Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

Chapter 648: Chapter 633: Spirit Lake Teleportation_3 Chapter 648: Chapter 633: Spirit Lake Teleportation_3 Beale stubbornly stayed nearby, constantly pulling Templer to ease the relationship. As a result, he suffered again, getting caught by the sorcerer’s wave of a hand and locked into a barrier constructed from space, becoming an experimental subject delivered to the door.

Templer showed a look of ‘as expected,’ for the Lord had specially emphasized this point.

If you don’t court death, you won’t suffer!

Putting aside someone’s courting death experience, as time passed day by day, Ivan’s understanding of space deepened, and the spirit lake of another dimension also became increasingly clear. He didn’t rush to activate the teleportation, delighting in continuing his research.

At the same time, their relationship with the Anti-Saint Light Alliance became more harmonious, allowing them to gather a lot of hidden information.

The Anti-Saint Light Alliance actually had three Ancient Kings of Level 5. However, besides the apparent leader Debra, the other two never showed up. Only Debra could be contacted, making them profoundly hidden.

In the Mad Beast Kingdom, the Beastmen primarily believed in two types of gods, one being the War God, and the other the Beast God.

The War God faction was neutral.

The Beast God faction included the golden pygmaeus Beale, the Swan people of the Smai Tribe Ou Rui, the Elephant people of the Orelaph Tribe Geoffrey, and the Behemoth Lord Batus.

These two factions govern the vast Beastmen nation.

However, from the attitude of Beale’s group, it’s not hard to analyze that the seemingly neutral War God faction isn’t trustworthy, and both sides maintain only a superficial harmonious relationship, with strict precautions in secret.

Time flew by.

More than half a year passed.

Ivan remembered he had to attend to serious business, reluctantly putting down his research, and informed Debra about the impending activation of the teleportation array.

Debra was overjoyed and soon arranged companions to travel with him through the teleportation.

“Do you have anything to say?”

Ivan glanced at the three in front of him, consisting of the Tide King Debra herself, the golden pygmaeus Beale, and the Fallen Knight Monroe, with Beale far less active than usual.

“No.” Debra shook her head decisively.

“Alright, then let’s go.” Ivan didn’t say much; he knew well that he couldn’t gain the trust of the Anti-Saint Light Alliance group, and it was understandable that they wouldn’t be willing to clarify certain issues.

For now, he could only remain unchanged, and he too had made arrangements.

“Rumble, rumble, rumble.”

In the next moment, under his control, the surrounding violent forces immediately became orderly, each assuming its position, coalescing to draw upon the power of space, gradually forming an exceedingly deep teleportation tunnel.

This scene left the people around feeling ashamed; compared to this technique, their means of teleportation were indeed too crude, without any comparison.

“Go!”

Ivan didn’t bother with much else; once the teleportation tunnel opened, he signaled the three to follow him closely.

In an instant, the four of them fell backward into the path below. As the deep and winding passage continued, the tunnel, which initially appeared smaller, was actually more spacious than expected, allowing easy passage.

“The Blood of Curse has changed; won’t you say something?”

At this moment, Templer’s consciousness returned to his body, and when approaching the other side, he keenly noticed the changes within him, his face turning unpleasant.

“Are you Templer? There’s no harm in telling you. According to ancient records, after entering that dimension, although we won’t suffer from the Curse of Burning Demon, we cannot break free either, and will also endure the lock of the Chasing Wind Curse. In other words, we are likely to face the personal pursuit of the Father of Holy Light.”

This time, Debra didn’t hide anything and revealed another transformation regarding the Blood of Curse.

Another piece of bad news.

Templer’s face turned even more sullen upon hearing this. Fortunately, he wasn’t alone; thinking of the Lord, he felt much calmer. A mere tracking curse was nothing; as long as he could contact the Lord, everything would be resolved.

The other side of the teleportation passage was getting closer and closer. The two parties watched there with their own concerns, not daring to relax for a moment.