Chapter 22: The Black Dragon Witch (Please keep reading, please add to favorites, and please recommend!)

Chapter 22

When the topic of the White Heart Tower Master's imminent return arose, the eyes of Wizard Drey and another wizard both froze instantly.

After all, that was a great wizard on the same level as their Furnace Lord.

And speaking of the White Heart Tower Master, the two wizards naturally thought of their own Furnace Lord, that great existence who had reached the level of a Level 4 Wizard.

Whether black wizards or white wizards, only those who had reached the level of a Level 3 Wizard or above possessed sufficient ability to construct massive facilities like the Furnace or establish high towers.

In multiple directions of the Furnace, various armies had finished assembling, each led by numerous formal wizards.

"Prepare, move out!"

With the issuance of the command, the wizards in the ranks began to organize their formations, preparing to depart.

Just then, suddenly, an elegant and beautiful, slender black dragon appeared at the very top of the Furnace.

The dragon's body was massive; its wings stirred up violent storms as they flapped, and its black scales shimmered with a cold light under the sun, looking like a black meteor.

And sitting atop this black dragon was an elegant and graceful witch.

Her robes fluttered in the wind, and as the black dragon flew, her figure appeared light and mysterious, as untouchable as the stars in the sky.

With the appearance of the black dragon, all the wizards knew

This war had finally begun!

As the Furnace army mobilized, the atmosphere throughout the entire Furnace became increasingly hollow. Many wizard apprentices and staff members were transferred to the front lines, and the bustling scene of the entire Furnace almost vanished entirely.

The once bustling streets and halls instantly became desolate and quiet.

Except for departments like the Potion Department, where the number of apprentices responsible for logistics remained relatively sufficient, all other departments left only the minimum number of people required to maintain normal operations.

The living quarters, usually teeming with people, also became lonely; occasionally, a few people would hurry past, appearing exceptionally solitary.

The streets were even more sparsely populated, with pedestrians so few they could be counted on one hand.

All wizards and apprentices were preparing for the upcoming battle; even the daily clamor was suppressed by the atmosphere of war.

However, the changes in the Furnace had almost no direct connection to Lynn's life.

Although the Furnace army had been mobilized and the clouds of war hung over the entire Furnace, Lynn's sphere of life remained limited to the Potion Garden.

For him, the changes in the outside world would not immediately affect his daily routine.

Of course, as the war drew closer, the workload in the Potion Garden increased significantly.

Those frontline wizards and apprentices were being sent to the battlefield, and the wizards and apprentices left behind would no longer be as idle as usual.

The daily tasks for new apprentices like Lynn and Remy became much heavier; they not only had to organize various potions but also categorize and package them for shipment to the front lines.

These potions and resources were all part of the logistical supplies and were crucial to the combat.

Lynn and his companions' working hours increased from the original ten hours to anywhere between fourteen and eighteen hours.

Although wizard apprentices could replenish their mental strength through meditation and could completely forgo sleep in the short term...

There were still physical limits. Especially for an apprentice like Remy, who had not yet reached the level of a Level 1 Wizard Apprentice, he nearly collapsed from exhaustion after several days of high-intensity work.

To solve this problem, Remy scraped everything together; not only did he borrow some points for himself, but he also borrowed some from Lynn to buy precious potions from the shop...

Ultimately, only by incurring a debt was he able to barely break through and reach the level of a Level 1 Wizard Apprentice.

By using meditation to strengthen his mental strength, he was only just able to barely endure this period of high-intensity work.

However, although Lynn had improved his mental strength through meditation, due to the increase in working hours, his time for meditation and studying sorcery became extremely limited.

Although his talent allowed him to continue making progress, the speed of improvement was far slower than before.

Originally, he could spend several hours every day studying sorcery and exploring its profundity.

Now, he could only squeeze out fragmented bits of time to occasionally meditate for a moment, forcing the progress of his sorcery studies to slow down.

Despite this, Lynn was not impatient.

Every day's accumulation, no matter how slow, was still an improvement.

He knew clearly that both his sorcery and mental strength would gradually become stronger.

It could be said that the sense of happiness provided by his progress bar, which allowed him to improve at every moment, naturally prevented him from becoming slack.

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The Furnace army had completely surrounded the Bitter Heart Sect, and powerful magical light shields enveloped the sect's castle clusters.

At this moment, the wizards inside the castles were desperately reinforcing the light shields, maintaining this final line of defense.

The powerful wizards in robes used their mental strength to their utmost to support the shields, while wizard apprentices busily took precious magic stones from the sect's treasury to add to the light shields, strengthening the defense at all costs.

However, outside the Bitter Heart Sect, the Furnace army had long since prepared its offensive.

Various powerful energy factors continuously erupted, and the roar of sorcery echoed in all directions; frequent magical collisions tore the energy in the air into fragments.

Among them, one massive magical weapon was particularly eye-catching—a sorcery device similar to a cannon.

At this moment, several wizard apprentices were working hard to lift a blood-colored crystal into the cannon barrel.

When a blood crystal was thrown into the cannon, the massive magical device would emit a roar, and a beam of blood-colored light would shoot toward the Bitter Heart Sect's light shield like a meteor.

