Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 248 - 247: Ten Books

Chapter 248: Chapter 247: Ten Books

In the midst of darkness, the execution ground, drastically altered in terrain, was enveloped in silence.

However, this seemingly calm quietude was filled with turbulent, severe changes.

At this very moment,

the elderly Caster, Elva, was facing the most dangerous situation he had encountered this evening.

— The power of "Fury."

Thicker than the night’s depths, a black fog pervaded every corner of the battlefield, leaving no crevice unfilled.

Stepping onto the battlefield unprotected meant facing an immediate loss of consciousness.

This was Ronald’s counterattack.

The moment Claudia opened this gap for him, this black mist filled with the power of Hell’s oath surged out under Ronald’s control, instantly devouring everything.

By then, the dominant force on the battlefield had completely changed.

Even though Elva had altered the structure of the execution ground with the walls he had created, the omnipresent black fog further sealed off the space.

The elderly Caster, standing atop a stone column, was also trapped within.

But Elva was, after all, vastly experienced.

The moment Claudia voiced a warning, he also realized that he was about to face an attack from below.

Thus, the instant Ronald launched his counterattack, Elva manipulated the original text in his hands and immediately constructed a new spell for defense.

It was a completely new way of using spells.

Unlike the previous stone columns and black liquid, this time Elva summoned walls made of smooth marble-like material, tightly protecting him from all sides.

With such an airtight defense,

the inherently weak black fog could indeed not breach it immediately.

However, even though he ensured his own safety, Elva also lost the freedom he previously had.

"..."

Standing within the limited space of the protective spell, the elderly Caster looked forth with a somber gaze.

Faced with such a situation, he didn’t panic.

Although it was pitch-dark before him, Elva could still monitor the movements of his enemies through the vibrations of the walls, so he was aware of Ronald and Claudia’s positions.

The collapsing walls and darkness were also limiting the enemy.

The spells he had used previously were not for naught.

As for what Elva was most concerned about right now...

It was actually Ronald’s performance in tonight’s battle.

The mastery of the original spell, the hostile attitude towards him, and the female investigator aiding Ronald...

Combining these factors,

Elva easily arrived at a dreadful conclusion.

After receiving a coded message from the organization, Ronald, influenced by some unknown factor, had joined forces with the investigative bureau to probe their organization, and he had already gained considerable insight.

This...

was the worst possible scenario.

Even describing it as the most dreadful situation since the organization’s establishment wouldn’t be an overstatement.

Thus, the urgent priority

was to find a way to contact the organization and inform them of everything happening here.

Whether to sever the cause and effect of this event or to use a Prophetic Spell to find the best way to handle it, it was crucial to prioritize transmitting the information.

The two students who had come with him had already been silenced, leaving Elva as the only informed person.

"Sigh—"

Thinking of this, he was protected in the middle by his own spell.

Elva sighed helplessly.

He had only mastered five of the "Ten Books of Architecture" from his school. How could his aging body endure the trials to access the other five books?

It was foreseeable that:

—within his own lifetime.

He probably wouldn’t see the future where this ancient text was fully deciphered.

At this thought, Elva’s hesitant eyes instantly steadied. Although regretful, he had no other choice now.

Standing under the protection of sealed walls, he unfolded the ancient text in front of him.

Although he couldn’t see the text before him, countless readings had engraved this action into Elva’s muscle memory.

The awkwardly phrased incantation was immediately chanted fluently:

"Emperor Caesar!

When You grasp the world’s sovereignty with supreme wisdom and Divine Power, and conquer all formidable foes with invincible bravery, the citizens shall take pride in Your triumph and victory, and all conquered nations shall also submit to Your will!"

As he chanted the spell, Elva raised his right foot and steadily stepped down.

Snap—

His black hard-soled shoe landed on the pillar beneath his foot, not even causing a slight vibration, just the faint sound that was supposed to be there.

However, at that moment.

Outside the protection of the marble walls, a drastic transformation occurred.

Matching the caster’s movements, the double layer of stone walls summoned by Elva instantly turned into fine sand. The massive amounts of yellow sand proliferated and immediately poured down, burying the entire execution ground in an instant!

The execution ground, enclosed by towering walls, thus became a vast sea of yellow sand.

"..."

This was a spell of control Elva was quite confident in.

The cost, however, was that he had to relinquish the right to use three of the "Ten Books of Architecture" for the next week.

Such a spell was, of course, very powerful.

Aside from their own weight and fluidity, the sand would continuously absorb the Magic Power and physical strength of enemies within it. Even if the enemies didn’t die under the burial of sand, escaping was definitely no simple matter.

Feeling his connection with the last two books of the ancient text, Elva used the remaining power to manipulate a majestic column to create a ramp, and the marble walls around him slid down along the ramp.

Feeling that he had moved beyond the range of the execution ground shrouded in black fog, he then dissolved his spell.

Standing on the nighttime streets of Springs.

Elva looked back at the execution ground with a complex expression.

Though it seemed that the walls here were still intact, in reality, this execution ground had been thoroughly eroded by the magic of the ancient text, thus transforming into a huge...

A huge execution ground...?

Thinking of this, Elva slightly shook his head with a nuanced expression.

After all, he could still sense the presence of two enemies moving within the sand.

Indeed, they couldn’t be simply killed...

With an expression of regret, he waved one hand, and a crack formed in the wall of the execution ground. The guards who had been stuffed into the wall of the execution ground immediately fell out.

Looking at their chests, which had already stopped moving.

They had lost their lives during this time.

Elva watched quietly for two to three seconds, then turned and walked back onto the street.

It was already too deep into the night; it would be quicker to leave Springs and head to the train station.

Having thought this through, the elderly Caster shivered in the cold wind.

Then he steadily walked away from the place.

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