Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 900 - 46 Throat_2

Chapter 900: Chapter 46 Throat_2

Chapter 900 -46 Throat_2

He only wanted to be still now.

“Farewell, Saint,”

Link Grande bid goodbye to Lotson sincerely, then no longer resisted the guidance of the light engulfing him and walked towards an unknown territory.

Lotson gazed at Link Grande’s extremely desolate figure, as if seeing his own past life.

That day, The Saint of Nostrodamus had met his demise amidst a similar, if not greater, desolation.

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Who would choose to die if they could live?

Who would accept bondage if they could be free?

Until Link Grande’s figure disappeared from his sight, Lotson remained trapped in his memories.

During this time, the Supreme Council’s Parallel Universe Office, acting on the will of a certain Saint, had forcefully intervened in every level of management and all actions of the Tower of the Great Sage Mitchell.

The large-scale Stellar Fleet, which was surrounding the Revosorath Academy Advance Team, had successfully cornered Link Grande’s small Star Fleet starship, but received a strict order from the High Council’s Parallel Universe Office, commanding them to return to base immediately, or else they would be severely dealt with as traitors to the Wizard civilization.

This time, the High Council’s Parallel Universe Office did not merely go through the motions as before.

Verbal warnings were given, written warnings as well, and an incredibly large and powerful Wizard Army was dispatched to monitor, or rather, suppress them.

The other three Ninth Level Great Sages and their followers responded enthusiastically to the Supreme Council’s call, dispatching their own forces and fleets to act together with the Supreme Council.

Faced with such a high-pressure stance from the High Council, and unable to contact Mitchell, the backbone and support of Mitchell’s Sage Tower, the highest echelons of Mitchell’s Sage Tower, however reluctant, had no choice but to comply with the High Council’s orders and intervention.

Fortunately, apart from Great Sage Mitchell, the Mitchell family also had two Level Eight Great Sages.

Mitchell’s Sage Tower also had a Level Eight Great Sage, who was the commander of the small fleet surrounding Link Grande.

There was no worry that Mitchell’s Tower would be torn and devoured by a pack of wolves.

This time, they might have to swallow a loss of face, but the essence of their power could still be preserved.

“Withdraw.”

The commander of the small fleet, a Level Eight Great Sage, upon receiving the successive orders from both the Supreme Council and the highest layer of Mitchell’s Tower, chose to execute them without hesitation.

The assistant, a Level Seven Great Sage, dared not question this time and obediently conveyed and executed the orders.

The captains and crew of the fleet’s warships were rather relieved.

For the High Council to take such severe action, disregarding the face of Great Sage Mitchell and Mitchell’s Sage Tower, something major must have happened.

It might even be more significant than the last time Great Sage Mitchell failed in his attempt to seize the position of the Mysterious Sage Wizard and was punished by the High Council, being “exiled” to the Parallel Universe.

It remained to see what sort of punishment Mitchell’s Tower would endure this time.

With uneasy hearts, the small Star Fleet hastened away.

The evacuation didn’t go as smoothly for the Revosorath Academy Advance Team stronghold and the large-scale Star Fleet.

Both sides had been engaged in a bloody battle for a long time, having sustained great losses.

The Wizards who were sacrificed were living beings, companions and comrades with whom they had spent a long time.

Wizards pursue reason, but they are not cold-hearted monsters.

Seeing comrades and friends die in front of them, emotions inevitably arise, and one could even say that both sides had become enraged.

Under such conditions, just because an order says to stop fighting, doesn’t mean the will to cease combat is there.

If they truly stopped fighting just like that, what would the sacrifice of those friends and comrades have meant?

Especially for the Revosorath Academy Advance Team, as the attacked side, they were even less willing to just end the battle in confusion.

Either they would avenge and redeem themselves, or they would go down together. There was no other choice.

Therefore, both sides tacitly ignored the High Council’s intervention and orders and continued their fierce battle.

Dean Frist, watching the Wizards of his Advance Team fight bravely despite their personal endangerment, had red eyes.

He ignored the incoming video call request from the person in charge at the High Council’s Parallel Universe Office and also left the small cramped encryption communication cabin.

