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

Chapter 341. The Light Shot Towards the Divine Kingdom, A Divine Kingdom with an Off-Style Artwork

In the small gray dimension.

Kroya's expression instantly turned grim—the world before him was filled with pitch-black flames and poisonous clouds, already at the legendary level of poisonous fire.

If we could capture a legendary character and drop them in here, I doubt they'd last long.

"Are the assessments for the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce really that difficult?"

He couldn't help but complain.

This should be the first time he has been completely helpless. The magic here is so chaotic that it is impossible to sort out. Even the chapters of "The Rainbow Poem" cannot affect those flames containing potent poison.

If this were his own world, he could slowly transplant the demonic plants, using the vibrant power of nature to wear down the destructive fire and poison.

But this is just a basic assessment task—if plane engineers are only given tasks like this, how much should they charge? Don't those legendary mages care about time?

And who would hire a dimensional engineer to repair such a virtually worthless dimensional world? Could they even recoup their investment?

He felt something was very wrong. Given the nature of the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce, they shouldn't do anything that would actually lose money; profit-seeking is ingrained in the bones of businessmen.

"There must be something here that would excite the Holy Spring Merchant Guild."

With that in mind, Kroya began to search earnestly for anything that might exist here, looking through the terrifying poisonous fire that reached the earth's core and the chaotic force fields, but after searching for a long time, he still found nothing.

He has a lot on his plate, and he can't just stay here forever.

"No wonder it can be used as an assessment for dimensional engineers; it really is troublesome."

Helpless, he could only leave a few magical instruments for exploration here and wait for them to clarify the magical readings before making any further plans.

"Sigh, I was originally planning to resolve these issues in one go."

"never mind."

Kroya sighed helplessly and prepared to set up the magic circle that Eurydice needed. He wondered when this guy was planning to fire a shot at the divine kingdom of light and earth.

He was actually a little excited.

……

While Kroya was busy preparing the magic circle to bind the magic power of the gods.

Deep within the spatial rifts beneath the northern lands.

Within the misty, stormy space, a stone tower of about thirteen stories stood silently, pressing down on a clear blue crack.

Its appearance is unremarkable, but the fact that it can stay deep in space shows that it is very special.

Because it is the mage tower of the legendary mage Ilister Liberl Orpheus, it has stood here for hundreds of years following the instructions of prophecy.

For hundreds of years, it has been drawing upon an ethereal vent here, transforming its endless pure magic into its own reserves to nourish the magic runes and weapons inside the mage tower.

Illist can intervene in the situation on the Zemurian continent at any time through this mage tower.

Inside the Mage Tower at this moment.

Eurydice smiled nostalgically and said, "Brother, you've been here for so long. Are you happy to finally return to the Astral Plane and see our teacher?"

Opposite him was a young man who looked somewhat similar to him, but with a scholarly air. However, this young man had many racial characteristics—he had long elven ears, a pair of dragon horns that could be vaguely seen on his forehead through his long hair, fleshy wings like bats behind him, and a long, powerful whip tail belonging to a demon.

These are all characteristics of the best among the various races, yet they are all concentrated in him. Most importantly, he actually has life and a heartbeat, and is not just a simple golem puppet.

"very good."

"My younger brother."

The man replied, "A lively little creature often comes to chat and play with me; it possesses a freedom I've never had."

Eurydice blinked. "You want to leave here."

This is not a question but a statement. When Eurydice first entered the profession, it was this mage tower that took care of him, so he certainly knew what his "brother" was thinking.

The man's expression remained unchanged: "Can you imagine that someone would actually grant the Tower Spirit absolute access?"

The entire northern region above us, and all the places his influence can reach, are within the Tower Spirit's sphere of influence.

He even modified the magic rune array for the tower spirit, allowing it to materialize anywhere, feeling the breeze and the warmth of the sun.

His tone remained calm, yet there was an undisguised envy in it.

