Chapter 407

Nameless small island, this is an artificial floating island; it is in utter disorder, scattered stones everywhere, and a raging wind sweeps out.

A rich purple energy surge kept erupting from underground, gradually shrouding the entire sky; a despairing atmosphere weighed down the space, and the sun that had hung high in the sky slowly took on a black tint in the dazzling purple pillar, its light gradually swallowed by darkness.

Only the rim around the sun still faintly glowed, resembling a total solar eclipse where the moon temporarily blocks the sunlight, yet the crimson corona still pierced through the darkness.

: No.

Those who cling to this faint hope and, relying on their inner strength, overcome despair are called the mages of hope.

"It can only be considered a barely revived state; it seems the phantom is still insufficient to gain such immense magical power—has the magic feast failed?"

white-robed mage

Phantom

Gate

Gate possesses powerful magical power within; their internal magical power will, when the individual loses their spiritual support—that is, in a state of despair—give birth to a creature called a phantom.

Finally, Gate will die in despair, and the phantom will burst forth from the body, replacing the original self.

But if, in the process of utter despair, a sliver of hope in one's heart suppresses the phantom, one will not die; instead, the phantom within is transformed into the energy for casting magic—this is the process of becoming a mage.

Faced with people dying en masse and the process of monsters being born, the white-robed mage simply took a magic ring from behind the waist and placed it on the black-red waistband resembling a palm at the waist.

He wasn't preparing to destroy them; he was merely preparing to leave here. A brownish-yellow magic array sprang into existence from the void, engulfing the white mage's body.

Let these phantoms be dealt with by the newly born mage.

After several months, in the dim space, the white mage finally found a way to obtain sufficient immense magical power: using four mages as the focal points of an array, drawing their power to reopen the magic feast.

Tokyo

By sacrificing a city with a population of several tens of millions, the magical power thus gained should be able to successfully activate the Philosopher's Stone.

: No.

Scorching flames gathered entirely in midair into the shape of a firebird, shooting toward the shadow on the ground; the mushroom cloud produced by the huge explosion shot up into the sky.

The firelight sprayed outward, igniting the dry branches within the forest; the blaze quickly spread, engulfing this woodland, and in an instant the forest emitted a blinding light.

When Cao Zhenqingren looked up, the thick smoke from the surrounding mountain fires was already gradually staining the sky.

And the cause of all this is this phantom before him, whose graceful bearing carries a hint of ferocity, his whole body enveloped in crimson armor, on the hard leather-like armor faintly flowing firelight, he holds in his hand a long sword shrouded in flames.

"Is that all the magic trick ends with?" The Phoenix Specter looked at the four differently colored mages he had knocked down, raised his hand slightly, somewhat disappointed.

How was it killed by this guy before? Although he died once and then reborn becomes stronger, you also evolved from a solitary fire dragon into a different four-element form, but you are now so weak; it seems my evolution is faster than yours.

"If that's all, then give up." The Phoenix Specter pointed his sword tip at the fire-dragon-formed Cao Zhenqingren, "Hurry down to hell."

"Sorry, I won't easily give up, let alone to a specter that devours human hope." Cao Zhenqingren stood up, lightly tapped the dragon timer with his hand a few times, then placed it on the palm-shaped belt at his waist.

In an instant, Cao Zhenqingren's elemental avatars of different attributes each rose up, powerful magic bursting forth from their bodies; although they were merely avatars, they were likewise part of the magic dragon.

"FinalTimeAllDragon!"

In the astonished gaze of the Phoenix Specter, the four different elements merged into one.

The emerald wind transformed into soaring dragon wings, the heavy earth into sharp claws,

The flowing water became a long tail like a python, and finally the erupting fire formed a dragon head capable of spewing powerful pillars of flame.

At this moment, all magic gathered, forming Kamen Rider wizard Full Dragon Mode. The White Mage hiding aside, watching the battle, gazed at Cao Zhenqingren in Full Dragon state and silently sighed: "The first mage has finally been completed."

Last time, the human pillar used in the Magic Banquet was a mass-produced ghoul created by magic, so the Banquet's range only covered a small island; but this time, he intends to use a mage of this caliber.

Cao Zhenqingren awakened in Full Dragon state is ten times stronger than those ghouls.

Having a mage of this caliber serve as the human pillar will surely accomplish his plan.

"This is the last hope." Cao Zhenqingren uttered his final words, flapped his wings, and in an instant lunged at the Phoenix Specter.

The dragon head on his chest roared, emitting bursts of firelight.

"Then come on!" the Phoenix Specter let out a deafening cry, and fiery wings burst forth from his back, colliding with the Full Dragon wizard.

The two continually collided in midair, various elemental turbulence exploding in the sky; the constantly burning trees also went out one after another, the elemental chaos preventing any further combustion.

For the White Mage watching the battle, such a fight actually amounts to nothing.

Whether it's Cao Zhenqingren in Full Dragon mode, or one possessing the immortal rebirth Phoenix, he has many ways to defeat them.

But Cao Zhenqingren could achieve this scene in just a few short months, and he could be called a genius by him, but that's all.

Suddenly a burst of sound exploded in the sky, the two sides colliding like meteors; at this moment the Phoenix Specter let out an anguished cry.

The Phoenix Specter lowered his gaze to his abdomen, a sharp dragon claw piercing his body; the feeling of impending death once again filled his heart, yet he felt no fear at all.

"Haha, quite capable! But be careful—I will still revive." the Phoenix Specter kindly reminded.

Although it lost, it will surely win next time, full of confidence; when it revives again, it will use its reborn body to burn this dragon-form mage to ashes.

"I don't actually want to defeat you." Cao Zhenqingren said.

"What?" the Phoenix Specter suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Curse your immortal body." Cao Zhenqingren's dragon tail behind him lashed out hard, and immense power instantly shattered the Phoenix Specter's wings behind him.

The Phoenix Specter was directly propelled upward by this impact's force, four differently colored dragons slamming into it relentlessly until it was carried high into the sky.

Cold air swept past the Phoenix Specter, the horizon gradually brightened into an arc, and finally the whole Earth appeared; at this moment the extreme cold had turned into extreme heat, and the Phoenix Specter was hurled into the sun.

That eternal sun became the Phoenix Specter's desperate situation.

The White Mage waved his hand, summoning a magic circle, and left this place.

Now the battle no longer needs to be watched further; even if the Phoenix Specter possesses the ability to revive after death and grow stronger upon revival, facing the sun of 46 hundred million years, it will also die from mana depletion over such a long span, unless someone helps it.

As Cao Zhenqingren said, he no longer has a finale.

The White Mage returned to his base, where all his experimental materials and related data are stored; now the first human pillar sacrifice is complete, it's time to prepare the Solar Eclipse Ring in readiness to reopen the Magic Banquet.

But as he was about to take out the magic gem, he suddenly glanced at an empty corner; the mage's posture could sense many special things, and at the point of his gaze, the space suddenly fluctuated.

A grayish-white thing like a curtain appeared out of nowhere here, just like opaque glass.

A translucent scratch quickly spread, gradually showing water‑like ripples; in merely an instant it had already expanded to his secret base.

A person walked out from the gray‑white curtain, looking at him with a slightly interested gaze.

"A white mage—just my favorite color."

(End of chapter)