Chapter 560

When a desperate True Mage wanted to become a High Mage, they would eat all kinds of medicines. Real High Mages disliked this unorthodox attempt.

Real High Mages think these people shouldn’t be High Mages in the first place. They would never be comparable to the real thing. It was like a sheep putting on a lion costume.

Even though these mages were despised, Lawrend still regretted his decision. They were accepted into the mage army, and he killed them. They died indignant deaths.

“Tend to the wounded. Healers, work hard. I will personally teach all of you,” Lawrend said before leaving with Ember and the three envoys.

The healers became energized by Lawrend’s promise. They hurriedly asked the mages around them if they were injured. Though, most of them looked visibly okay.

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Lawrend convened with the three envoys at a secluded shrubbery. Ember stood behind him like the obedient maid she was.

“Your Imperial Majesty, you have our respects,” Julianne said and bowed.

She initially only felt respect and slight fear towards his talents. Now, she was truly horrified. She doesn’t want to know what he would be capable of a year from now.

He already improved a lot when they initially fought before. She could still remember him combining fire and lightning magic two weeks ago. That version was nothing compared to that one they just witnessed.

Otor and Gregory stood firmly behind Julianne. Although they knew they were on the same side, his power invoked fear in them. It was hard to trust someone when they could easily kill you.

One betrayal from him would mean their end.

“The three of you don’t have to worry. I would not recklessly use my magic anymore. But if I do in the future, I will make sure it is a dozen kilometers away from my allies,” Lawrend comforted.

“Thank you for the guarantee, Your Imperial Majesty,” Julianne responded.

She felt more and more that it was natural to call him ‘Imperial Majesty’. It won’t be long before the Blumin Empire falls and a new era ushers in for the Undrasils.

“Mm. I will need to rely on the three of you in the future.”

He nodded at them with a smile.

The three envoys looked at each other and wondered what he meant. Lawrend didn’t explain it to them either. It was still a long time before he would leave his children.

After that short conversation, the five returned to the mage army, who were still outside the city and didn’t dare to enter without any orders.

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“Your Imperial Majesty, the army inside had been raising their white flag for a while now,” Niko said as he flew towards them.

When he applied to join the army, he was rowdy and bossy. Now, he was as docile as a dog, and he didn’t dare to do the same in front of Lawrend.

“Let them surrender. Use them as a hostage with the old lady from the Blumin Empire,” Lawrend ordered.

“As per your orders.”

Niko bowed and flew back to his army. He ordered them to enter the city. They instantly took control of the situation, even though there were only a thousand of them.

It wasn’t a problem because the army inside lost their morale. No one could fight against Lawrend’s Supernova spell. Who could survive a whole sun exploding in front of them?

Lawrend floated on the ground and meditated. He replayed the Supernova spell he created earlier. It was borne out of Phoenix Mana and Divine Lightning Mana.

It was already very powerful, even though it was only a prototype without any chant. Only Lawrend’s imagination powered it.

The three envoys decided to stand guard around Lawrend. They wouldn’t let anyone near him to avoid disturbing his meditation.

The inspiration for this spell was the sun from his previous world. He could still recall seeing the sunspots and a general idea of how they worked. He even had the chance to watch a solar eclipse once.

The lightning part was the magnetic field that created the sunspots in the sun. It perplexed the three envoys how there was lightning mana in that spell, but they evidently felt the lightning mana that filled the air after the explosion.

That meant the spell contained the two elements. It was the reason they were so scared.

“What is the reason this world lends its mana to everyone?” Lawrend wondered to himself.

He heard from the Goddess that his previous world also had its own mana, but that world didn’t want to lend it to others. She also told him this world could take the mana back whenever it wanted to.

Lawrend imagined his previous world having mana. He saw destruction and people vying for power everywhere. The majority of the world wouldn’t be so peaceful with it.

“So that’s the reason my previous world was so boring. Personal power could fuel ambitious people. In contrast, political power was much harder to grasp. You first need to convince almost everyone around you.”

Lawrend’s mind entered a state of enlightenment. He finally understood why his previous world lacked mana.

And he couldn’t help but wonder why this world gave its mana to everyone. Is it to keep the world in a constant state of disarray?

Because with mana, someone more talented would eventually appear and destroy the current power structure. Was that also the reason why he was transmigrated into this world?

Lawrend suddenly doubted the goddess even more. He had already started doubting her before, but it seemed like he shouldn’t trust her.

She warned him from practicing magic using his soul. Could the two possibly be related to each other?

Lawrend furrowed his eyebrows and couldn’t think of an answer at the moment. He cleared his mind and focused on creating a chant for his new spell.

He first needed to figure out how he would do the first part of the spell. It usually starts like this, “O’ Amber”.

The spell would call out on some entity or idea, which was then followed by the composition of the spell.