Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

To better convey the information, the Star Spirit that followed directly projected a certain scene into their minds through telepathy.

A flag combining a magic staff and a book.

This was the symbol of the "Mage Nation."

From the Star Spirit's perspective, Reji and the apostles could see countless flickering spots of light densely packed within the vast territory of the Mage Nation.

Zooming in further, these spots of light were the people living in the Mage Nation.

Among them were hawking merchants, travel-worn adventurers, tailors weaving cloth, bakers baking bread, guards holding iron swords, even lavishly dressed nobles, and mage councilors wearing magic robes.

The size of each person's spot of light was different.

For merchants, tailors, servants, or chefs, the spots of light were relatively faint, about the size of a grain of rice, while for adventurers, guards, and nobles, the spots of light were larger.

And the brightest, with the largest and brightest spots of light, were the mages of the Mage Nation.

From this, it was not difficult to see that these spots of light represented the respective magical power levels within these humans.

Although the size and brightness of the spots of light varied, what was the same for almost everyone in the Mage Nation was that at the ends of these spots of light, they were all drawn and connected by a faint, barely visible thin thread.

And the other end of the thin threads all converged to a unified source and endpoint.

The Psionic Wall.

It seemed that this wall was woven from these hundreds of millions of thin threads, creating such an indestructible, magnificent wall that covered the entire empire's territory.

This was just the beginning.

Under the Star Spirit's intention, demon race members began to appear on the other side of this Psionic Wall in the illusory scene.

In the blink of an eye, an army of over a million demons had already arrived at the foot of the city. Discover more stories at m v l e mpyr

And the nine demon apostles leading them were floating in the air.

The sixth apostle here was still the Wicked Demon Lordan, not Vielsia.

And the Succubus Apostle was not Eileen, but another one that Reji did not recognize.

Obviously, the high-ranking Star Spirit here had conjured these demons based on its previous memories of the demon race. Vielsia definitely did not exist at that time. As for the Succubus...

Every time the demon race invaded a new world, they needed to summon a new Demon King. Correspondingly, the old Succubus Apostle would perish along with the old Demon King.

And the new Succubus born from their union would inherit the apostle's seat to assist the next new Demon King, repeating this cycle over and over.

These were all things that players could not understand in the first playthrough of the game. Now that Reji had inherited the Demon King's legacy, he became familiar with more of the internal workings of the demon race.

In the next scene, the Star Spirit directly let the Sorcery Demon Dian begin chanting.

Immensely powerful magic, capable of destroying heaven and earth, was rapidly gathering on the Sorcery Demon's scepter, and even the sky changed color, covered by a layer of crimson shadow.

Immediately after, the crimson sky was torn apart, and countless meteors burning with raging flames began to fall to the earth, smashing towards that Psionic Wall.

Super-tier Magic - Meteor Swarm.

Each scorching, burning meteor was equivalent to the impact of a 7th-tier spell. Just the scattering of the meteor fragments could create deep craters where they landed, showing how great their impact was.

Finally, the two sides collided, and a strong magical fluctuation erupted on the Psionic Wall. The entire wall trembled immensely under the super-tier magic, and the towering flames instantly engulfed and covered the entire wall surface.

However...

As the effect of the super-tier magic gradually faded and the light of the flames dissipated, what was revealed was still that Psionic Wall, unscathed, without even half a trace of damage on the wall surface.

Everything comes at a price.

When Reji turned the scene back and shifted his gaze from the Psionic Wall back to the Mage Nation side, he could see that in a small portion of the large area of flickering spots of light in the Mage Nation, there was a noticeable dimming.

Those thin threads connected to the wall broke one after another, and on the other end, the spots of light within the residents' bodies, as if they had finished supplying magical power to the Psionic Wall, were completely drained.

These people who had lost their "spots of light" began to deteriorate rapidly. Although magical power could not be utilized and turned into spells for ordinary people, it was still a kind of life force, a necessity for sustaining life.

Now, although there were no visible injuries on the outside, their internal flesh and blood withered and lost vitality due to the loss of magical power. In less than half an hour, they went from being a healthy person to a vegetative walking corpse.

The Sorcery Demon's single super-tier spell just now had directly turned about three towns into dead towns, with no living people left at all.

But in return, the current Psionic Wall remained crystal clear, continuing to protect the empire behind it, keeping all the demon armies at bay.

In fact, if one looks at it purely from the rate of return, it was undoubtedly very profitable.

After all, let alone a super-tier spell, it would not be a problem to destroy a city, but now, relying on the connection and unification of these "thin threads," concentrating their power together, it only cost three towns to cancel out the super-tier spell.

No wonder the Star Spirit earlier told the demon apostles that it was absolutely impossible to break through the Psionic Wall.

Seeing that the super-tier spell had no effect, the demon army on the simulated battlefield chose to launch a strong attack. Countless demons began to use various means to damage the Psionic Wall.

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