Return to the 37th Southern Post Tower (VI)

As he stepped into this dim room, the mage's brow frowned slightly. The smell of gunpowder in the air made him feel very uncomfortable. His eyes swept across the simple-decorated room, and Lin Xi saw the middle-aged mage squatting on the ground with magic circles carved.

In front of him was a crystal ball reflecting a red light. He walked over and gently brushed across the smooth surface of the crystal. The powerful power fluctuations inside told him what a terrible arcane power contained in the crystal ball.

Lin Xi's face changed slightly. How could there be such a powerful and terrifying thing here? This is not like a violent magical ability that ordinary people can master. If it really explodes, this crystal will definitely be enough to destroy everything in a radius of miles!

"Hey, boy, this thing can't be touched casually."

A voice sounded in Lin Xi's ears. Lin Xi turned his head and saw the middle-aged mage with a smile on his face. He had already carved the magic circle under his feet and stood up. "Even the intermediate mage who has understood his true name, he dared not touch this Isma core casually, because you will never know whether this terrible thing is in an unstable state."

"Isma core!" Lin Xi looked at the red crystal in surprise. In the transparent crystal, there were a few glimmer particles. But now after learning the name of this crystal, Lin Xi no longer had the idea of ​​underestimating it.

In the continent of Alanthea shrouded by the magic net, the mages must cast spells through the magic net, and the magic net is connected to the mage and the source sea. It is said that before the magic net was established, the ancient mages directly used the power of the source sea to cast spells. Among them, their peak was the glory created by the great arcane masters of the former Missafiven period, and in the far east, it was rumored that the ancient elf country Isma, which stood in the sky. For some reasons, these two powerful magic empires were submerged in the dust of history.

Coincidentally, the destruction of the former Misafiven and the Isma Empire was almost the same. The difference is that in those catastrophes, there was a great archangelist who did not die. He used the last thousand years of his life to continue the Misafiven civilization. The Isma Empire collapsed from the sky of ten thousand meters and turned into dust of history. Only in the oldest books can we see the record of the ancient elf's highest achievement - the City of Sky.

Although the Isma Empire was submerged in the dust of history, the energy core left by this powerful Magic France was cracked by the arcanes of the Later Missafiven Empire. They mass-produced this energy called the "Isma Core". Even when the magic net weaved the supernatural world, the Isma Core can still extract magic power directly from the source sea. Note that it is "direct". Therefore, the energy that the Isma Core can produce is definitely more than any energy storage.

It's just a pity that because of the interference of the Magic Net, it becomes very unstable and can easily explode. Once something with such terrible power explodes, the result will be disastrous. This is why the Isma core appears to be so useless after the Misafiven Empire was finally disintegrated after the mysterious rule of the magic Net compiled by the Magic Net.

As this middle-aged mage said, no one knows whether this core is stable, and no one knows when this core will explode.

"Don't worry, it's very stable now." The middle-aged mage smiled and patted Lin Xi's shoulder. Lin Xi smiled slightly and said, "I thought this was to repair the magic crystal, but I didn't know that this magic crystal was actually the core of Isma... This is too dangerous, right?"

"Danger? Of course not. As long as the Isma core is not super-powered, it is generally quite stable." The middle-aged mage shook his head. He looked at the red crystal, and a hint of fanaticism revealed in his expression. "Every time I see it, I will think of the amazing past of the Isma Empire. It was really the most brilliant era of magic, the city of the sky that never falls, the mechanical creations hovering over the sky, the puppets who can fight against gods, and the eternal and immortal elf king... They created too many miracles, but finally fell under the pace of the twelve saints."

Lin Xi heard that he had a little understanding of it. Isma's era was too old. Although he knew it carefully, he actually didn't know much, but he just knew it was a glorious era.

Does this... have anything to do with the plot of the Holy Gate?

Looking at the core of Isma in front of him, Lin Xi silently recited in his heart.

"Okay, young man. You are the mage who comes here to help me repair the magic crystal, right? My name is Emund Rosia, and I am the left-behind mage here."

"Just call me Victor." Lin Xi said with a smile.

"Enough nonsense, let's start working." Eimmond smiled slightly, "Isma core wasted a lot of power in the battle just now. If I don't repair it, I'm worried that it might be difficult to maintain high-power output."

"Where do we need to repair?" Lin Xi looked down at the magic array set up by Emund. The red array map kept absorbing the power of Isma's core, providing energy to the magic cannon below.

If it weren't for the three magic cannons below that constant "Fireball Technique", this whistle tower would have probably fallen long ago.

"The three lines on the left need to be repaired, please help me transport the tools."

Eimmond said this. Lin Xi's skill "using magic devices" is only at level 2, so such a complex array diagram is only at level 1. Of course, this does not prevent him from helping the middle-aged mage to use tools, which is very simple.

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Time passed slowly. When the sun was about to set, a fierce bell interrupted Lin Xi and Emund who were working. The two mages just stopped their work and heard a roar of beasts outside. Lin Xi stood in front of the window and looked down, and some ugly and hideous monsters rushed over. They held simple weapons, their eyes were red, and they ran, jumped, and roared regardless of everything.

The archers on the whistle tower pulled open their bowstrings and shot several ogres as soon as the beasts rushed up. Lin Xi heard a sound from behind him. He turned his head, but saw that Eimmond had begun to prepare for the magic cannon to fire the fireball.

"You leave first," said Eimmond. "There is a battle here, and there is a better position for you below."

"I see."

After saying that, Lin Xi pushed open the wooden door and ran under the tower.

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