Chapter 430: with translation of chapter title

Under such a death threat, Drake, who had knelt on the ground, suddenly stood up.

It raised its head to look at the swiftly approaching assault flying kick, the golden scales on its body all ignited in flames, like a self-igniting torch, then it fiercely swung and threw a punch at the white mage in the air.

Only if he truly wanted to die would he open his chest without any reaction to meet this blow.

As long as he still has a breath, this ritual is not a failure; he will gain unmatched power in this ritual, seize the Philosopher's Stone, and become the king of all phantoms! "Bang!"

The two attacks, each containing terrifying power, finally collided fiercely in the next moment.

However, this struggle did not last long; the white mage's figure suddenly pierced the golden phantom, and his pure white robes fluttered like a cape in the wind from the explosion.

"Impossible, my plan hasn't even started…" Drake's body paused slightly, and with his trembling hand he reached toward the flashing sun in the sky.

He only knew that the white mage's strength was strong, but he never imagined he couldn't even block a single move; such a gap is truly enormous.

If the ritual is completed, perhaps there is still hope of obtaining the Philosopher's Stone.

The explosion's firelight gradually lit up behind the white mage, and the golden mage's monstrous form was also blown to pieces in the firelight.

"Have we eliminated him?" After crawling on the ground for a while, Cao Zhengren finally stood up from the grass.

To block that powerful lightning attack, he consumed a large amount of magic power, leaving him without even the strength to straighten his body just now.

He could only watch the two mages' battle with his eyes, unable to help at all.

"No, the surrounding magic circle hasn't been dispelled; I don't sense his death." Jiang Xia stared fixedly at the explosion site, his brow slightly furrowed beneath his mask.

He did not absorb any magic power, and the golden mage's dial likewise did not appear.

This shows he is not dead yet.

"Crack!"

The next second, a bright corona broke through the scarlet rift in the sky — it was a new round sun.

The huge orange sphere burst forth with dazzling light, illuminating the earth.

On the altar bearing the original pattern of the white mage, Teki Mokure slowly opened his bright eyes.

Her resurrection ritual had already been completed by Jiang Xia, and the dazzling light awakened her from sleep.

The light from the round sun dragged clear shadows onto several people's bodies, as if they were wrapped in a gauze woven from sunlight.

"Is that… the sun?" Cao Zhengren stared blankly at the huge fireball hanging in the sky that dispelled the night.

"Is this also part of magic?" "No, my feeling tells me it's not the sun but a huge orange magic gem." Jiang Xia stared at the sky, a flicker of realization crossing his eyes.

Golden mage, plus the huge magic gem — from these two words we can infer a third keyword: the world within the magic gem.

Before possessing the power of the Philosopher's Stone, the golden mage could not use the creation of magic rings to establish a magic kingdom world.

He chose to summon a world extremely similar to his dream; this magic gem possesses not the world of the Knight War, but another inverted world.

Just like a world reflected in a mirror, everything will be inverted.

At this moment, Jiang Xia saw through the warm light some conditions inside the magic gem: a purple mage was waving his silver-white spear-sword, battling some mass-produced yellow mages whose gem faces were composed of three claws.

The purple mage's combat strength is clearly far greater than that of the mass-produced yellow mages wielding long spears; even against many, he feels no fear.

The next moment, the huge sphere suddenly burst forth with a pillar of light, shooting at extreme speed toward where the golden mage had exploded. "I really almost got killed by you." At the center of the light pillar, Drake's phantom gradually appeared; he looked at the magic gem in the sky and said, "White mage, next time we meet, the Philosopher's Stone in your hand will surely be mine."

Having said that, the previously calmed magic circle reactivated, and a vast lavender storm violently swept up Jiang Xia, Cao Zhengren, and the just-awakened Mokure.

Drake's phantom also vanished within the storm.

"Mokure!" Cao Zhengren, caught in the strong wind, reached out in the storm, trying to grasp Mokure floating in midair.

However, in this state without transformation, no matter how he stretched his hand, he always fell just short.

After all, without using magic, a mage is merely human, and humans can do nothing against a raging tornado.

At that very instant, a golden magic circle swiftly appeared behind them; the two who had been blown away simultaneously hovered in midair, as if some force were holding them.

"Hold on to me, don't get blown apart." Jiang Xia suddenly appeared between the two, taking one hand each, just like children holding hands.

This way we can ensure they will land at the same spot.

Jiang Xia could have stayed out, but he had no intention of letting the enemy go; he would find a way to press the enemies to death in their coffins, preventing them from causing further trouble.

Let you and those behind you go see King Yama together!

The area enveloped by the storm was like those faded oil paintings, gradually losing its original appearance as it was covered by the hollow, deep void.

Finally, the last few people completely vanished into this darkness.

Pure white doves fluttered in the azure sky, the sun shedding a golden halo that swayed over the clear, beautiful heavens.

Under the brilliant golden sunlight, from the reflection in the glass one could see the crowds on the street, and every person's hand bore a gleaming ring.

This is the world of the magic gem, a world nearly identical in appearance to a modern city but not centered on technology.

On the quiet rooftop, only the whoosh of the breeze flowing through the high air could be heard; Jiang Xia sat on the edge of the rooftop with his hands braced behind him on the ground, feeling the ubiquitous wind bringing those tedious and noisy sounds.

The tedious information gradually broke down into short messages; Jiang Xia slowly opened his eyes, his light-brown irises seeming to take on a bright hue in the sunlight.

He gazed at the building standing in the city's center; the reflection in his eyes faintly refracted the rainbow encircling the building's exterior, while around him multitudes of people flew in the sky.

However, unlike growing wings or flying prone like Superman, they flew by riding brooms, using magic.

What's more astonishing is that even the buses drift along in midair.

It's as if the concept of technology has been completely replaced by magic.

"A truly… world where everyone is a mage?" Jiang Xia muttered while staring at the building.

The golden mage is not dead; given that the magic circle is still running, he had vaguely guessed someone in this world was helping him, and now it's merely confirmed — his attacks are not so easy to block.

When the golden mage was shattered into pieces, someone in the magic stone world he had summoned used exactly the same magic as him to keep the magic circle running.

The person helping the golden mage should be hiding somewhere here; according to rumors, the rules governing this world and the magic kingdom are largely the same, except there are some interesting differences here.

Jiang Xia stood up, walked toward the two people unconscious in the center of the rooftop, squatted down, and gently patted them.

"Hmm~" After opening her eyes, Mokure felt a bit dazed, but upon seeing Jiang Xia she froze for a second, then her confusion faded; she spoke softly: "White mage?"

"Mm, welcome back to life, Mokure." (End of chapter)