Chapter 182: Ultra-Long Distance Teleportation
Kurtz went to communicate with Baling, mobilizing the mages he had hired.
Serie, on the other hand, began to sketch complex aerial magic runes based on the spatial markers in her memory, attempting to establish a connection with the ancient teleportation array in El Country.
Their conversation and subsequent actions were swift and efficient, completely without avoiding Flamme, who stood by.
At this moment, Flamme was no longer the ignorant little girl who could only follow behind her teacher to learn.
Although she was not yet an adult, she had already understood many things.
When Kurtz and Serie were conversing, she stood quietly by, listening in silence.
But the conversation between the two teachers had already stirred up a storm in her heart.
"The large teleportation array constructed back then."
"Lived for a very long time."
"A profound impression left two hundred years ago."
Keywords, like scattered puzzle pieces, began to assemble in her rapidly working mind.
Two hundred years ago.
The Greater Demon Schlacht, whom Teacher Kurtz mentioned—they met two hundred years ago!
Moreover, from what Teacher Serie implied, Teacher Kurtz had left such a profound impression on Schlacht that, two hundred years later, merely seeing his image through magic scared him out of his wits.
How could a human live for two hundred years?
Unless he was not an ordinary person at all.
Flamme felt her breathing almost stop.
A long-buried suspicion deep in her heart, which she had never dared to delve into, now grew wildly like a seedling breaking through the soil.
Legend has it that in ancient times, so long ago that even historical records were vague, there was a human hero.
He was humanity's most ancient mage and first Great Sage, possessing power beyond the mundane, even capable of contending with the gods of legend.
He and his companions traveled the continent, leaving countless legends. The most shocking of which was his act of killing the world's most powerful existence—a god—with a human body.
His name was Kurtz.
Exactly the same as Teacher Kurtz.
Flamme's gaze was fixed on Kurtz's back, her hands trembling slightly at her sides.
The first time they met, she had simply, naively thought that Teacher Kurtz and the God Slayer were merely namesakes.
After all, no human could live that long.
But as Teacher Kurtz displayed his powerful strength, his familiarity with ancient legends, and even the tacit understanding between him and Teacher Serie...
All clues converged into a clear outline at this moment.
Why was Teacher Kurtz so knowledgeable about ancient history and lost magic?
Why did he possess a lifespan far exceeding the limits of human life?
Why did he possess strength far beyond his youthful appearance?
Why was the legendary elf mage Serie so close to him?
There was only one answer.
This Teacher Kurtz, who taught her magic, was the God Slayer—Kurtz—who lived in legends and was long thought by the world to have vanished into the river of history!
What was once suspicion had now become reality. Although she was mentally prepared, Flamme instinctively took a small step back.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, as if trying to break free from all restraints.
It was the drumbeat of joy, the ecstasy of being in close contact with her idol.
Flamme finally understood why she always felt that Teacher Kurtz had a sense of being beyond his time.
That was not an illusion, but the result of the accumulation of years.
"Flamme?" Kurtz's voice pulled her back to reality from her excited thoughts.
"Yes! Teacher Kurtz!" Flamme quickly forced herself to calm down, hoping her voice didn't shake.
"Get ready, the teleportation array is about to activate. This should be your first time experiencing such a large-scale spatial teleportation. You might feel an increase in gravity during the process, so remember to use magic to protect yourself."
Kurtz did not notice the intense fluctuations in Flamme's heart, merely giving his usual instructions. His attention was focused entirely on the teleportation array that was about to be completed.
"I understand!" Flamme took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.
Regardless of who her teacher was, whether a legend or an ordinary human, at this moment, he was the person she trusted most.
She had to follow her teacher's footsteps closely.
At this time, in a temporarily cleared space in the central square of White Fortress, a magic array with a diameter of only two meters had been drawn. The number of people to be teleported was only three, so Serie did not construct a particularly huge teleportation array, she only needed to establish a connection with the teleportation array on El Country's side.
Now the connection had been established, and the teleportation array had been constructed. All that remained was to replenish it with magic power.
Not far away, the dwarf city lord Baling personally led the mages he had hired to infuse magic power into the teleportation array. However, the magic power of these mages was clearly a drop in the bucket for such a cross-continental teleportation array.
But at least it could share some of the burden.
Kurtz walked to the core of the magic array, took off Athos with its scabbard from his waist, gripped the hilt, and immersed his mind deep into the scabbard, establishing a connection with the core of the holy relic sealed within.
A vast wave of magic power began to emanate from inside the scabbard, causing subtle ripples in the surrounding space.
He carefully guided the magic power emanating from the scabbard into the teleportation array.
Whoosh!
As magic power was continuously filled, the magic array instantly burst forth with dazzling light.
At the same time, Kurtz and Serie simultaneously injected their own magic power into the teleportation array, filling the last missing piece.
As the missing magic power filled up, a huge but stable magic power vortex appeared in the center of the entire magic array. In the center of the vortex, a deep spatial passage was slowly forming!
"It's ready, the situation is very stable." Serie's clear, cold voice sounded.
Kurtz stood in the center of the magic array, sensing that the magic power stored in the scabbard was being rapidly extracted. Although the consumption was huge, it was far from touching the source and was entirely within his acceptable range.
This made him feel a little relieved.
Flamme stood not far behind Kurtz, feeling the violent magic power fluctuations around her, the shock in her heart was beyond words.
She gripped her staff tightly, mobilizing all her magic power to form a faint barrier around her body, preparing to welcome the impending spatial teleportation.
The giant magic power vortex finally stabilized completely, and the spatial gate appeared accordingly.
"Let's go," Serie said.
Kurtz took one last look at the dwarf city lord Baling and others, nodded slightly in greeting, and then stepped into the light gate without hesitation.
Serie followed closely, her figure disappearing into the light curtain.
Flamme took a deep breath, took one last look at the land where she had experienced an actual battlefield for the first time, and then stepped into the light gate.
With a flash of light, the figures of the three completely disappeared from White Fortress Square.
The light of the huge complex magic array slowly receded, leaving only the dimmed magic runes on the ground, proving that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.
The dwarf city lord gazed at the empty square for a long time before muttering in a tone filled with reverence, "May everything go well for you all."
[End of Chapter]
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