Dragon Who Controls Time

Dear goddess of magic, you should know that 99% of Arcanists will not provide faith for you.

"We never believe in gods."

A real Arcanist only believes in his own power.

Ioram felt that the goddess of magic had only appeared because she wanted the faith of Netheril.

There was no way he would agree.

In response, the goddess of magic chuckled and said, " the prosperity of magic is the best reward for me. As for faith, it's good to have it, but I won't force it if it doesn't.

He looked at ioram and said softly, " "You don't need to resist my help, eolham."

"Because the nether Empire is under my protection."

for example, the floating city is able to operate because it draws power from my magic net. Arcanists. casting is also based on the magic net I created and maintained ... You can't deny that my power has already been integrated into all aspects of Netheril."

The goddess of magic said softly in the light of divinity.

this Empire was developed by you, but it is also my child, even though this child does not believe in me.

Upon hearing the goddess of magic's words, ioram was slightly stunned and fell silent.

The words of the goddess of magic were true.

Although the core of the magic net had been created by an Arcanist, its essence was still to draw on the power of the goddess of magic. To put it bluntly, it could even be said to have been stolen.

The floating city was only able to take off because of the tacit approval of the goddess of magic.

If it had been a God with a bad character, it would have been possible for him to directly punish nether.

all Arcanists respect you for that.

After hesitating for a while, ioram finally sighed. At the same time, his expression became more relaxed. "Honorable goddess of magic, I'm willing to accept your help."

and I promise you that every floating city will have a church of the goddess of magic.

however, I will not ask any floating city to spread your teachings.

whether the Arcanists will believe in you or not depends on their own will. I hope you can understand.

The goddess of magic was willing to provide protection for Nethery. Although she did not make any requests, ioram himself could not ignore the kindness of a God.

It was necessary to give a certain reward.

Over the years, the Lord of the end of all things had made it difficult for him to eat or sleep. He had gradually come to understand that Netheril, who had developed to such a level, truly needed the protection of a God.

In the end, this endless world was under the rule of the gods.

One day, Netheril would have the power to not fear any God. Only then would he have the right to refuse the help of a God. But before that, it would be foolish to be arrogant and scoff at the power of a God without enough power.

"Very good, I know you will make a wise choice."

The goddess of magic said with a smile.

Soon after, his Elemental Incarnation dissipated, and éolme also removed the time projection. The deep canyon returned to silence, and only the thunderous breathing of the Dragon reverberated in it.

eolém has changed a lot too.

The silver Dragon thought as it wagged its tail.

With the pride in his bones, he would never accept any good intentions from a God.

But now, the Arcanist knew that his power was still quite weak, far from being comparable to a God. The pride in the depths of his heart had been reduced a lot.

Immediately, garen looked up at the sky, his gaze passing through layers of space and landing on the silverscale city.

Silverscale city, Castellan's Mage Tower.

The door of the mage Tower in the center of the floating city was tightly shut, and the power of magic was constantly rippling inside.

Karsus focused all his energy on doing magic research that was difficult for outsiders to understand.

The river of time flowed quietly.

The war between the Feylin sunflower and the nether Empire was still ongoing.

However, the Felin sunflower, which had always had the upper hand, didn't attack too intensely, even though the floating cities were already on the verge of collapse under their magic absorption.

So, although the Arcanists of Netheril were under great pressure, they could still hold on.

During this period, many Grand Arcanists visited Karsus, but they did not get any response from him.

As time passed, the light of nether, who had performed outstandingly on the battlefield, slowly faded out of the Arcanists 'sight and disappeared without a trace.

The originally lively silverscale city gradually became cold and cheerless.

The sun rose and the moon set, the stars shifted.

Eight years passed just like that.

On a foggy day, the streets of silverscale city were cold and quiet. There were only a few Arcanists who believed that the light of nether would never go out.

A lower-level Arcanist who had always believed in Karsus went to the wizard Tower in the center of the city as usual.

The young Arcanist had also become mature and experienced after eight years.

He looked at the mage Tower's tightly sealed door and let out an undetectable sigh before turning to leave.

He did not look too disappointed.

After all, it had been eight years, and no one knew how long the light of nether would remain silent. It might be forever.

However, it was different this time.

The Arcanist, who had just turned around and taken two steps, suddenly stopped. A look of surprise and disbelief crept onto his face.

He sensed the movement of elemental energy.

This was something that would only happen when a legendary spellcaster showed up.

In the current silverscale city, there was only one legendary spell caster. Eight years ago, the light of nether had shone brilliantly, and the youngest Grand Arcanist in the history of the Empire, Karsus.

The Arcanist suddenly turned his head.

The mage Tower's door was still tightly shut.

However, as her gaze moved up the towering tower, she could vaguely see a tall man standing in the open air at the top of the tower in the hazy mist.

He had a mature face in his thirties, a temperament as calm as the sea, and a pair of deep eyes that, although a little tired, were full of wisdom, as if they could see through the essence of all things ...

These characteristics gathered together to form the appearance of Karsus.

After eight years of closed-door study, he had become more mature in both appearance and temperament.

"Y-you've finally shown yourself."

"City Lord, I've always believed that you won't be defeated by a single setback!"

The Arcanist said excitedly.

Karsus looked down at the Arcanist who was looking up at him, smiled, and said softly, " go and tell the Arcanists in Netheril that I'm back.

"It's time to end this war."

With that, the Grand Arcanist, who had been silent for a long time, disappeared from the sight of the Arcanists below.

The Arcanist who saw Karsus 'return was stunned for a long time.

After he came back to his senses, he was overjoyed. He hurriedly sent the message through the arcane chain and spread the news, which caused a lot of heated discussions among the Arcanists in nether.

Although Karsus 'figure and reputation had faded out of people's vision, once he appeared, all the Arcanists' memories of him became clear.

At the same time.

The silver Dragon in the deep valley opened its eyes.

In front of garen, there was a slight fluctuation in the space, and Karsus stepped out of the portal. His clean and upright posture was reflected in the Platinum Dragon eyes.

He looked up at the imposing Silver Dragon.

teacher, I have a spell that I've just created, but I haven't cast it yet, " said Karsus softly. I want you to guide me.

Garen's gaze flickered as he looked at this Grand Arcanist who had grown up. He said, " "Oh? What spell?"

it's the belief that I can become a God in one step, " said Karsus. it's called the art of godly Ascension, the Karsus godly Ascension.