Chapter 524: 427 Zhangg Out of the Mountain_2
The Undead Disaster.
The Mirror Image Army.
Dimensional Travel.
Hogg, by virtue of his exceptional talent, mastered these three Fourth-level Magic spells across three domains.
At the age of six hundred, relying on these spells, he swept through his enemies invincibly, basking in glory for a time.
But glory is fleeting.
When he reached the stage of becoming an Extreme Legend, seeking to comprehend the Rule Profound Meaning and attempting to create Forbidden Curse Magic, he realized the six scattered Fourth-level Magic spells he had mastered lacked a cohesive system, raising the difficulty of his advancement tenfold, even hundredfold.
If he did not change, there would likely be no chance for him to achieve immortality in his lifetime.
He once had hope.
At the age of six hundred, even seven hundred, he had a chance—if only he had been resolute and had the courage to abandon a few irrelevant Fourth-level Magic spells, dedicating himself entirely to efforts for immortality.
But glory and power make men lose their way.
Hogg couldn’t let go, and so he delayed, again and again. He continued to indulge in fantasy, hoping to construct a few more Fourth-level Magic spells without "dispersing his works," forming a system to aid his comprehension of Rule Profound Meaning.
Even for Legendary Mages, their magic power is limited.
Generally speaking, a Legendary Mage can construct up to six Fourth-level Magic spells.
Those who are exceptionally skilled might construct seven or eight.
Legends speak of the brightest Legendary Mage able to construct nine Fourth-level Magic spells.
Hogg aspired to this.
But two hundred years passed, and his magic power still only sufficed to sustain seven Fourth-level Magic spells. To progress further was exceedingly difficult.
Two hundred years slipped away.
These two hundred years were the most crucial.
Now Hogg was eight hundred years old, his days dwindled, and he lacked the courage to take decisive action. Gradually, all that awaited him was a slow death.
"Benage!"
"The Tyrant misled me!"
Whenever Hogg thought of the "Tyrant" who so profoundly influenced him, a sense of hatred brewed in his heart.
If not for his youthful idolization of the Tyrant, how could he have ignored advice, squandered his talent, and fallen to his present state?
Hogg cursed inwardly, consumed by an obsessive bitterness.
And on this day, as if answering his desires—the Tyrant he idolized, resented, and cursed—suddenly descended.
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"Today, my ’Summoning Cottage’ celebrates the birth of an immortal. I have come to the ’Magic Sound River’ to claim a few islands. May all friends present do me this courtesy and make way."
The Magic Sound River, its pitch-black waters shimmering.
Chen Jichuan stood beneath the radiant glow of Holy Light, Beirut by his side, while twenty-four roaring Ancestors loomed behind them.
Their arrival was imposing.
"It’s him."
"The Tyrant!"
"He has appeared!"
"It’s been years since the Tyrant acted, and now he emerges—for what? To seize territory along the Magic Sound River?"
"So it’s because yet another immortal has risen from the Summoning Cottage."
"Wasn’t it three thousand years ago that the Windwalking Magic King ascended to immortality within the Summoning Cottage? And now, another so soon?"
"This man is not to be trifled with."
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Across the Magic Sound River, surrounding islands witnessed the scene. Seeing the twenty-four Ancestors behind Chen Jichuan, coupled with his claim of coming from the Summoning Cottage, everyone recognized him as none other than the legendary Tyrant.
Since that battle outside the Star Cluster Graveyard, the Tyrant’s name had resonated far and wide. Many anticipated he would rise as a formidable figure, stirring dramatic upheaval, yet none predicted that the Tyrant would do nothing. Instead, he retreated to the Summoning Cottage, occupied Valgrion, cultivated Inner Strength diligently, and disappeared from the world.
He was remarkably low-profile.
In recent years, although tales of the Tyrant still circulated across the Divine Throne World, he had never been seen outside Valgrion.
No one dared provoke or test him.
Until today.
"Benage?"
"He’s here!"
"What do we do?!"
Hogg, situated within his Mage Tower, heard the commotion and was startled, almost knocking over a sand table.
