?

……

The disintegration of the five-stage eagle was more troublesome than expected.

Even though the corpse of a monster lacks magic after death and softens appropriately, the effectiveness of his first-level dismantling sword is becoming less and less.

The last time I dismantled a Tier 5 monster was the plant-type Pseudo-Wisdom Tree, which was alright, since plant fibers are easy to break.

The monster's flesh is rich in moisture and has tough muscles, making it even more difficult to disintegrate.

With no other option, he had to take out Utaman's third-tier magic sword, which had lost a lot of durability, as a replacement.

The dismantling knife has a wide back, a wide blade, and a long spine, with a curved tip, making it very suitable for dismantling. In contrast, the three-section magic sword is a long dagger, only suitable for stabbing and short slashing. Its shape is not very convenient for cutting meat.

However, lacking the necessary tools this time, we could only make do with what we had.

If I return to the surface next time, I might consider purchasing a suitable one, or having that same magician craftsman forge a higher-level one.

Anyway, he's recently acquired quite a few claw-like materials, so he should have a chance to forge a fourth or even fifth-tier dismantling knife.

Therefore, his dismantling process was much slower this time than the last.

While it was true that the sharpness was greater, he was worried that the shape was unsuitable and he might cut the wrong magical veins in the muscles, causing the magic to dissipate and affecting the quality. In addition, the corpse was also huge, so it took him nearly half an hour to complete the entire job.

And this was even with Bovary and Miró being called over to assist him.

As for Karl and Mark, because the battle had been quite intense, Leon assigned them to be on guard this time.

Iris and Britta were still engrossed in their conversation, and Leon didn't disturb them. He understood the feeling; at this moment, the more focused they were, the better.

"Macchiato, come help out if you're free. There's a lot of meat this time, so we can grill, boil, or stew it. Let's make a variety of flavors today."

Lyon hadn't had fresh meat for several days and was starting to crave it.

Macchiato didn't want to come and help. She was staring at the sacred mural with a sullen expression, and when she heard the first part of the sentence, she had an expression that said, "I can't hear you."

But when she heard the second half of the sentence, "Let's add more flavors," her eyes lit up.

"Well, since it's my dear and respectable master's order, I'll reluctantly do it. What should I do?"

"You know fire magic, right? You can take charge of lighting the stove."

"Fire magic? I am a noble witch! How could I possibly learn mere fire magic?"

"I thought with your genius and intelligence, fire magic would be something you could learn easily. Oh well, since you're not very useful, go and gather some dry firewood and leaves."

"I'm useless? Let's see if you'll still ask me to do life alchemy next time!"

Ma Qilu was so angry her teeth were itching.

"Oh, sorry Macchiato, you're not useless, you're actually quite useful."

"Hmph, since you apologized, I'll forgive you."

"Then I'll leave it to you to gather firewood, Macchiato is super useful."

She straightened her chest and walked with her head held high to gather firewood.

Ten minutes later, dishes such as roasted eagle heart, roasted eagle leg meat, eagle head soup, and eagle pork belly were quickly prepared with the acceleration of Lyon's various miniature magic spells.

This is only half the quantity; with the kitchen utensils Leon brought this time, there's no way he could fit the other half.

The eagle, which is eight meters long and six meters tall, is estimated to weigh more than four tons.

Even though they have an enormous appetite, this wave can last them a long time.

The fragrant aroma instantly filled the entire valley.

Leon thought for a moment, then casually cast a suction wind spell to draw in the fragrance, and then used a freeze spell to freeze it, thus preventing it from attracting monsters.

With his current magical reserves, he can play these fancy tricks without much worry.

Upon seeing this, Bovary couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: