What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 265. What did I make?

The churning clouds in the sky were reflected in Miya's eyes; she was all too familiar with this scene.

Since the gods could no longer truly descend to the prime plane in their divine bodies, they could only use this method to influence and demonstrate their power.

Even though they were all asleep, they swarmed over like hyenas that had caught a whiff of something.

"Earth, nature, and...light."

He recognized the deity casting his gaze upon the prime plane from within the churning clouds. At least four or five deities would be moved by a spirit born from a special tree like Gopherwood.

He pondered how to strike back all the power of these gods, perhaps by firing a Space Particle Cannon at their divine kingdom from the astral plane.

Or should we simply ask a demigod to perform a dimensional ascent?

Anyway, they are still asleep and will not wake up unless something particularly serious happens.

He felt that both options seemed feasible.

However, just as the angel was pondering this, He suddenly sensed a peculiar magical energy.

"Hmm, what is that?" He wondered.

The aura of that magical energy was extremely cold, but that doesn't mean its magical properties were cold.

Rather, this magic has been completely tamed and become extremely regular, like steel reflecting a cold, sharp light after being hammered countless times.

There is only one place in the North where such magic could possibly exist, and that is...

"Is it Ilister's mage tower?"

Miya found it very strange. She had actually surveyed the mage tower before, and there were indeed some things inside that were still functioning, but they could not be activated without Iris's secret order.

How could it suddenly start?

Could it be that it sensed the surge of divine power and thus began to fight back on its own?

If that's really the case, then He really doesn't need to worry. Ilister is doing quite well in the Astral Plane. If she attacks those gods...

It's probably the gods who are worried.

Thinking of this, He immediately felt very relieved, keeping an eye on the evolving Gopher Wood Elf while looking into the distance.

……

The Northern Underground.

Inside the mage tower of Illist.

Countless gears and magical runes intertwine and rotate, gradually revealing the cold yet magnificent texture of the magical metal under the azure light.

A voice rang out from inside:

"Divine power detected: light, earth, nature, storm... "

"The Magic Binding Agreement is temporarily cancelled."

"Activating the Magic Colossus Weapon, charging."

"The intended target is... the divine kingdom of the God of Light."

Its voice was as calm as a weapon forged from steel.

Accompanied by the tower spirit's voice, countless shimmering lights suddenly rose from the earthen exterior of the original mage tower, containing the magic of space.

It's as if a hand is holding a paintbrush, drawing these lines in mid-air, gradually forming a circular tower about 100 meters high.

The tower slowly solidified from the semi-illusory light. Before it was completely solidified, it seemed as if it did not exist in this plane, and the sunlight could easily pass through it.

However, once it solidifies completely, it shines even brighter than the sun. Its surface has a special texture belonging to magical metal, and every inch of it flows with an elegant and hazy silver radiance and magical patterns formed by the radiance.

It stood there quietly, with only the surface magic flowing rapidly like a waterfall, and no overflowing magic fluctuations.

Unless one possesses exceptionally strong mental and sensory abilities, they would not even be able to detect its existence.

About ten seconds later, a crystal-clear blue halo gathered from the top of the silver-blue tower, a blue light that seemed to contain the entire world.

The angel Miya, who had been watching from afar, frowned slightly.

"Is it an etheric magic ray?"

The moment His thought arose, the blue halo atop the tower flew directly into the clouds at an unimaginable speed.

One second it was on top of the tower, the next it left a lingering blue trail in the air before disappearing completely into the clouds.

The tower still stands there quietly, as if nothing had ever happened, except for the blue traces in the air.

There were no earth-shattering magical fluctuations, nor any dramatic changes in the weather, which meant that Ilister's magic binding array was already very powerful and would not allow any magic to leak out.

The angel, who was extremely eager to see the Lord of Light suffer a setback, immediately used the power of the ring, his eyes reflecting the clear blue light that was traversing the dimensional crystal wall.

The surface of that beam of blue light was covered with spatial runes, almost warping, and nothing could stop its path forward; it pulsated as if it were alive.

"Warp Rune".

"This seems to have been modified using spatial jumps..."

He recorded some of the magical runes with great interest to fill his database, and also to give them to Kroya to study later.

The clear blue light pierced through the barrier of space in an instant, like an arrow, and pierced straight into the bright kingdom that shimmered with endless holy light, like the sun.

Wherever it touched, the endless, shimmering divine barrier silently melted away, assimilated by the clear blue radiance, and instantly spread out over a vast area.

"...That's really how it is." Miya blinked. "How will the Light Realm react, given the assimilation ability of the Aetheric Realm's magic?"

Because the arrows arrived silently, the assimilation process, though extremely fast, took several minutes to be discovered by the supplicants in the divine kingdom.

They frantically transformed their bodies into liquid holy light, trying to fill the crystal wall that was soaked in clear blue light, like a life-or-death tug-of-war.

Seeing them rushing forward one after another, even Miya couldn't help but sigh: "They have dedicated everything to the gods, but in reality, they are just nourishment for the gods to maintain the stability of their divine kingdom."