Rumble!

Deafening explosions echoed across the entire battlefield. The Bitter Heart Sect's light shield shook violently, appearing to be on the verge of collapse, but it still stubbornly maintained itself without completely shattering.

"The Bitter Heart Sect truly lives up to its reputation as a force with a Level 3 Wizard presiding; it is indeed difficult to attack," Wizard Drey said coldly, standing beside the cannon with eyes as sharp as blades.

"Add another blood crystal. They say a cannon blast is worth ten thousand magic stones, but since the Bitter Heart Sect is at least a Level 3 power, it shouldn't be too much of a loss."

The Black Snake Wizard, whose right hand had been replaced by a dark little snake, let out a cold laugh, his snake tongue flickering slightly in the air.

Following the instructions of the two wizards, the apprentices brought over an even larger blood-colored crystal and threw it into the cannon barrel without hesitation.

The cannon roared once more, and the blood-colored light surged out like a torrent, slamming heavily into the Bitter Heart Sect's light shield.

Boom!

With this violent impact, the Bitter Heart Sect's light shield finally could not withstand the pressure. After intense fluctuations, the light shield shattered completely, its fragments flying in all directions.

The moment the formation broke, the long-range sorcery confrontation ended, and the true meaning of the battle had only just begun.

Next, the wizards and wizard apprentices would enter a life-and-death struggle at close range.

Within the Furnace army, twenty to thirty powerful wizards, including Wizard Drey and the Black Snake Wizard, soared into the air, quickly flying through the sky to prepare to meet the incoming surprise attack from the Bitter Heart Sect wizards.

In the sky, lights flashed and magical fluctuations raged; the battle between the two sides of wizards was about to erupt.

At the same time, the wizard apprentices on the ground were not to be outdone, rushing toward the battlefield one after another to join this life-and-death struggle.

Lynn's enemy was standing right there on this battlefield—Riley Robert, he was actually here!

Riley's expression was cold, his eyes filled with killing intent.

His robes had long been stained red with blood, which dripped from the edges of the fabric. The demonized ring on his finger was nearing destruction; clearly, in this intense battle, he had been pushed to his limit.

Despite this, he still forced his way through the crowd, his gaze as sharp as a knife, scanning everything around him.

However, at that very moment, a massive crimson light suddenly erupted from the Bitter Heart Sect's camp.

This light was as massive as the sun, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield and emitting violent energy fluctuations.

"Boom—"

The light instantly took shape, and the fluctuations spread out like a tidal wave, sweeping toward the Furnace apprentices.

Every apprentice caught in the fluctuation's path experienced a sudden, terrified change in expression, before being instantly evaporated into ash within the light, leaving not even a trace behind.

Seeing this, Riley's expression changed drastically.

A flash of terror crossed his eyes as he realized he might never have the chance to kill that damned Lynn again, and thus never get revenge for his foolish brother.

The opponent's sorcery energy was so massive that he didn't even have time to react!

However, at that moment, a deafening dragon roar shook the heavens.

The sound was like thunder, vibrating through the entire battlefield.

Almost at the same instant, a massive black dragon descended from the sky, its wings spreading like clouds. Its enormous black wings nearly obscured the entire sky, carrying a terrifying sense of oppression.

The black dragon's aura was like a descending nightmare; the world turned dim, and black mist drifted everywhere, as if swallowing all light.

All wizards and wizard apprentices were intimidated by this power, unable to clearly see what was happening before them.

Aboard the black dragon, an elegant witch sat high above.

Her hood was blown back by the wind, revealing an incomparably beautiful face.

Her nose was like jade, her slightly pursed lips carrying a cold and glamorous smile, and her purple eyes were as deep as the night, as brilliant as the stars.

Her appearance was like the descent of a deity, instantly drawing all eyes toward her.

Those purple eyes, like two bright gems in the darkness, illuminated the entire battlefield.

The black dragon's roar sounded again. It spread its massive black wings and charged toward the Bitter Heart Sect amidst endless black mist, shielding that terrifying sorcery.

As it flew, the colors of the world seemed to become blurred; all wizards and apprentices couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation, unable to discern the state of the battle before them.

Shrouding the sun and moon, the nightmare descends!

However, more than ten minutes later, a scream suddenly rang out from the battlefield.

Then, a black dragon suddenly soared from the horizon, carrying a mangled body in its mouth—it was a Level 3 Wizard of the Bitter Heart Sect!

He was already dead, his body torn to pieces.

"Kill!"

With the appearance of this black dragon, the morale of the Furnace army surged. All wizards and apprentices surged toward the Bitter Heart Sect like a tide.

On the battlefield, the fighting grew more intense and the blood boiled.

A flash of madness crossed Riley's eyes. He knew that according to the Furnace's regulations, once an enemy force was breached, apprentices could keep some of the resources looted from the enemy.

For some apprentices, war was a disaster, but for others, this war was a magnificent opportunity.

Normally, they had no way to access those precious wizard resources, but in the chaos of a Furnace war, any victory would bring infinite gains.

Especially for those who could survive the battle, they would possess the possibility of breaking through their own limits.

(End of Chapter)