Chapter 694: Sacrifice? Not Needed!

Saul didn’t let melancholy affect him for too long.

Since Pei’er entering that fantastical world was already an established fact, he could only wait and continue to make himself stronger.

Perhaps in the future he could still see the silly, soft Wind Sprite.

Having composed his emotions, Saul narrowed his eyes again.

Several white semi-transparent thin lines appeared before Saul.

Although visually these thin lines all looked the same, as someone whose mental power had become exceptionally strong, Saul could easily distinguish which line belonged to which person closely connected to his fate.

He stared at the thin line representing Kismet and pointed at it…

However, aside from a dull pain in the back of his head, he received no other feedback.

“Did the teleportation ability fail?” Saul hurriedly examined his spiritual body.

Then he discovered with mixed feelings that his mental power consumption had been too great and was now in a state of complete depletion.

Staying in the fantastical space had been such a mentally draining experience.

No wonder that voice hadn’t let Saul stay too long.

Now Saul could barely maintain flight status and couldn’t control more powerful spells that required mental power guidance.

With no choice, he had to slowly land and use meditation to recover.

While Saul was recovering in the wilderness, things remained lively at Rhine Lake.

Although Saul had tried his best to block the Black Tide’s appearance and quickly sealed the Storm Eye, some pollution had still inevitably affected the wizards here through the briefly appearing Storm Eye.

To help Saul advance, over a hundred wizards had gathered here.

The several second-rank wizards here were fine, but the first-rank wizards and wizard apprentices had all been affected to varying degrees.

Some people with insufficiently stable and powerful spiritual bodies had even begun mutating. Nearby wizards had to kill the mutated ones to prevent new pollution sources.

Although Byron was still a first-rank wizard, his situation was special and he hadn’t been greatly affected. He was helping second-rank wizard Brando control several severely injured wizards nearby.

At this time, Corey approached with a stern expression. “Wizard Brando, can any of you contact Wizard Saul?”

Brando was so busy his head was about to fall off. Hearing this, he said helplessly, “We haven’t set up long-distance communication magical tools with Saul.”

Corey clenched her fists tightly.

Earlier, the two third-rank wizards had suddenly turned against each other and fought, then Saul had followed them to distant places, leaving only Corey to barely maintain order.

But the current situation wasn’t optimistic. If there was still no way to help those polluted wizards, she would have to kill those beyond saving first.

They couldn’t wait until most people lost control simultaneously—then she alone couldn’t handle so many mutated first-ranks.

Moreover, if the mutated wizards directly escaped, the pollution’s influence would expand again.

Although in the wizard world, quite a few wizards died from mutation due to various reasons, such a large number of deaths at once would be a huge loss for the Stargate Council.

However, a hundred dead first-rank wizards and wizard apprentices was better than a hundred living pollution sources.

Corey had decided to gather those showing signs of mutation to prevent accidents.

But to prevent anyone from escaping, she needed other second-rank wizards’ assistance.

So while she was ostensibly asking about Saul, she knew battles between third-rank wizards couldn’t end quickly.

Thus she secretly used communication magic to ask Brando, “Brando, you know what consequences there would be if all the first-rank wizards present mutated, right?”

Brando’s expression darkened slightly, but his helmet well concealed his emotional changes.

“You want to… wouldn’t that be too hasty? Most people can still maintain stability now.”

“Are you forgetting where this is? If they were in the outside world, they could indeed slowly stabilize and find a safe place to recover. But this is the Borderland—pollution is being generated constantly here, and beneath our feet is the greatest pollution source.”

“Do you think these first-rank wizards struggling to maintain themselves can recover on their own?”

Brando’s voice lowered another degree. “So you want to kill all first-rank wizards? Is this the Stargate Council’s style?”

Corey had prepared herself mentally when she spoke. Her emotions were completely steady now, even slightly raising her chin without avoiding Brando’s gaze.

“Yes, only excellent people have the chance to survive.” She looked at Byron, who was busy nearby and not paying attention here. “Of course, first-rank wizards like that one who can resist Black Tide pollution on their own definitely won’t be cleared out.”

But Brando still shook his head.

They still had several first-rank wizards like Eddie here, currently struggling against the pollution within their bodies.

“I’m afraid I cannot agree.”

Corey said unexpectedly, “I thought that as a second-rank wizard, your rationality should exceed your emotions.”

Brando chuckled softly, “Yes, my rationality tells me it’s not yet time to be forced to sacrifice others.”

“Oh? If it comes to the final moment, are you sure you can control so many mutated wizards?”

Brando slowly shook his head. “No, I just believe things won’t deteriorate to that extent… Wizard Saul will return to resolve all this. Don’t forget, he’s the healer of the Purity Wizard Tower, most skilled at treating pollution caused by Black Tide.”

Corey really wasn’t very clear about this, after all she didn’t care how Borderland natives solved the Black Tide pollution they faced daily.

“Battles between third-rank wizards aren’t as simple as you think…”

Halfway through her words, suddenly an extremely powerful mental power enveloped everyone.

Even the constantly expressionless Corey looked up at the sky with astonished pupils.

Even other wizards struggling against internal pollution were affected and looked up.

Above everyone’s heads, under the dim sky, floated a wizard completely wrapped in a gray wide cloak.

Several wizards who could see far enough glimpsed that the other was wrapped in fabric, wearing a hood, not even exposing their eyes.

But when his mental power waves transmitted over, everyone immediately recognized him.

It was Saul, who had just advanced to third-rank and had a Storm Eye appear in his body!

The Stargate Council wizards were still confused, but hope had already bloomed on the faces of local Borderland wizards.

Byron finally straightened up and shouted loudly, “Lord Saul, please give your orders!”

Hearing Byron’s shout, Saul floating thirty meters above everyone’s heads twitched the corner of his mouth.

“To build momentum for me, senior actually addressed me like this.”

But he also understood Byron’s intention. The situation seemed stable now, but once the spark of mutation ignited, it would almost instantly turn this place into hell again.

Therefore, if Saul wanted to do anything, he had to gain everyone’s recognition and trust.

Byron’s words were reminding others of Saul’s identity as a powerful third-rank wizard.

At this moment, Saul was the last lifeline.

Even if some people secretly resented Saul—after all, the Storm Eye had appeared inside his body—they had no choice but to seek Saul’s help now, hoping for a chance to survive.

Therefore, Saul didn’t correct Byron’s address, but used a serious tone to command unquestionably:

“Everyone! Stand in the advancement formation—I will cleanse the pollution from your bodies!”

(End of Chapter)

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