A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 592 Let the Facts Speak

About three minutes later, the portal in the sky sent another batch of wedge-shaped devices, which were embedded in the white ice field, like heavy monuments, giving this wound in the real world a mysterious atmosphere and a mending patch.

The dwarven army arrived from a short distance, raising their homemade, rough-barreled muskets and pulling the triggers at the monsters. The mages, naturally unable to cast spells under the influence of their domain, were best off having the dwarves finish the job.

At this point, the cracks at the original site of the Tower of First Flame were temporarily suppressed.

The dwarves' involvement in disaster relief was unexpected, but perfectly logical, given that the magic tower is located in the northern border region where the Empire and the Dwarven Confederation meet.

If left unchecked, the disaster stemming from this breach will inevitably befall the Confederation, which has already endured years of civil war.

"Don't go any deeper." The leader of the Tower of Time thanked the dwarf troops while stopping them from advancing into the corrupted zone.

It was obvious that these monsters, belonging to the Mother Goddess, were not only aggressive but also carried a great deal of filth. Now they lay scattered on the moss, along with the animal remains that had fallen with them, emitting a nauseating stench.

The chief of the Tower of Time judged, "This area must be teeming with pathogens. Anyone who has been near or had contact with the monsters should be disinfected and protected. Leave a team with the dwarves to monitor the situation."

After sensing the environment for a while, the master realized that it was not just a simple case of the surface tundra being contaminated. He instructed the accompanying mage, "Don't just focus on the surface. Ask the dwarven reinforcements to assist us in carefully digging underground to check the deeper levels of contamination."

The treatment and control of this crack is not yet complete; it can only be said that things have been initially stabilized.

On the other side, a different story is unfolding.

Through teleportation, foreign ministers and even heads of state from the capital, Valuvana, and other countries were "voluntarily" invited by the magic guild to the edge of Upfield. They were gathered on a high ground and each received a fine telescope.

The guild wants everyone to see for themselves the threat posed by the Mother Goddess.

Feuerbach explained, "This is the legacy of Opfer. It's a pity that this city has repeated Oward's mistakes, or even worse."

"As you can see, that area is no longer continuous; our world has cracks, and the deep, dark gaps are windows through which Mother Earth and her servants maliciously spy on us."

"Why don't you block it?" the Empire's foreign minister asked.

"We'll control it, but the effect remains to be seen." Feuerbach shook his head. "Many people are certainly interested in what happened at Oward. That's one of the reasons we invited you all here—to recreate the role the Magic Guild played in similar events."

Everyone present felt a sense of unease: "What does this mean?"

"Please wait a moment, everyone, put on your goggles." The master raised his hand, and several pairs of obsidian glasses floated in front of the guests, urging them to put them on.

Soon after, a faint trail appeared in the sky, indicating that something was rapidly approaching the Oppfel ruins.

Rorschach disliked this feeling. He needed to carefully craft his clone and patiently modify it to ensure that the energy contained within could be properly activated and that the [Microscopic Decomposition Technique] could trigger a chain reaction of fission.

And his soul must leave at the last moment. The slightest mishap—leaving too early, and the clone won't be properly "detonated"; leaving too late and failing to escape, and his own spirit will also be blown up. He doesn't yet know what effect the transmutation dust version of the nuclear explosion will have on his soul.

Last time he was well-prepared, but this time it was more rushed. As Rorschach fell, he thought: Should I make a few more "humanoid nuclear bombs" to keep on hand from now on?

The Senate suddenly came up with the idea of ​​inviting all parties to "observe the cleanup work."

Now he is about to present his first program.

Landing, soul returns, [Microscopic Decomposition Technique] activated.

A colorful and beautiful mushroom cloud rose.

"God knows what they're up to." "When are you going to allow alcohol imports?"

The diplomats and politicians, who were chatting idly to pass the time, suddenly froze as they saw the fireball soaring into the sky and the clouds carrying dust.

The sky and earth changed color. Even with sunglasses blocking their view, they could still see and feel the extreme heat and the ferocity of the energy release in an instant. Countless monsters fled out of the city, but it took less than a second from when they came into view to when they were swallowed up by the expanding wall of fire.

After the light came the sound, like a howling wind, which hurt the ears of the members of the observation group.

Just as the third wave of deadly rays was about to sweep across, a mellow blue barrier enveloped the people on the mountaintop, and Rorschach, who had returned to fill in, appeared there.

"Master Feuerbach needs to prepare for the upcoming magic, and now I, the mage Rorschach, will introduce you gentlemen."

"What was that just now?" The Valois diplomat's thick chin trembled.

"An extreme explosion, arguably more powerful than all the explosives used during the war combined—oh, not counting those in Oward. The spellcaster is none other than myself." He explained the brief spectacle to everyone with the ease of a tour guide.

The way the members of the observation group looked at Rorschach changed immediately. They had originally thought he was just Feuerbach's apprentice and mouthpiece.

Furthermore, the gentleman, who possessed sufficient intelligence, successfully established a connection between the young man before him and "Byrne's mastermind."

"This is only the first step in cleaning up the pollution. Since the reality here has been shattered, the land will need to be restored by magic under the guidance of Master Feuerbach. The process will be lengthy, and you will only see the initial setup."

"At that time, we will suppress the Mother Goddess's corruption in this area."

"Suppression? Your magic is already so powerful, yet you still can't completely eliminate the threat of the evil god?" For ordinary people, they cannot imagine what it means for the "real world" to shatter.

"Yes, we must prepare for the worst. Similar incidents will occur again, and they may even be more serious. We urgently need the help of all countries and to maintain a unified attitude towards the threat to Mother Earth."

"Not long ago, the Dwarven Confederation and the Guilds worked together to suppress a source of contamination at the border between the Empire and the Confederation. Unfortunately, the Tower of First Flame was destroyed in the process."

The revelation of this secret kept everyone present completely stunned.

"I will relay the guild's request to His Majesty." "The committee will receive my detailed report and hopes the guild can provide more information." "Has a deity truly awakened? Why, of all people, an evil god?" "Could we contact the church?"

For a moment, these highly respected gentlemen vied to express their opinions and demand that Rorschach answer their questions, much like the reporters they hated most.

After calming everyone down, Rorschach answered each question in turn, but without going into too much detail.

"You will soon know the consequences of the Mother Goddess's power leaking out; in fact, all living beings will face the same fate. Therefore, the Arcane Senate sincerely hopes that you, the organizations and nations you represent, will shoulder this historical mission."

(End of this chapter)