Admittedly, this mage tower contains many ecological gardens and miniature planes, and even possesses powerful forces capable of bombarding the divine kingdoms of gods, but he has stayed here for hundreds of years and even thousands of years before that.

For a tower spirit, it can even clearly remember the gaps between every brick and stone, the veins of every blade of grass and tree, and the melody of every gust of wind...

This mage tower, which is sought after by countless people, is like an old body that has long been decayed and can no longer move, eroding its spirituality and wisdom, leaving only the precise operating rules like gears.

Eurydice's smile remained steady.

He sighed softly: "This mage tower is your 'bottle,' and you are the 'person' inside it. Unless this alchemical experiment succeeds, you cannot leave this bottle."

The tower spirit certainly knew—or rather, it always knew—but just like humans, even if it knew, it couldn't accept it with absolute composure.

Emotions are the best gift that the great Creator has given to mankind. He is receiving this gift and will also experience the sting it brings.

He lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "You want me to activate the God-Destroying Particle Cannon? You don't have the absolute authority granted by the master."

"But I have this."

Eurydice casually took out a branch imbued with moonlight: "My merfolk friend is very generous. When Eurydice sent Dantalian away, he gave her a derivative of the Azure Tree."

They are the strongest on the path of cultivating "bottle-in-a-bottle," capable of even creating phantom treasures, let alone you.

The mage stared directly at the tower spirit, who bore a striking resemblance to him: "You'll definitely help me, won't you?"

"..."

His response was the gradually brightening magic runes around him and a cold, mechanical voice: "Preheating the God-Destroying Particle Cannon. Please enter the target unit, please enter the maximum power, please enter..."

Eurydice immediately smiled with satisfaction.

The most important thing he learned in the Astral Plane was the exchange of benefits. In that cold yet scorching sea of ​​stars, nothing was as stable as benefits.

If the tower spirit didn't have a personality, he would be helpless, but with humanity, the problem becomes much easier to solve.

His teacher will be very happy.

……

As Kroya prepared materials on the top floor of his mage tower, he gazed into the distance. On the only undeveloped grassland in the North, a large cannon slowly raised its muzzle, aiming at the sky.

The muzzle of the cannon was accumulating an almost terrifying amount of energy.

That energy was filled with an aura of destruction. Even just a tiny bit of it would cause all the surrounding flowers and plants to wither, and no life could survive inside.

Even the symphony that Kroya cast over the entire Northern Territory was slightly affected, but only slightly. If he were to activate the symphony at full power, it wouldn't be difficult for him to suppress it.

After all, this mage tower was on his territory. Even though he had a good relationship with the Orpheus family and Iris, he still had to be careful.

This is the vigilance of a monk, and it is essential.

He watched as energy gathered at the cannon muzzle, watched as magical runes bloomed around it, like budding daffodils, until the energy was fully charged—

Without a sound, a beam of light shot into the sky.

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Everything it passed through was destroyed, even the concept of space itself ceased to exist. In an instant, it traversed an infinitely vast distance and shot into the crystal wall of the divine kingdom of the Earth Mother and the Father of Light.

On a sudden inspiration, Kroya silently injected a small amount of eternal magic into it. The golden magic was so thin that it was almost invisible, yet it could not be devoured by anything. It stubbornly rushed into the crystal wall of the two gods' divine kingdoms along with the magic of the God-Destroying Particle Cannon.

With its and the constellation flower's survey, Kroa was able to clearly see the changes taking place in the divine realms of the two gods—the indestructible crystal walls were slowly dissolving.

"Oh, so it can dissociate space."

"It is said that the crystal wall of a god's divine realm is the most solid thing in the world, but it is still subject to the laws of space. Breaking these laws will..."

"Huh? Ah?"

Kroya blinked and suddenly felt his eternal magic enter the kingdom of the God of Light through the crack. He saw a majestic city surrounded by walls without bricks or stones.

