A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 678 Adventure in the Rain

When everything fell silent, Roland finally came to his senses.

"Boss, what happened to you just now? Why did you suddenly stop moving?"

Just now, Roland was walking along when he suddenly stopped, and then stood there for an hour.

If she weren't still breathing and didn't seem to have undergone any unusual changes, others would have thought Roland had mutated after being contaminated.

Faced with such a bizarre situation, no one dared to touch her. It was as if they had been electrocuted; anyone who dared to touch her would probably be dancing with the electrocuted person.

Fortunately, judging from Roland's appearance, he's probably alright; he was probably just hallucinating.

"It's nothing, it's just... some knowledge suddenly flooded into my mind."

Roland said, rubbing his throbbing forehead.

"Knowledge comes to everyone, that's normal. If you want to relieve the situation quickly, you can write down the knowledge you have. This will help you calm down quickly."

In the darkness beside him, Jiang Shuzhou, with half his face hidden, spoke casually.

The so-called "knowledge follows people" is actually just a wisp of thought leaked from the laws controlled by Jiang Shuzhou. It contains a lot of useful knowledge, and of course, some useless ramblings.

However, as the saying goes, you get what you pay for. Since you're getting it for free, don't expect it to be anything of high quality.

Generally speaking, this knowledge might point to an embodiment of a certain law that Jiang Shuzhou is in charge of controlling.

But when Jiang Shuzhou doesn't care about these avatars, they act entirely on instinct, just like the human body. Breathing is automatic, but people can control it, and so does Jiang Shuzhou.

If it's one of the more friendly avatars, at most they won't respond much. But if you encounter one of the less friendly ones...

That person will be lucky; they'll at least avoid decades of detours, speed through the game of life, and die quickly.

Of course, Jiang Shuzhou would still keep an eye on old acquaintances, such as Roland. If Jiang Shuzhou hadn't intervened, this former mage would probably have perished here, crossing the highest mountain and the longest river.

That old thing is outdated. The highest mage now is Jiang Shuzhou. As for Roland?

I am just an ordinary person born in an era before I existed.

"This... never mind."

Roland declined Jiang Shuzhou's suggestion because she felt that if she did it, she would be infamous for eternity.

After all, the knowledge I just had in my mind wasn't exactly user-friendly.

Jiang Shuzhou shrugged, not really caring.

If she doesn't write it now, someone else will eventually acquire this knowledge and write it down, but it's hard to say whether that person will still be rational.

"Now that you're healed, let's get going quickly. According to reliable intelligence, we're headed to the very center of the city, where a colossal altar is said to still stand, and where one can supposedly communicate with that great being."

Jiang Shuzhou said.

Roland did not intend to stop them.

"Let's go then!"

Having said that, Roland forced himself to continue forward, despite the discomfort in his head.

Click, click.

Apart from the sound of a few people's footsteps, there was no other sound around.

The heavy rain was still falling, but the sounds of rain hitting the umbrella and falling to the ground had all disappeared.

This did not make them feel any more at ease; on the contrary, it made them even more fearful.

The quiet night seemed to harbor something, making people feel uneasy.

People walked slowly and silently along the way.

No one dared to make a loud noise, as if there was some unspeakable existence beyond that silence.

Day and night are two extremes.

One is noisy, the other is silent.

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As time slowly passed, an ancient altar, completely different from its surroundings, came into view.

It was an enormous magic circle, and a bright red, blood-like substance was slowly flowing in the grooves of the circle.

"This is... the Liquefied Philosopher's Stone?"

Before the others could react, Roland immediately recognized the red substance flowing in the enormous array groove.

"The value of so many Philosopher's Stones is simply immeasurable."

Even Roland was deeply moved by this.

With so many Philosopher's Stones, there's probably enough to buy many good things. If just a little of it were diverted...

Although that's what Roland thought, he didn't intend to touch these things.

If she were to accidentally trigger something, she would likely be reduced to ashes immediately.

After all, the fact that so many Philosopher's Stones could be used was enough to demonstrate the terrifying power of this formation.

"It's...stopping raining here?"

Unlike Roland, Loken's focus was on the fact that the torrential rain had finally stopped here.

"It's only stopped here; it's still raining outside."

Behind them, it was pouring rain, but just a step away, the area around the altar was completely dry, with no rain falling.

For some reason, these people suddenly had the idea of ​​stopping in the rain and not entering the altar area again.

That's just how people are; they always refuse to embrace change.

Just as Roland and his group were looking at the altar with different expressions, pondering something, a voice suddenly came from not far away.

"We found this place first, so if you know what's good for you, get out of here!"

The speaker was a gaunt man who had buried his face in a black robe. He was holding two daggers in his hands and was clearly an assassin.

It is clear that this group is a squad composed of the incarnations of the gods such as Tyr.

What is this? The aura of a god?

How could it have infiltrated so much? It seems that the hidden god is still somewhat useful.

However, if Jiang Shuzhou wasn't paying attention normally, it wouldn't be a problem, but the other party was indeed very good at disguising themselves.

But now that they were face to face, Jiang Shuzhou naturally recognized him as a genius at a glance.

He saw right through Tyr's disguise and knew that they were gods.

Like Roland, none of these people have embarked on the path of cultivation, whether out of unwillingness, fear, or both.

"What, this is your house? Just because you say it's yours doesn't mean it's yours!"

Jiang Shuzhou said calmly.

"Ha, then stop with the nonsense and let's fight!"

Unlike Jiang Shuzhou, who was quite interested in toying with these people, Xirek didn't want to waste a single second.

Since we've confirmed that the other party won't give up on their own, why waste time saying useless nonsense?

Just have a fight, and the loser can just accept defeat.

Of course, Shirek didn't think he would lose.

Losing is no fun, so He never loses.

In Cyric's eyes, Roland and his group were nothing more than mortal ants, and he saw no possibility of them losing.