Magic High School.

That seal is... domain!

She unfolds a second domain within her domain, but the suppression of her domain is...

Forced, both sides lose their psionic powers and Noble Phantasms!

In that instant, the outcome of the battle was decided!

The imagined collapse crashed to the ground, and the entire city seemed to collapse and disintegrate in an instant, transforming into endless forms of the purest spiritual particles.

Chapter 224 Watchmen and Prisoners

What will our future look like?

They'll probably live a more exciting life than anyone else.

“Yeah, we’ll live a more exciting life than anyone else. After all, we’re a hero team with a 100% mission success rate. Since graduation, we’ve solved five illegal colonies, killed two demon kings who wanted to destroy the world, and successfully saved a world from a demon invasion,” his friend said, patting him on the shoulder.

Slarlo smiled, and then a blonde girl took his arm and said, "We're going on the next journey together."

Yes, on their next journey, they will not only be completing a mission, but also saving the world and embarking on their own adventure and exploration.

Just like the school's slogan says, you can see different worlds and civilizations, meet people from all walks of life, and become friends with anyone.

They are the academy's planetary observer team, and also their own hero team.

Towards the unknown stars and otherworldly realms!

This is their mission, and this is their journey.

This journey, which seemed to have no end, appears to have come to a close...

……

He was a man sitting alone on the golden throne, the man who ultimately passed on this responsibility to them...

The memory became clearer and clearer in his mind. It was the last memory he had sealed away: a request made to them by a man who called himself the "Golden Emperor".

"Sealed, the four evil gods who bred..."

That was their team's last mission after they had made a name for themselves.

There, they met a man whose body had become one with the planet.

He had become so corrupt that he was no longer recognizable as a human being, as if he had completely withered away, yet he still sat on the golden throne, clad in that golden armor.

"You've finally arrived..." he said, as if finally relieved. "I've finally waited for you..."

That's what the golden man said.

And so, the hero squad heard a story, the story of this golden emperor.

He was born into a world where people fought each other to amuse the gods, but one day, a savior from beyond the heavens killed the gods who were amusing them, overthrew the oppression of this world, and gave them a future and blueprint they had never imagined before.

That day marked the day they were completely freed from the control of the gods and were able to live openly and honestly as human beings.

However, a problem was soon discovered. Because of the death of the gods, perhaps the loss of the concept of gods, all of them lost the ability to reproduce. As expected, a hundred years later, their civilization would fail and be completely destroyed on this planet.

Finally, the savior came up with a desperate solution: he pulled four gods from the warp, each representing "courage, life, wisdom, and love," and endowed them with the ability to "procreate."

And by completely sealing them within the world, leaving only the slightest leak, they could both possess the ability to reproduce and thrive without being oppressed by the gods.

God and man are completely separated, with only a tiny crack allowing that sliver of the power of procreation to leak out.

But here, there needs to be a watchman.

He both monitored the four procreation gods and essentially guarded the crack that allowed them to reproduce normally for generations to come.

And he is the guardian of this place.

This is essentially a temporary solution, similar to how the savior came up with a way to plug a hole in the hull of a ship.

If future generations have the opportunity, they will be able to find a way to completely solve this problem.

Time passed, and the world changed. However, their descendants were incompetent. Countless years later, even their civilization gradually disappeared, and the remaining people left and merged into other worlds.

However, this problem remains unresolved.

And he, the Golden Emperor, remains here forever…

He kept his promise to the savior, forever guarding this fissure, waiting for someone to solve the problem, and waiting... for his own liberation.

Finally, he waited.

The savior of the past has passed away, but he and his friends have founded a school.

And finally, he met the descendants of that school.

"However, it was our incompetence that ultimately prevented me from protecting this place. On that day, an organization called the 'Cult of Order' came. They wanted to make the four progenitor gods their subordinate gods, to share the power of order, and thus escape this prison and spread their faith throughout countless worlds..." The Golden Emperor slowly finished telling this story.

"I'm sorry, I was too useless. I couldn't protect this place, I couldn't protect the four gods of procreation... In the end, they left, but the seal that savior once placed on them continues..."

"So, could you please help me seal them back in? Or perhaps, kill them..."

That day, the man, who was as withered as a skeleton but still as golden as gold, spoke.

They didn't know how long he had lived; it seemed he had far exceeded the lifespan limit set by the God of Order. Had he lived here for tens of thousands of years? Or hundreds of thousands of years?

