Chapter 259

"Can't cast it..."

"No matter what, can't cast it..."

Before the cliff by the beach, Tafu and the others found a shady spot and gathered in a circle.

Gale's face was full of dejection and despair; no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't release even a single zero-circle cantrip.

"I suspect that right now even the most powerful Wizard, if nothing unexpected happens, probably also can't use a Spell to light a candle..."

Just like entering a dead magic zone.

But it isn't, because Gale can still sense the existence of the Weave, and knows very clearly the existence of his prepared Spells.

However... it just won't come out.

"Same here—"

Cleric Shadowheart sighed beside them, clearly looking like she had a Headache: "Seems completely unable to Spellcast."

She also encountered the same problem; after all this was Naturally so. Whether Cleric or Wizard, two different classes, the Caster Value they mastered could hardly bypass the Weave.

"..."

"..."

Both confirmed this piece of news, and the Mors Team instantly fell into wordless Silence.

Tafu and Astaldon looked at each other in dismay; at this moment, neither knew what to say.

Astaldon himself lost the interest to make sarcastic remarks; normally he might have been unable to resist, but right now he simply didn't have the Mood.

—Reality seems somewhat heavy.

The problems they already faced were terrible enough, forcing this group of people who didn't know each other, or had just met, to unite tightly.

Result: didn't expect that the Mors Team had just barely formed, had a mere Prototype, when immediately they suffered another heavy blow.

You know, the whole Mors Team currently only has four people.

Result: right now the Cleric and Wizard two are equivalent to directly going offline, losing their most core abilities, as if instantly character-wiped, turned into blank slates...

Only a Bard and a Rogue left, both very weak, how to handle this?

This kind of Mors Sudden heavy blow, even for a veteran Adventurer Group, is cripplingly heavy...

Let alone for this hastily established Mors Team, founded less than a day ago.

Originally a ragtag bunch, directly disbanding on the spot is a very likely thing.

"Why not find a place to camp first and see, in this state we definitely can't go far, at least need to figure out what exactly happened first."

Tafu finally Spoke, he looked around the Surroundings.

"Could it be because of the Mind Flayer Tadpole in our heads bringing changes? Affected our Spellcasting ability?"

He said this, then Paused, took a breath, and cited himself as an example: "Maybe the Tadpole's torture and destruction of my Brain, I've forgotten some previous things, only barely remember I'm a Baldurian..."

"But, about how I encountered the Mind Flayer, and how I was caught onto the Nautiloid, almost can't recall at all..."

"The only thing I can confirm is one point: I'm very weak now, lost many abilities, likewise almost unable to Spellcast..."

Toward the end, this Bard's Tone also carried some self-mockery and Headache.

After all, after the Mind Flayer Tadpole's destruction and character-wipe, he was almost as if hit by several Energy Absorption Techniques, just short of starting from scratch.

Current degree of weakness, just like when he first stepped onto this Road, hadn't even learned a cantrip yet, couldn't cast it either.

"..."

"..."

"Also possible, don't forget that thing in our heads, maybe the condition is deteriorating every moment?"

Shadowheart hesitated a moment, still agreed, face full of chills.

Who could stay calm facing this situation.

Especially knowing there's a worm in your head, seems whatever problem appears, blaming it on this is justified.

Seeing both companions leaning toward this view, even Gale couldn't help being Persuaded—

"Could that really be it? Our condition worsened just now?"

So in that Instant—

As pure Spellcaster classes, they completely lost Spells?

Although Reason told the Wizard, this should be a change brought by the Outside World, not an internal change.

Estimated inseparable from that sudden giant boom Vibration.

However, when people are at the end of their rope, they always inevitably try to grasp that thread of Falsehood hope, treating it as a lifeline.

Even a world-class Wizard is no Exception.

From Deepwater City's magic genius, a Wizard owning his own Mage Tower, called absolutely noble high status, fallen in one go to current terrible situation, Gale Of Course hopes to get everything back on track.

And to get everything back on track, besides these current companions, the only thing to count on is his own magic Mors Strength.

Mind Flayer Tadpole's destruction brought their power constantly lowering, finally completely losing Spellcasting ability...

—This sounds quite Despairing, but Actually there's still hope in the end.

—If the Outside World Environment underwent some huge change, that instead might be hopeless.

Because everyone else might have lost magic too, just like Gale said at the start, the most powerful Wizard can't even use a Spell to light a candle.

At that time, wanting to find help might not find anyone, because the Material Outer Planes might not have many people left who still master magic.

This is undoubtedly the most terrifying.

Gale also Subconsciously fears this possibility, somewhat Avoidant psychologically.