There are few clever sheep, but many shepherds.

The sheep pasture is an embrace and a cradle, but also a place of death and eternity.

He said nothing more, but silently watched the chaos in that kingdom of holy light.

After a period of chaos, the rulers of the kingdom finally came to their senses.

The towering figure, still asleep, not only withdrew its magic power reaching towards the main plane as if burned, but also decisively severed a portion of the divine kingdom's crystal wall.

The other gods also seemed to sense this power and withdrew their power as quickly as possible.

The swirling clouds in the sky didn't last more than a few minutes before completely dissipating, as if they had never existed.

The crystal walls, bathed in blue light, resembled raindrops of light falling from the sky, descending from the distant Astral Kingdom and scattering towards the Northern Lands.

From a distance, it looks like fragments of the sky.

……

Star Town.

The Titan golem Iotes silently gazed at the starry sky before him, created by his masters, the Titans who had long since departed into the cosmos.

"Lady Illist's magic."

"It directly penetrated the spatial barrier of outer space."

"...The northern border of the Kingdom of Norland."

He hesitated for a moment but did not choose to stop the falling fragments of the divine kingdom. Instead, he activated the power of the Starry Sky Curtain to cover up the traces of the falling fragments.

As a creation of the Titans, his mission is to maintain the stability of the world below. If those fragments of the divine kingdoms were to be seen, it would surely ignite a war.

Besides... he knew what the North had to offer.

Not to mention Illist behind the mage tower that launched the attack directly.

The mages of the Astral Bards, the Rings of Light, or even the ethereal gods of the Merfolk that might exist there certainly wouldn't want war to break out near their territory.

If those guys all start causing trouble at once, it will definitely lead to a lot of problems, and it will be very difficult to clean up the mess then.

Rather than cleaning up the mess later, it's better to nip it in the bud now.

After completing the concealment work, he activated a certain mechanism.

Soon, they saw the mage Ilister sitting in a gray-black garden, surrounded by three or four tall and imposing knights as her servants.

The mage waved his hand at him: "Has the mage tower been activated? I can sense its log uploads."

"Yes," the Titan golem nodded. "Madam, it attacked the kingdom of the God of Light."

"Oh." The legendary mage casually took a piece of cut fruit from the knight beside him. "That must be the fault of the Light. Help me warn the people of the Holy See."

"If they dare do anything to my mage tower, I'll tear down their church on the ring of stars."

Iotes: "..."

Even though he had anticipated her response, the Titan Golem was still speechless. This way of protecting its own was truly domineering.

This is the kind of revenge only a legendary mage could have; compared to the gods trapped in their divine kingdoms, they are far too free.

However, Iotez didn't have much affection for the followers of the gods either, so he simply nodded: "I will have the Mage Guild put pressure on them."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "There seems to be an interesting mage in the North."

"That's certainly a very interesting young mage," Illist smiled slightly. "I can't wait to see when he leaves the Prime Material Plane. Such a beautiful gem is like an eternal sun shining among the stars!"

"I told the goddess of love, and she also has a noble appreciation for beauty, and she would definitely like this little mage very much."

"..."

"I see."

"Then I'll..."

Iots suddenly felt that all that talking to Ilist was a waste of breath, and was about to exchange a few pleasantries before closing the communication.

But just as he was about to shut it down, he suddenly heard a casual remark from Ilister.

"That young mage was entrusted to my care by someone; he's a very handsome bard."

Upon hearing this, Aiots fell silent.

The adjective "handsome" isn't something we need to worry too much about, but the bard...

The bards in the Astral Plane are all incredibly skilled; after all, they can roam freely and tell legends—they need to be exceptionally capable.

I just don't know which bard it was.

……

"Is it over?"

Miya looked at the sky with boredom. She had wanted the gods to help her, but they had all backed down and run away.

He turned his gaze to the falling blue fragments, as if he had solved a mystery:

"Highly purified Sky Crystal... It seems that the fragments of the Ark were indeed taken by these gods to strengthen their divine kingdoms."

After glancing at the fallen fragments, He looked at the Gopher Wood Elf and saw that the elf was surging with a massive amount of magic.

Then, it gathered up the fragments of the divine kingdom that had fallen from the sky and, using the magic within, flew towards a certain place in the sky.

Miya hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to follow, when a magical chain rose up beside her and landed directly next to her.

A consciousness emanated from within, extending an invitation to the tower spirit above His head: "Come, my brother."

That was the spirit of the Illist Mage Tower. It was really lonely. It hadn't had enough of bombing the divine kingdom just now, so it wanted to meet this little spirit.

The shark spirit sensed magical fluctuations inside that seemed very similar to its own, but it was still a little afraid to go over, so it simply hid inside the angel's hair.

It cautiously poked its head out, looking at the chains with a hint of anticipation but not daring to speak.

Fortunately, there is a reliable angel here.

"You are Ilister's tower spirit, aren't you?" Mia said to the chains. "It will keep its appointment, but it needs to see its master first."

