Chapter 1966 - 1055: What Do You Mean the [Magic] Divine Position Is with You? (2)

Chapter 1966: Chapter 1055: What Do You Mean the [Magic] Divine Position Is with You? (2)

As a disciple of Lord Stephens, he is also extremely familiar with Space Magic.

Starting from the Golden Mage level, one can begin to try engaging with spells like Space Transmission.

However, Space Magic is generally quite unstable. To use it, one must make various preparations in advance, which is why very few mages can use Space Transmission in battle.

To skillfully use Space Transmission to counter sudden dangers is generally something only a Legendary Mage can achieve.

"There’s no other choice in this matter."

Stephens shook his head and looked at Lis, saying:

"Currently, there hasn’t been a similar situation found outside Jonas City, but if this shadow appears outside, especially on the Abyss Battlefield, then there will be significant trouble."

"So, how exactly is this shadow immune to Magic influence?"

Tarinda’s expression was somewhat confused:

"After receiving your message, I also researched quite a lot of materials, but found nothing."

"I believe it might be related to some Evil God."

Stephens did not hide and openly shared his speculation:

"Below the Divine, even if there is a method I do not know, it shouldn’t be completely unaffected by my own Magic Power."

"Only beings above the Divine might master such special means, and surely not a weak Divine."

"This situation is somewhat similar to the seal of a Divine Country."

"Moreover, the Abyss Blood Battle is at a critical stage. If it’s a means prepared by some Evil God, now would be the most appropriate time to use it."

"Teacher, do you have someone in mind?"

Lis looked at Stephens, pondered for a moment, and asked directly:

"Not yet."

"If it were before, I might suspect Demogorgon or other Evil Gods with Powerful Divine Power."

"After all, they have existed for countless ages and might secretly master similar means."

"Of course, there’s another possibility, which is the ’Magic’ Divine Position."

"’Magic’ Divine Position?"

Tarinda looked at Stephens with some surprise, not expecting him to mention this suddenly.

"The ’Magic’ Divine Position has disappeared for such a long time, and it seems there’s no known ability like this."

"However, there are very few records left about the ’Magic’ Divine Position and Mistra. If indeed influenced by the ’Magic’ Divine Position, I think it’s more likely."

"The ’Magic’ Divine Position has disappeared for so long; if acquired by someone, it’s most likely to be some Divine."

"...Makes sense."

Lis was somewhat dumbfounded; he naturally understood why Stephens would suspect this.

After all, with the disappearance of the Magic Net Goddess Mistra, the ’Magic’ Divine Position has been lost for an extremely long time.

Moreover, as the source of Magic Power, the ’Magic’ Divine Position could potentially influence any spell.

Given the circumstance Stephens encountered, suspecting the ’Magic’ Divine Position fell into some Divine’s hands also makes sense.

But Lis knew very well that the ’Magic’ Divine Position was in his hands.

So, Stephens’s speculation should be invalid...

Thinking this, Lis suddenly realized something and looked up abruptly.

"What’s wrong?"

Tarinda noticed Lis’s oddity and asked somewhat curiously.

"I think what the teacher said is very possible."

Lis stood up and said:

"However, currently the ’Magic’ Divine Position is with me."

"I also agree Stephens is correct... Wait! What did you say?!"

Tarinda naturally nodded, then suddenly turned back to look at Lis.

"You said... the ’Magic’ Divine Position is with you now?!"

At this moment, even Stephens, who understood many special aspects of Lis, looked at Lis with extreme shock.

He had just speculated the ’Magic’ Divine Position was with some Evil God, yet his disciple sitting beside him told him:

Teacher, your speculation is reasonable, but it might be incorrect...

Because the ’Magic’ Divine Position has already been acquired by me.

Who would have thought this?

And this is not some Legendary Equipment; this is the ’Magic’ Divine Position!

For a moment, even as the Second Speaker and the Third Speaker of the Pan-Continent Mage Association, Stephens and Tarinda were too shocked to speak.

"Moreover, I seem to have guessed why Lord Osiris did not appear."

Lis smiled bitterly as he spoke to the two councilmen in front of him.

...

It’s been a few days since Yor’s disappearance,

Cole’s mood has grown increasingly restless during these days, yet he restrained his anxious feelings and first handled all matters of the ’Source of All Magic’.

He initially thought that the intervention of the Second Speaker Stephens should pose no problem.

But soon, Cole discovered the matter might not be as simple as he thought.

After days had passed, as a disciple of Lis, Cole could know more secrets than others.

The result was he discovered that even Stephens didn’t seem to have a good solution, leading both the association and Jonas City to raise surveillance and inspections to the highest level during these days.

This even led to many speculations, but under the appeasement of the association and the ’Source of All Magic,’ it didn’t cause any trouble.

However, Cole, anxious about Yor’s safety, could wait no longer.

After handling the matters at hand, Cole hurried to the alley where Yor disappeared.

For some reason, Cole had a premonition that Yor might still be waiting for him there.

...

The overcast sky pressed heavily over Jonas City, enveloping the entire city in a cold, desolate gray haze.

The sudden disturbances and series of disappearance cases in the city, like a boulder thrown into a tranquil lake, stirred the entire city into a state of panic.

The bustling streets and alleys of the past were now deserted, even the wind sweeping across corners carried a hint of melancholy.

Cole stood at the entrance of the alley where Yor disappeared, his fingertips tightly clutching a leather bag filled with Magic Items, his gaze glumly directed towards the alley.

This narrow alley was no different from when he investigated a few days ago, the walls built of gray bricks appeared somewhat old.

The stone steps at the entrance were worn out into shallow grooves, having not been tread upon for days, covered with a thin layer of dust, adding to the desolation in the overcast gloom.

There seemed to be a cold dampness constantly seeping from the gaps between the bricks, mixed with a trace of indistinct murky aura, clinging to Cole’s ankles, adding to the already solemn atmosphere.

Cole came prepared this time.

Suspended from his waist was a Protective Pendant tainted with Purification Magic, and his pocket was packed with Magic Crystal Stones for detecting invisibility and tracking aura, with his fingertips still holding the lingering magic glow.

He had paused at the alley entrance for a long time, casting buff spells over and over on himself.

The Anti-Magic Barrier blocked evil influences, Hidden Breath concealed his own presence, danger pre-warning detected surroundings...

Despite being enveloped in layers of magic, he did not relax in the slightest.

He understood clearly that Lord Stephens had previously carried out a thorough investigation here using High-level magic.

That lord’s spell mastery far surpassed his own; any hint caught by magic had already been explored.

Trying to find any oversight with spells he mastered would only be futile.

For this very reason, Cole resolutely abandoned relying on Magic and chose the method that is most cumbersome and exhausting for a mage.

He intended to examine each inch with the naked eye and meticulously probe every place with his fingertips.

Even if he had to dig three feet into the ground, he was determined to uncover any clue about Yor’s disappearance.

Steadying himself, Cole slowly crouched down, knees bending slightly, he squatted on the ground at the alley entrance.

He began checking from the outermost bricks; the rough, blue-gray bricks with surfaces covered in dense cracks and convex sand grains pricked his fingertips, lightly aching his finger pads as he caressed them.

He dared not overlook any detail: the dust and straw embedded in stonemasonry gaps, the dark green moss growing at wall corners, shallow footprints pressed into the ground, the mottled scrap marks on walls...

All these he examined closely, his pupils shrinking as if trying to engrave every anomaly into his eyes.

His movements were extremely slow, extremely light, as though afraid to disturb the presence lurking within the alley.