CHAPTER 391: CHAPTER 33 ONLY ONE TOWER REMAINS

It wasn’t that strong... Yes, the intensity of this calamity wasn’t that strong. The sea water that surged upward didn’t harm humans or other intelligent beings and wasn’t threatening.

However, that sea water destroyed everything based on Mana...

Whether it was a magic wand, magic array, magic tower, magic storage device, or barrier, it was the same. By contrast, those sea monsters that could be resisted with pure physical attacks were just a little extra.

The sea monsters in the main plane were relatively easily repelled... From the front line, Yila and the others’ precautions and preparations seemed overly cautious.

This "sea" calamity might end up being the least impactful calamity... to the main plane.

...

Yes, to the main plane...

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"Boom!!!!!!!!"

In Hell, filled with lava and brimstone, with the surging and raging of the lava lake, countless gigantic lava fish, using their fins as support, jumped onto the shore.

The scorching hot lava sprayed from the mouths of these enormous fish, attacking everything around indiscriminately...

"Get back... now!"

Following this roar, a muscular demon punched the fishes affected by the calamity back into the lava... but that was all it could do. The environment of Hell ensured the number of pure physical demons here was not high.

Or rather, these goat-headed Baphomet Lords should have used scythes and manipulated dark Mana to fight, blending physical means to kill their enemies.

Yes, the scythes were naturally their innate magic armor, so it was evident that they had been turned into scrap iron due to the calamity’s nature imposed by those giant sea monsters.

"..."

"The lava sea is also considered a ’sea’? How unreasonable."

Saying this casually, Diablo, who was controlling massive rocks to seal off every lava lake, seemed indifferent as she simply blocked the calamity. She said, "The damage to the arrays is substantial."

The latter part of her comment, referring to the damaged arrays, seemed to be more serious than the calamity itself... The spreading lava broke part of the ancient seal that had been buried for countless ages in Hell.

*This is really bad...*

This might be the peculiar (dire) chain reaction between calamities.

"Fixing it is simple, but... I’m more worried about the main plane."

Baal said this while also helping to suppress the calamity... What could be said? To those fully grown "exceptions," the so-called calamity was just this trivial.

Two could support it, three could contend with it... With more numbers, the calamity might be directly resolved.

However, the prerequisite was that these "exceptions" had to be willing to cooperate.

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"..."

"Sigh... After the Black Tower... We haven’t held on for long either... We’ve fallen."

The female mage said this with a helpless smile as she adjusted the wizard hat on her head, watching the True Red Tower gradually collapse and sink into the sea water.

The surrounding mages, whether controlling summoned creatures to resist sea beasts or expanding transfer gates and maintaining transmission arrays, all watched as the high tower collapsed.

This was one of the sanctuaries for mages... a place where generations of mages studied and trained, but at this moment, it was eroded by the calamity and lost its sanctity.

The expression on every mage’s face was far from good.

In the half-plane belonging to the Three Towers, there was also a "sea," or rather a magically created lake forcibly recognized as a "sea"... which the calamity arbitrarily deemed as part of the "sea."

"Principal... All the materials, equipment, and scrolls have been sent to the White Tower..."

Listening to the mage’s report beside her, the female mage known as the principal gave a troubled smile, took off a wizard hat from her head, revealing another wizard hat underneath, and simply placed the hat in her hand on the other’s head...

The other person’s head was hatless... perhaps the hat was lost during the transfer of materials?

This was understandable. For a mage in a mage tower, transferring those materials was indeed vital... the entire collection of the title "mage" from ancient times to the present was invaluable.

In such a situation, not having time to attend to one’s attire was understandable.

"As a mage, you must wear your hat properly."

So said the female mage, looking at the transfer gate behind her and the startled mage holding the gifted hat, she shouted, "All members, prepare to evacuate... The next battle will be the last bastion!!!"

Yes, the other end of the transfer gate was the Pure White Tower.

The last mage tower for mages.

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Due to the arrival of the calamity, only one of the Three Towers remained, so this last tower... could never be lost, this was the most crucial and final intent!!!

As all the mages passed through the gate... they all saw the vast undead army and the impregnable wall of bones firmly blocking the sea beasts and seawater outside.

"Have the reinforcements arrived?"

"..."

*A somber voice reached the forces of the True Red Tower... They turned to see a lich who had lost her left arm, her right hand holding a magic wand to maintain the enormous undead army.*

Naturally, it wasn’t just her maintaining the undead army. Both the Black Tower and the White Tower’s necromancers were gathering their strength at this moment... This was the first time all mages collaborated fully.

Yet this female lich undeniably played a massive role... The array her right hand gathered at this moment held an intricacy that all inquisitive mages couldn’t help but observe with interest.

It seemed to contain the essence of spells...

"Mages proficient in necromancy, lend us a hand... Help provide me with some Mana."

Vera, missing her left arm, said this as the colorful light of the Sage’s Stone erupted from her chest, looking at the unstable front line. She took a deep breath and fed more Mana into the array beneath her feet.

*Barely supporting herself with the magic wand, she controlled the shattered white bones to reassemble and condense again—*

"Primordial Technique: Heaven and Earth White!"

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"Is this really okay? Although she is your junior... teaching her like this is..."

"Well... it’s good to help a bit; after all, she paid her own price."

The human woman said this. She didn’t continue the topic; instead, she changed the subject, "Did you sense it? Over at Yila’s side, it seems... ah..."

"..."

"It’s coming?"

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"I am Yila Elkaras. At this moment... I speak to all the Evil God’s followers!"

Yila’s voice almost simultaneously... resounded throughout the Nine Realms.