"..." The chains nodded, seemingly disappointed. "Then I'll wait for it to arrive."

After saying that, the chain retracted and disappeared instantly. Even Miya had to concentrate to notice its presence.

Is this what loneliness is?

Having noted down the location of the Illist Mage Tower, Miya instructed her apprentices, "Keep a close eye on these elves and coconut trees. I'm going to see your teacher."

After saying this, He led the Tower Spirit to catch up with the Gopher Wood Elf who had already arrived at the floating island, and found Kroa sleeping deep inside the island, surrounded by Rainbow Grass.

Five years have passed, and this place has long been covered by the power of the Rainbow Grass Angel. Even the air shimmers with seven-colored light, and the concept of space has been distorted.

Kroya slept amidst a rainbow of light, nestled on a comfortable cushion of sea-drenched bioluminescent algae and rainbow grass. Her entire being radiated light, which filtered through the rainbow-colored light shield and spread throughout the floating island.

This already beautiful and pristine island is now even more breathtakingly beautiful—

Colorful flowers spread across the entire island on the lush green grass, their vibrant colors vying for attention, filling the air with the fresh scents of earth, grass, and flowers.

It is refreshing to both the eyes and the nose, as if just taking a breath can make fatigue recede like the tide.

Even Miya couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling the magic of life that thrived and grew freely under the sun.

He had to admit that if Kroya continued to sleep here for several more centuries, the magic field emanating from Kroya and the Rainbow Grass alone would absolutely transform this floating island into a spectacle formed by the sun and nature.

No, the fact that it's here is already a spectacle!

"It's truly enviable. The power of the Primordial Poem is terrifying. No wonder it was used to destroy the world..."

The more you understand something, the faster you can destroy it.

The angel, who was murmuring to himself, revealed the greatest secret, but unfortunately, Kroya, in his dream, didn't hear it at all.

After the Gopher Wood Elf arrived, she carefully carried the fragments of the divine kingdom towards Kroya. As she approached, the fragments of the divine kingdom gradually disappeared in the seven-colored light.

"Um?"

Miya was slightly taken aback, feeling a little uneasy, and tried to step forward.

But the iridescent light solidified, gently yet firmly halting His progress. The fragments belonging to the divine kingdom were assimilated by the halo emanating from the rainbow grass, but the essence of the divine kingdom would not change.

In other words...

A small divine kingdom is forming here!

The Rainbow Grass Angel and the Gopher Wood Elf actually want to build a divine kingdom for Kroya so he can sleep peacefully!

Seeing that his guess was correct, He became anxious and hurriedly cried out, "You can't sleep anymore! Lucky friend!"

If Kroya continues to sleep like this, he may very well create a special space around him that resembles a divine kingdom, where he would be almost a "god".

But getting out would be very troublesome.

At this moment, Cloa, who was in a dream, was having a beautiful dream that was hard to describe.

Simply put, it means sleeping amidst a seven-colored glow.

Yes, dreaming within a dream.

Completely relax, carefree and without worries.

There was nothing to worry about or care about; all he needed to do was enjoy his sweet dreams. As a result, he had been sleeping for five years without waking up naturally.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt someone calling him from outside. It was a very familiar voice, a voice that was very important to him.

So he wanted to wake up.

However, once he wakes up, he can no longer continue this beautiful dream. Even though he knows he will wake up, he is still reluctant to let go of this dream.

He began to frown.

He was half asleep, but he still remembered his best ability, the Astral Spirit Imprint Technique.

Is it possible to preserve this beautiful dream?

He thought it, and so he did it—he grabbed the Rainbow Angel, the little angel's face full of excitement.

Then he imprinted a magic mark on the Rainbow Grass Angel.

That was… learned from the angels five years ago, a spatial folding technique belonging to the Ark, combined with the mental magic of dream creation.

As he continued to inscribe, the seven-colored light curtain that was originally meant to form a "divine kingdom" seemed to be kneaded and compressed by a large hand, and then gradually formed a small, round "sun".

The core of it is a dreamscape composed of Kroya's beautiful dream that she is unwilling to give up, while the outside consists of the divine kingdom crystal wall that fell from the divine kingdom of the God of Light and the space folding technique of the Ark.

Its outer layer radiates the golden glow of the sun, while its core is a mesmerizing, colorful dreamscape, as if two completely unrelated things have been merged together.

The angel watching from the side was greatly surprised.

It's important to know that the realm of the gods is quite extravagant. Even though it's just a tiny fragment, when converted into land area, it's at least tens of thousands of hectares.

So much space was compressed into a small sphere, which was only possible through the combined magic power that Kroa had accumulated over the past five years, as well as the full cooperation of Rainbow Grass and Gopher Wood Elf.

When Kroya finished imprinting, the small ball of light landed on the chest of the Rainbow Grass Angel, continuously radiating light.

After being asleep for five years, he finally sat up.

The magic erupted instantly, but before it could spread even a meter, it was gently pressed down by a slender hand, turning into a gentle breeze that stirred the grass and flowers.

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