Chapter 156: Divine Spellcraft

The surging, tumultuous magical power circulates within Naimi Xisi's body, passes through the white mage's staff in the stomach and is swiftly transformed into pure energy tinged with a hint of golden light.

The Spell Model rapidly constructs within the Magic Net, endless magical power pours in from the Magic Net.

Boom—!!

In an instant, the earth quaked and mountains shook.

On the east side of the valley, the area covered by the spell, the ground trembled and a mountain tens of thousands of meters wide rose from the earth, crushing the cliff walls with overwhelming force.

That wasn't all; as Naimi Xisi's will shifted, the nearly hundred‑meter‑high peak instantly split into two, a massive fissure extending across the land.

Here lies the full power of Earthshaking Technique in its amplified state.

But the divine spell goes further; the spell infected by the war messenger Zharthek's divine aura underwent a mutation.

Countless blood‑stained swords sprouted densely from the mountain, and countless blood‑stained hands crawled out of the fissure, a terrifying necrotic aura lingering within the area affected by Earthshaking Technique.

The mountain turned into a death‑laden, ghostly forest of swords, the fissure became a river of blood, and faint sounds of magma and wailing emanated from a demonic cavern.

Tsk tsk.

Naimi Xisi clicked his tongue, muttering how evil a deity Zharthek is, and how the spell style infected by his divinity is overly sinister.

Even the war god of Frelen isn't that exaggerated.

Compared to war, annihilation probably suits Zharthek better.

The power of divine Earthshocking Technique is undeniably terrifying; Naimi Xisi feels this place has become a permanently existing zone like Sacred Abode, and as long as Naimi Xisi doesn't withdraw the magic, it can persist.

However, Juan Ce Long dislikes such a nauseating scenery, and if they persist any longer, the refugees might be terrified to death.

【7】 (Note: line number repeated inadvertently; corrected)

Glancing back at the kneeling Niksalan who were prostrating and begging for mercy, Naimi Xisi helplessly shook his head, waved a hand and cancelled the spell.

The nauseating landscape formed by swords and blood hands vanished, but the altered terrain remained, so Naimi Xisi had to cast the ordinary Earthshaking Technique again to repair the basin's edge.

The white mage's staff's power pleased Naimi Xisi, yet Zharthek's power style was a bit "over the top"; unless absolutely necessary, Naimi Xisi won't use it before upright folks.

Feeling the energy of the white mage's staff inside his body drop by a third, Naimi Xisi began testing the Artifact's third function.

The magical power kept burning, spell points plummeted, and the white mage's staff instantly refilled its consumed power.

Hmm, roughly equivalent to ten highest‑ring spell slots.

Naimi Xisi closed his eyes, sensed, and concluded that charging a divine spell once requires him to burn at least ten High‑ring Spell Slots.

As a level‑12 curse guardian, Naimi Xisi needs to burn 110 spell points to fully charge the energy.

And as his level rises, the cost continuously increases.

Divine spells are powerful, but the price isn't something ordinary people can handle.

Except for those quasi‑gods, who else can spare so many Spell Slots to amplify a spell.

Naimi Xisi flew back to the valley; his massive body just landed, and Walo Sang scampered over.

"Master, those Niksalan have completed the course; do you think the construction of the Mage Tower can now be scheduled?"

Naimi Xisi was a bit surprised; he hadn't expected these natives to be so clever—within just over twenty days they'd already finished reading 'Introduction to Magic Runes'.

"Not yet," Naimi Xisi thought for a moment and rejected it. "The materials for building the Mage Tower should be as hard as possible, so they can effectively resist physical siege methods."

Recalling his past‑life notes on concrete, Naimi Xisi had an idea.

"That stuff is cheap and hard!"

Unfortunately, Naimi Xisi's previous life wasn't in civil engineering, so he didn't know how concrete was made.

He only roughly knew that concrete's raw ingredients are cement, sand, stone, and water—very cheap and common.

Thinking on the spot, Naimi Xisi immediately called out to Walo Sang, saying this arduous task could only be entrusted to this former construction professional.

"Cement, sand, stone, water? Master, are you teasing me? How can those create that so‑called concrete? And be so hard?"

Walo Sang looked bewildered, scoffing as he refused.

"If I may say, Master, why not just use granite? It's solid and durable, harder than ordinary stone, and there's a volcano nearby with a Niksalan‑run mine that's been harvesting it for sale."

"Granite?" Naimi Xisi's mind flickered; that seemed better.

That stone is indeed far sturdier than concrete, though pricey, since it only occurs near volcanoes; if Naimi Xisi wants to use it for the Mage Tower, he'd likely need to spend four or five hundred thousand gold coins on materials.

"Ahem, fine, put the concrete plan on hold; but you must keep experimenting to see if you can forge a cheap yet sturdy material, and for now go purchase that granite."

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Walo Sang forced a wry smile, accepted the task, and went to deal with the bandits at the mine, which was better than researching that ethereal concrete.

Where on earth did this huge dragon come from, always dreaming up strange things.

Walo Sang sighed, returned home to prepare his soft gear before heading to the mine.

Naimi Xisi was also generous; with a grand gesture he painfully removed a dragon scale, carving the Spell Model of Teleportation onto it.

"If anything comes up, use this to run back," Naimi Xisi handed the dragon‑scale scroll to Walo Sang.

Walo Sang accepted the dragon scale with moved eyes, for he had seen the blood that dripped when the great dragon tore off the scale.

Although Naimi Xisi's body had grown considerably, the scale swelled likewise; the piece he gave Walo Sang was about the size of a washbasin, incredibly hard.

This was his first time extracting his own scale to make a Spell Scroll; before, relying on the Mind Gem's amplification and his many Spell Slots, he never needed to stockpile scrolls like ordinary mages.

Moreover, the scroll's material is very expensive!

Compared with spending precious gold, his own scales regrow quickly!

Saving a bit here, a bit there, that's how the dragon's tiny treasury is saved!

If he didn't use his own scales, the stingy dragon wouldn't bother buying monster pelts to make scrolls.

At times like this, Naimi Xisi began to miss his many Dependents in the Yinbu Tu Kingdom.

Otherwise, a squad of Dark Elves could simply escort Walo Sang.

However, Naimi Xisi isn't completely without options.

After giving the scroll to Walo Sang, he went to the newly‑made cave and woke the sleeping Rain Dragon, ordering it to follow Walo Sang to the mine.

Of course, guarding is secondary; the Rain Dragon's primary duty is to carry the purchased granite back.

A noble great dragon wouldn't lift a finger to be a mover!

(End of chapter)