In the final moments of the battle, Dean Frist Diomand, both the head of the Revosorath College and leader of the Vanguard, decided to fight alongside the college’s and Advance Team’s Wizards.

An army of grieving soldiers is bound to prevail.

Under the leadership and encouragement of Dean Frist Diomand, the Advance Team exploded with incredible fighting will, launching a defiant countercharge despite the casualties.

Only when the High Council arrived to oversee the withdrawal of the Great Sage Mitchell’s large-scale Stellar Fleet from combat and the forces tasked with suppressing any resistance entered the fray did Dean Frist Diomand formally issue the order to cease combat and withdraw from the battlefield.

With their strong emotions released in the defiant countercharge, this time the Wizards of the Advance Team had no resistance to the order and executed it en masse.

Before long, the sorcerers of the Ravensmouth College advance team silently witnessed the retreat of Michelle’s Tower Interstellar Fleet under the surveillance of the Supreme Council fleet in a rather disheveled manner.

There were no cheers, no celebrations.

This battle, in the end, was lost by the Ravensmouth College advance team.

Had the Supreme Council not intervened, the advance team would not have been annihilated, but they would have been utterly devastated.

Many corps would have perished as a unit.

The situation of the Four Sects Legions was hardly any better.

Sage Cody was seriously injured.

Sage Palo, in an effort to cover for Sage Selene, had lost an arm and lay unconscious.

Half of Sage Selene’s face was scarred from burns, while the other half was pockmarked from corrosion, rendering her disfigured.

Out of the warships, six or seven out of ten were gone.

Casualties among the wizards exceeded forty percent.

This, however, was lower than the advance team’s overall casualty rate of sixty percent.

The reason behind this was the astonishing performance of the Construction Servant Corps.

Dean Frist began organizing people to clean the battlefield and treat the injured, as they watched the enemy retreat.

Elsewhere, within the Starship, Link and Jasmine watched the swift withdrawal of the small star fleet, each absorbed in their own thoughts.

But both were silent, both waiting.

Jasmine waited for news from the advance team, for battle reports from the Four Sects Legions, for the numbers she dreaded to know yet needed to.

Link waited for the arrival of certain people or events.

This waiting lasted for a full two hours.

Jasmine received the battle report from the Four Sects Legions and saw those sets of numbers, her heart aching as if it were being twisted by a knife.

“I have to go back.”

Sniffling, Jasmine turned her body to look into Link’s eyes and seriously said, “Do you want to come back with me?”

Facing Jasmine’s expectant gaze, Link said solemnly, “You go back first, I will come back later.”

Jasmine’s eyes dimmed for a moment, then, as if nothing had happened, she nodded her head silently.

Gently patting Jasmine’s head and smoothing her silky hair, Link said softly, “Jasmine, I’m not heartless. Not going back immediately doesn’t mean I don’t care, it’s precisely because I care so much. A blood feud has been established, and we must seek justice.”

“Mhm.”

Jasmine bowed her head, nuzzling it in the palm of Link’s hand, very obediently.

Link sighed and transferred main control authority of the Starship to Jasmine before his figure flashed, appearing in the vacuum of space.

His life-bound outfit smoothly covered his entire body, entering interstellar protection and survival mode.

Through the porthole, Jasmine glanced at Link’s figure, then turned back and input commands, piloting the Starship to return to the advance team battle zone base at the highest speed.

With Cody seriously injured, Palo unconscious, and Selene disfigured, the Four Sects Legions needed her or Link to take charge of the situation.

Having “fled” before the battle, without standing side by side in combat, Jasmine’s heart was already filled with guilt.

And now she did not want to delay for another moment.

As for revenge, Link had said he would take care of it, so let him do it.

Jasmine simply hoped that Link would return with her, but she didn’t necessarily demand it.

Did Link know about Jasmine’s feelings?

Of course, he knew.

But Link could not act according to Jasmine’s feelings.

This matter was only temporarily concluded, not over, with lots of uncertainties remaining.

How could he be at peace without clarifying those issues shrouded in fog?

Especially that feeling of being manipulated by fate, unable to resist, was just too unbearable.

Link wanted to choke fate, that treacherous witch, by the throat!