He was a man who feared what he admired.
Though he had daydreamed and spoken endlessly of the Tyrant, now that the Tyrant truly arrived, he was instead overcome with anxiety.
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"Time is short. I will wait only fifteen minutes."
A clear voice rippled through the Magic Sound River with its agitated currents.
Chen Jichuan manipulated Space Confinement, sealing off the areas encompassing four islands, including those occupied by the Dawn Era.
His intentions were unmistakable.
Today, he would claim these four islands as his own.
And behind these four islands stood four immortal organizations. Though others might hesitate to provoke them, Chen Jichuan feared none. Forces like Dawn Era—he could confront fifteen to seventeen of them without concern.
"Excellent!"
"This is what it means to be the Tyrant!"
On distant, unaffected islands, some Great Mages and Legendary Mages, who had grown up hearing tales of the Tyrant, were visibly stirred. Witnessing his assertive demand for the four organizations to yield their islands within fifteen minutes left them breathless.
"Fifteen minutes?"
Upon the four islands.
Mages were thrown into panic.
Fifteen minutes was too brief for reinforcements from their affiliated organizations to arrive. Mage Towers and Magic Formations upon the islands—as well as the unique properties of the Magic Sound River—might stall ordinary groups of fifty Legendary Mages for several hours.
But this was no ordinary enemy; this was the Tyrant!
One man capable of challenging nations—the Tyrant!
"What now?"
The atmosphere became tense, with dread permeating the air.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Fifteen minutes swiftly passed.
"We’ll leave!"
"We’re withdrawing!"
Pressure became unbearable for two of the islands, prompting them to dismantle their Magic Formations first. Leading figures among the Legendary Mages evacuated their personnel entirely.
The immortal organizations behind them, weaker than even the waning Dawn Era, dared not confront the Tyrant.
Understanding the situation, the immortals issued directives to abandon the islands, opting to curry favor with Chen Jichuan instead.
Not only did they retreat obediently, but two presiding Legendary figures approached, each presenting thick stacks of schematics with reverence. "Your Eminence, Benage, our Eminence sends his regards. These are the construction plans for Quqi Island (Manyue Island); our Eminence grants you permission to station forces there at your discretion."
These two figures were wise, as were the immortals behind them. Knowing the islands were lost, they sought to ingratiate themselves with the Tyrant.
"Thank you."
"Do send my regards to them as well."
Chen Jichuan accepted the schematics, nodding with a smile toward the two Legendary Mages.
The duo withdrew cautiously, sensing relief.
Chen Jichuan then cast his gaze upon the remaining two islands. Turning to Beirut, he inquired, "Who commands these islands?"
Beirut replied, "That one, Dawn Island, belongs to Dawn Era, with the Star Shining King and Dawn Scholar behind it. The other, Covenant Island, is held by the Covenant Church, under the command of the Covenant Pope and the Holy Knight."
"Dawn Island."
"Covenant Island."
Chen Jichuan nodded, raising his Magic Wand skyward. The movement drew upon magic power, which enveloped the twenty-four Ancestors standing behind him.
"Is he about to act?"
Amid the anticipation.
The twenty-four Ancestors each split into copies—one becoming two, twenty-four becoming forty-eight.
"What kind of spell is this?"
"The Tyrant indeed mastered the Fourth-level Magic spell, Mirror Image Army. It’s said he once replicated an undead army of millions!"
"But this isn’t the Mirror Image Army—the Mirror Image Army can’t replicate Fourth-level Legends."
"It’s the Great Mirror Image Technique! The Great Mirror Image Technique, capable of replicating Legends! Incredible! The amount of magic power required to replicate twenty-four Fourth-level Ancestors at once must be astronomical!"
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[Fourth-level Magic: Great Mirror Image Technique]
After three thousand years, Chen Jichuan acted again, delivering an earth-shattering display.
The twenty-four summoned Ancestors didn’t need to move; their mirror images, replicated by the Great Mirror Image Technique, surged forth with fierce momentum.
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