Iolum looked 'shocked': "It's you."

Galleons:............

"You have already guessed it."

"Stop pretending."

Garon ruthlessly exposed Iolum's poor acting skills.

Iolum scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

After a few seconds, he asked curiously: "What are you doing? I remember that when I first met you, you were inquiring about the Imasca Empire."

Jialongyi simply said: "It's just because of some personal grudges."

Iolum nodded and did not continue to ask.

He lamented: "For such a large empire, it is said that it has a history of more than 6,000 years, but now it is destroyed at any time. It is really an unpredictable fate."

The Grand Arcanist looked at Garen and said, "But you are really powerful."

"It was actually able to destroy a magic empire that was at its peak."

Garen was not happy.

This sounds like he cheated the Imasca Empire for his own selfish gain. He just slightly accelerated the destined fate of the Imasca Empire. After all, the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain.

"Let me clarify, the Imasca Empire's demise was caused by itself."

"With or without me, its ending will be the same."

Iolum nodded repeatedly and said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, I believe what you say."

Others don't know the future direction. They only know that it was Garen who destroyed the Pyramid of Magical Weapons and attracted the arrival of the Saint. Therefore, they are sure that Garen is one of the root causes of the empire's destruction.

Garen stretched his dragon wings and didn't take this matter to heart.

If the remaining Imaskans regard him as a target of revenge, Garen will welcome it.

After that, Garen and Iolum began to talk about some magic and arcane topics. One person and one dragon gradually became focused, and time passed quietly until the color of dusk replaced the morning light, shrouding the world in the sunset.

At this moment, Iolum stopped his discussion with Garen and said: "It's almost time."

He was referring to the launch of the first floating city.

"Netheril's first floating city will rise tonight, floating in the wind and clouds."

"I'll wait and see." Gallon said.

Next, Iolum flew towards a mountain range in the south, wrapped in the radiance of the spell.

One after another, figures with elemental auras shining on their bodies followed closely behind.

They were all arcanists attracted by the news about the floating city.

As for ordinary people...if they don't have arcanists to carry them, they can only stay in the city and watch the arcanists leave helplessly.

Garen also wanted to see the floating city.

If nothing else happens, the glorious Netheril Empire will have majestic floating cities one after another in the future. This is the foundation of their empire.

Witnessing the progress of history and the rise and fall of civilizations with his own eyes is what he loves.

Soon, the arcanists and dragons arrived at their destination.

Nether Mountains.

This is the largest mountain range in Netheril. It is directly named after the word Netheril. There are mountains thousands of meters high in it. The mountains are undulating and covered with dense forests.

Now many arcanists have doubts in their minds.

What was Iolum doing taking them to this kind of mountain range?

Could it be that the floating city is now built in the mountains...... Many arcanists are thinking.

However, this question soon got an answer.

After flying for another ten minutes, Iolum stopped.

A mountain roughly three thousand meters high appeared in Garon's field of vision.

The shape of this mountain is quite special.

It is not as rugged and steep as other mountains. It has a conical shape as a whole, with a huge base circumference, hundreds of kilometers long, and is dotted with green woods.

"Where's the floating city?"

Garen looked around and asked.

He saw no trace of the city.

With a proud look on his face, Iolum pointed to the nearest mountain and said, "This is it."

Garen was slightly startled.

The arcanists behind Iolum and the silver dragon were also stunned.

"Stop joking about calling a mountain a city. Where is it?"

Iolum looked at the mountains, smiled slightly, and said: "I'm not kidding, this is the carrier of the floating city I chose."

While speaking, the Grand Arcanist lowered his altitude and landed at the bottom of the mountain under the gaze of everyone.

at the same time.

The magic network began to vibrate violently.

Countless elemental energies began to gather towards Iolum's body. It was already night, but countless elemental lights reflected the place as if it were daytime.

In the obscure and solemn chanting of Iolum's spells, Garen could clearly feel that the magic network was somewhat overwhelmed.

Knock, click, click... The magic network suffered a large-scale rupture.

This means that Iolum uses a spell that exceeds the ninth level, otherwise it would not put such pressure on the magic network.

But as usual, the moment the magic net broke, there was strange energy to repair it - the goddess of magic, this deity has been silently repairing the magic net, which can be said to be conscientious.

As time passed, the elemental light filled the sky fell on Iolum's right hand.

The light covered his palm, forming an extremely bright palm sword.

"It feels so dangerous."

Garen looked at Iolum's bright sword and felt a very dangerous aura from it.

The Grand Arcanist is getting stronger and stronger.

Immediately.

Under the gazes of one after another, Iolum raised his palm with a solemn expression, and then waved cleanly towards the bottom of the thousands of meters high mountain.

The eleven-ring legendary arcana—the mountain-cutting technique.

This is a destructive and powerful spell developed on the basis of the Ten-ring Mountain Collapsing Technique. It has such powerful power that it can easily cut thousands of meters of mountains from the bottom, and can be used in combat.

The moment Iolum cut off his hand.

laugh!

It seemed that a straight and sharp brilliance flashed past, passing through the bottom of the mountain and extending to the edge of the sky.

After a moment, there was no movement.

Iolum looked a little tired and closed his palms.

Just at this time.

A strong night wind blew by, and the rows of thick trees surrounding the mountains first swayed slightly, and then amidst the rumbling sounds, they began to topple over in unison, splashing out a large amount of dust.

Where the tree broke, a sharp and smooth cut could be seen.

And... the dense forest surrounding the bottom of the mountain all showed signs of fracture.

The mountain itself looks unchanged from before.

But Garen knew that the large-scale connection between the mountain and the ground had been cut off neatly.

"If this spell falls on the enemy, tsk."

Garen lowered his head, looked at Iolum, and thought that he should have a chat with the great arcanist afterwards. He must have developed many arcane spells with powerful effects in the past twenty years.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

I have been obsessed with eating melon for the past two days, and I have forgotten the code, alas.
Chapter completed!