The city was filled with pure white buildings, where all the Holy Spirits and supplicants lived happily and joyfully, free from disease, hunger, pain, and even death...

The holy light was so bright it almost blinded Kroa.

"This is outrageous. The so-called divine kingdom of the gods is just what the believers want, right?" He rubbed his eyes and complained, "If the believers can have whatever they want, then what is the god's job?"

This divine kingdom is exactly the same as the one described in the scriptures of the Holy See.

Kroya thought about the possibility of his territory being transformed into something like this one day, and a chill ran down his spine—the imagination of mortals is ultimately limited; could you imagine that there were even restrooms in a divine kingdom?

The worshippers even had to go to the toilet and wash up every day, and even used the "farmyard manure" to irrigate the fields.

"Huh?" When Kroya saw this, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Was this still the Kingdom of Gods? Even here, the collection of farmyard manure was fully automated.

He wasn't very concerned about the initiators who were defending the divine kingdom's crystal wall because it was under attack; instead, he was very concerned about what exactly this "farmyard manure" was meant to irrigate.

So he simply controlled this well-hidden wisp of eternal magic to wriggle towards the fields in this city of light, like a golden worm, and soon arrived at the fields.

What appeared in Kroa's view was... a field of wheat.

The wheat was short, only one or two centimeters tall at most, but the ears of wheat were heavy, almost touching the ground, and very plump.

Its straw is a dark green, and its ears of wheat are a pure blue-white.

It's like the earth supporting the pure sky.

Kroya observed them through his eternal magic and murmured to himself, "These seem to be magical plants that have appeared in the scriptures of the Holy See of Light. Legend has it that they grew from the parched earth when the first saint was hungry."

"I used to think it was just a legend, I never imagined it actually existed?"

He suddenly realized something very important—the gods in the divine kingdom have a certain ability to "create," and a god of faith like the Father of Light is probably greatly influenced by his believers.

Is it possible that the strange magical plants that appeared in the "Original Text of Light" also exist in the divine kingdom of the Father of Light?

"I want to see."

He carefully controlled the eternal magic to crawl deeper into the field, and after crossing the wheat field, he came to a forest, a forest of trees with scale-like leaves.

It grows in barren land filled with ice and snow, yet it is exceptionally tall, radiating visible white ripples, with a resilient and graceful appearance.

"Cedar tree".

"Tsk, so this kind of thing exists too."

"The Book of Light records that this sacred wood is the best material for building temples, full of vitality."

"If I could get my hands on this kind of tree, I could definitely build a sunflower temple. What a pity."

Kroya's envy grew. He took a deep breath and continued forward, passing through a dense forest of cedar trees, until a lush vineyard came into view.

The grapevines were laden with countless bunches of grapes, almost every bunch containing hundreds of grapes, and their color was a pure, holy blood red, completely devoid of any bloody feel, and extremely sacred.

"The grapevines are God's children, the grapes are the fruit of life, and the juice of the grapes is God's blood. To enter heaven, one must first work in the vineyard..."

He recited the legends of the Church of Light, and saw countless Holy Spirits and supplicants toiling in this vast vineyard, seemingly tireless, working every moment.

Just as the legend says, these grapes truly contain the blood of the gods, and even through the eternal magic, he could feel the abundant divine power within them.

Divine blood! And it's the divine blood of the Father of Light! This is a god whose divine power is widely recognized.

Those plump, blood-red grapes seemed to be tempting him.

"Divine Blood Potion, Miracle Potion, Prayer Potion..." He quickly ran through the formulas for potions that required divine blood in his mind.

Faced with this temptation, Chloe was deeply moved. He immediately went to find Mia, shared these images and information with her, and sincerely pleaded:

"Help me, Mr. Shining Ring!"

Miya was completely bewildered. "Wait a minute! How did you manage to sneak into the divine realm without being discovered?"

(End of this chapter)