I don't know, anyway, he's lost his sense of time.

Or perhaps he died long ago, and what remains here is merely a lingering spirit clinging to this obsession.

At that moment, the hero squad fell silent. They saw this undead who seemed to have some connection to their school; according to him, he was even a friend of the first principal.

He kept waiting, waiting for the people from the school to find this place and find him, the prisoner.

In those skeletal pupils, they saw only a soul yearning for liberation, worn down by the passage of time.

“We’ll help you get it done,” Slarlo said.

"Thanks……"

On that day, they saw the old man, clad in golden armor yet withered and frail, who, after receiving this promise, needed no further constraints or commitments; just this one sentence was enough.

He believed in the magic high school, just as he had once believed in the savior who had helped them escape the torment of the gods.

The Golden Emperor firmly believed that the student of that savior must be just like him.

Then, the golden armor and the golden throne turned to ashes, vanishing without a trace, leaving only four rings that represented the seal.

At this moment, this heavy responsibility, these four rings, were passed on to them.

Find the four spawning gods and try to kill them or seal them away.

This was their mission, and also their final mission.

Guided by the four rings, they gradually found the location of the four fertility gods. However, this time, they never expected that these four fertility gods had completely stolen the power of order and were gradually growing stronger by relying on it.

"Can we wage war against the Cult of Order on our own?"

"Should we give up on this mission?" someone suggested.

That day seemed to be the day the team fell apart. Someone said, "If you want to give up, then I will leave this team. I will fulfill this promise, fulfill that man's promise..."

He took the ring and left, and they were never seen again.

That day, Slarlo also took a ring and said, "Then I'll withdraw too. From now on, I'll be a free person with no connection to the school. Even if I clash with the Cult of Order, it won't involve the school, right?"

That day also marked the end of his relationship with his girlfriend, and the day they never saw each other again.

He found the location of this evil god, the home of a race called the Water Elementals.

The goddess seemed to have only recently regained her powers and didn't yet know how to use them, but she could gradually restore her strength through faith.

They are worshipped by the Church of Order, but obviously they will not receive open worship. After all, the Church of Order is a standard monotheistic organization. So what they need to do is expand their followers, and after restoring their power, they can enter the Church of Order as subordinate gods.

They even need to hide from the true God of Order before they can completely seize the authority of order.

This water elemental tribe, unable to reproduce and reliant on the natural ocean for survival, became her first missionary site.

Thus, the Morphlings separated from the Water Elementals and gradually developed a completely new civilization and way of life.

But for Slarlo, he suddenly realized and understood why, in that ancient era, the headmaster had also left behind these evil gods representing fertility.

Because reproduction and inheritance are the most important steps in civilization!

"Am I going to strangle the future of another race that is striving for civilization and its inheritance?" At that moment, he fell silent, his resentment at leaving the team driven by a desire to fulfill his promise to the old man who had been watching over them for who knows how long.

He witnessed firsthand how a group of beings who could not survive without the ability to reproduce learned to pass on their heritage and to be civilized for the first time. It was not a bewitched illusion, but the joy and future of a nearly extinct race that it had for the first time with offspring.

He cannot kill the future of a race.

And it was here that he met that girl.

“My name is Lilith, and I am a morph elf,” the girl said.

He stroked the ring, and then he understood.

Since the Golden Emperor was able to seal and watch over these evil gods for an unknown period of time, he could do the same!

"It's definitely possible, easily!" This was his promise to the deceased.

He stroked the ring, using the seal left by the first headmaster to completely seal her within this small fishing village, ensuring that this evil god would never be reborn. As long as he was alive, she would be forever sealed here, unable to be exposed to the gaze of the true god of order. This goddess of love and beauty would become his prisoner.

As long as she, the warden, lived, she could not escape! There was nowhere to run!

What happens when your lifespan is about to end? Then transform yourself into a mutant sprite!

What if Morphling's lifespan is also running out?

Then I will possess the next generation and take a part of their bodies!

I'm sorry, this is all I can do, but I won't hurt you. I will let you reincarnate and then send you away from this cage...

Generation after generation, until someone can take my place, or perhaps...

My death.

He had forgotten his own name. Slaro was the name of the previous child he had possessed.

my name?

He forgot, forgot his own name, how long ago, he couldn't remember, and he forgot what Lilith looked like too.

All he knew was that he had to fulfill his promise: to protect the future of the Morphlings and to imprison the goddess forever!

Until the very end of life!