Mors People thus reached Consensus, and quickly shifted initial thinking, maintaining order of this newly founded yet already tottering small Mors Team.

Count as not disbanding on the spot, barely able to continue supporting each other onward.

Gale Subconsciously looked toward the distant Sky.

This Deepwater City Wizard's inner heart still could not completely settle down, remaining just as worry-filled.

There shouldn't be any problem, right……

After the catastrophe caused by Nesterel, what other madman would dare directly strike and shake the Weave's foundation?

Could it be that the "Goddess of Magic" is really this unlucky?

Whenever something major happens in this world, must she always be the first to be sacrificed?

How long has it been since the Chaos Year……

Recalling his own lover, who is already the third Goddess of Magic, Gale instantly felt his mouth turn somewhat dry and bitter.

………………

………………

The smaller the movement.

The bigger the matter.

Although on the surface, the Faerun Continent and even the entire Material Outer Planes have not undergone any changes.

There were no strange phenomena appearing in the sky, nor any heaven-collapsing earth-shattering events; everything seemed as if nothing had changed, therefore mortals also did not realize anything.

Most people only thought it was a bolt from the blue; although startled, once it passed it passed, not worth taking too much to heart.

Life must continue, days must also go on; ordinary people, where would they have the leisure to stop and consider those unrelated matters.

Only they would never have imagined——

This is merely just the beginning.

Deeper changes, longer-term influences, have all quietly begun at this moment, like a butterfly flapping its wings, which will one day in the future brew a giant storm, sweeping across the entire mortal world.

Even the Gods have been alarmed, casting their gazes down one after another.

Only unfortunately……

For now, can only be like this.

………………

Underdark.

The entire Arcane Tower is completely renewed, no longer its previous dilapidated state.

But as the price, its original owner probably also cannot recognize it.

After redesign by Arcane Geometry and Interstellar Nanotechnology concepts, this Mage Tower can completely be said to have swapped bird guns for cannons.

Although from appearance, it does not exceed the era by too much, this is merely a disguise.

This standing towering tower has been re-expanded a full twelve layers, surrounded by high outer walls, yet still can be seen from far away.

Just like a heavily guarded fortress.

Arcane Turrets on the high walls, dangerous plants outside, animated constructs disguised as statues…… etcetera etcetera, these defensive measures will surely bring unexpected surprises to intruders.

And even if there really is a high-level Legendary team, insisting on being stubborn, desperately breaking through regardless of cost into the high walls' defense line……

They would also be shocked to discover, this Mage Tower is actually a floating tower——

This is of course a visual illusion.

Strictly speaking, the Mage Tower did not fly up, but the lower half directly disappeared, leaving only the upper half.

So it gives a visual illusion, making one think it is suspended in mid-air.

Actually, the tower's lower half has been placed into a Demiplane. Only the tower's upper half remains in reality, but it is also protected by layers of rules, force fields, and chaotic spatial channels.

Normally, to enter the tower, one must find the tower's lower half to be able to enter.

However……

That is the most difficult part……

The Demiplane opened up not long ago has now expanded to a very vast extent, yet completely lacks any empty hollow feeling.

On the contrary, every inch of land, every inch of area in the entire Demiplane, has been one hundred percent utilized.

Unmanned factories roaring, automated production workshops, Automated Guardians patrolling every assembly line, maintaining the fiercely burning Magic Reactors……

Giant Nanomagic Alloy Furnaces occupy the largest area, one after another standing on the poured solid metal ground, like giant beasts crouching on the earth.

They continuously inhale and exhale energy and matter, then provide what seems like a continuous stream of construction consumables and production materials for all surrounding automated production facilities……

Undoubtedly, the entire Demiplane has in an extremely short time been transformed into an integrated automated production factory.

Highly advanced, self-sufficient, and extremely aggressive.

Imitating the Arcane Tower upper level's Automated Guardians, rapidly copying and updating technology, thereby manufacturing large numbers of Metal Golems, are serving as labor while also responsible for security work.

Wanting to traverse through such a closed mechanized forging Demiplane, find the Arcane Tower's correct entrance, is actually no different from soloing the entire Demiplane's defensive forces.

"Counterfeit Mithril Weapon production is very smooth, I am optimizing production capacity facilities……"

Gray Wind Miss gives report.

"Good, next first batch priority supply to Mingsala, let her arm the Supreme True God's team."

The Magic User calmly continues issuing commands——

"Then next step, start spreading information, portray the Planet-level Anti-Magic Field I previously raised as a Divine Miracle displayed by the Supreme True God……"

"It definitely doesn't want to become enemies with the World this fast, we have to give it a push……"

"Also let it draw some firepower."

(Chapter End)