ed spell cards or summon cards, otherwise his high spirit and high mana limit attribute would be wasted.Many wise teachers.Actually, what is hoped now is that Huberli and Ranch can get admitted.Becaus...Chapter 253: Ranchi Never Sets Limits for Himself

"Before I get Protoss's preliminary preparations in order, I will personally teach you for a while so that you can become as strong as possible. "

The Snow Queen temporarily put the files aside, intending to give them all to Huberlian later for her to read.

Huberli, hearing the words of the Ice Queen, quickly came to her senses.

"Would you teach me magic"

When it comes to learning magic, Huberly was ecstatic.

As they were both witches, the Snow Queen must have something to teach her that no one else, not even demons, could.

"No, your magical affinity is too different from mine. You wouldn't be able to learn my magic. However, if you see any spell on me that you want to learn, I'll try my best to make a magic card for you."

The Snow Witch spoke plainly.

She can definitely recreate the pink divine-level spell for Huberlian, and while she can't recreate the orange epic-level one herself, she will also do her best to make a pink divine-level substitute for Huberlian.

"Is there such a good thing"

Huperlian was taken aback.

I never expected there to be such a convenient way of practicing.

"Since you've given me such a challenging task, I will naturally do my best to help you."

The Snow Queen said.

Although in human years she was still a young woman, compared to humans she had lived for an incredibly long time. She had fully realized all of her magical engineering talents and making cards for Huberlian was no problem.

The Protoss Empire has not yet declared war for one reason: the Empire believes its chances of victory are not 100%.

On the scales of war, any eighth-rank powerhouse carries significant weight, and those with specialized abilities are even more crucial.

As long as Huberlyan could help them rescue the great demon, it would at least partially severely disrupt the Empire's plans and give Asteltan Kingdom and the northern allied forces a considerable amount of time.

"Thank you, Miss Almis."

Hubert thanked the Snow Witch.

She also heard the name of the holy maiden from the Three Divine Heads.

I heard from the priests that there's a boy named Lance who is always by your side. Did he come to the North Continent this time too

The Snow Queen pondered for a moment, then asked.

She didn't know why the three clergymen always mentioned Ranch after returning from the Shadow World. She asked them later and found out that the young man was Lorene's student and very friendly and approachable to the clergy.

Since the three clergymen came into contact with Lanci and Huberlian, something fundamental seemed to have changed, but exactly what that was, even the Ice Snow Witch found difficult to discern.

But it's probably because of Huberlia, after all, she is Ephithya's daughter.

They don't have the kind of recording devices and massive reading terminals that the Southern Continent Shadow World Management Association has here on the North Continent. They can't see exactly what happens in the Shadow World.

The North and South Continents have slightly different development paths for magical engineering.

The continent of South Mainland, known for its peace and stability, primarily focuses on improving the quality of life for its residents. They utilize magic engineering to combat natural disasters and provide services for training and challenges in the Shadow World. This is a purely human-based form of magic engineering that governs the entire continent through an association, enabling widespread sharing, exchange of technology, and collaboration.

On the other hand, the Northern Continent is constantly embroiled in war. More of their energy is focused on vying for resources in the real world, primarily to enhance their strategic capabilities. As for the Shadow World, they give it some attention, leaning more towards the original Demonic Realm's magical engineering and the blossoming array of ancient traditions from various races.

After being separated by natural disasters at sea for decades, the north and south continents had gradually diverged.

He also came, and I lost him right at the start... But he's more likely already inside the Protos Empire now.

Hubert thought, if Lanci was in the kingdom of Ethilterra, she would probably go to the Three Gods. Then he should also go to the Three Gods and meet her there.

So Lance is probably adrift within the Protoss territory now.

If you encounter Lance, seek his help as well. I will write to Lauren then and ask him to reward you on behalf of the church.

The Snow Witch nodded and said.

"That's a bit dangerous."

Huperly's gaze flickered.

"Your mission is indeed dangerous, but I will do everything in my power to protect your safety."

The Snow Queen closed her eyes and admitted.

"No, I'm afraid he might overachieve..."

Aubrey spoke in a low voice, her head bowed.

"Don't be afraid, I will take responsibility for anything. Just let him go for it."

The Ice Snow Witch leaned back on the sofa without any hesitation, waving her hand lightly.

A student taught by someone as honest and upright as Lauren, the Ice Witch's personality can probably be guessed.

If you have the talent, just go for it. The Ice Queen only hopes that someone can help Huberlian.

……

Time flies.

It has been two weeks since Lance arrived in the city of Lyrom, in the southwestern province of the Protosian Empire.

In the afternoon, the ancient stone buildings of Lirom City stood along the road. Their windows and balconies were covered with flowers and greenery. Whenever a gentle breeze blew, the fragrance of flowers mingled with the sound of the sea, echoing endlessly.

Walking through streets and bridges, until you reach the center of this town, a majestic temple stands upon a wide garden plaza, becoming the hallmark building of this place.

Its peak reaches for the sky, adorned with golden trim, sparkling brilliantly.

The temple's outer walls were built from light-colored marble that, despite the passage of time, remained polished and pristine. The wall surface was adorned with intricate carvings depicting ancient legends and heroic deeds. On either side of the main entrance, two imposing stone lions stood guard, appearing fierce and powerful as if warning those who entered to show respect for this solemn and awe-inspiring place.

This temple, which originally belonged to the Church of the Goddess of Fate, now has almost no residents daring to come here willingly. It now belongs to the Church of Resurrection.

What was unusual was that there were no robed priests around the temple this afternoon.

The innermost core central hall of the temple.

In the vast space, a gigantic cross stood in the center. The rose window refracted sunlight, creating shimmering colors that illuminated the entire hall.

All of the silver-robed priests in all of Lilyom City were gathered in this hall at this moment. Their eyes were focused and fervent, all converging on the podium at the front.

A sermon is being preached in the temple.

A row of seats, numerous silver-robed priests were receiving guidance and diligently taking notes.

"The outside world is rotten, those so-called 'plunder' and 'cruelty' are lies they weave. Only we possess true enlightenment because we know the truth of love."

The figure on the pulpit slowly raised their hand, guiding the hearts of the crowd: "They will try to lead you away from the truth, but you must believe that here, you can find your true home."

"Do not be blinded by the outside world," his voice was calm and deep, "True strength, true wisdom, true freedom, are here with us."

The man in silver robes standing on the pulpit, his light seemed to have transformed into a golden sacred mist, swirling around him, making his figure blurry and his features beyond the reach of mortal eyes.

Only under his radiant glow, are his divinely imbued emerald eyes, full of compassion, particularly clear.

(End of Chapter)

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