I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 862: Arrival

“Still… what you meant just now was that we are going over there to fight him outright?”

Then another question occurred to Jie Ming. “And you are that certain a fight will break out this time?”

Viola nodded with unusual conviction. “Of course. The faction Azrael belongs to carries no small influence inside the Scarlet Hive, so they will certainly do everything in their power to stop us.”

“Even so…” She shrugged. “This is a marriage across two powers in the end. However badly it sits with him, he cannot openly raise a hand and start a full-scale war over it.”

“So although it will come to a fight in the end, there will certainly have to be a pile of ceremonial nonsense first.”

Jie Ming raised an eyebrow slightly. “Such as?”

“Such as… using the established scheme for settling disputes between wizard powers to issue a challenge, that sort of thing.” Viola counted it off on her fingers.

Jie Ming thought it over and agreed that this really was the most likely course.

The so-called scheme for settling disputes between wizard powers naturally amounted to having a fight.

Wizard civilization had never been the sort of civilization that played nice, and as far as Jie Ming understood, in the eyes of other civilizations there was little to distinguish wizard civilization from a natural calamity.

All the more so given that, for a transcendent civilization, the fist had always been the argument that carried.

And of course, just as Viola said, the other side would certainly not dare start a full-scale war.

So whatever the process in between, the final result was certain to be this Azrael putting a rather more private challenge or contest to Mentor.

Seeing that Jie Ming had caught on, Viola let a meaningful smile show. “So this challenge most likely will not bring out any eighth-level wizards. Mentor Clark takes their seventh-levels, and the sixth-levels that remain are down to the two of us.”

“I have no objection at all to Mentor handling their seventh-levels alone. But… you are certain the two of us are to deal with a whole crowd of sixth-levels?” Jie Ming's face was covered in black lines.

Viola gave Jie Ming a thumbs-up. “Relax. If you die, I will avenge you!”

“You are plainly trying to use me as a starter for the Law of Pain!”

“Ehe, you caught me!”

Jie Ming fell silent. “…What a nuisance!”

“A nuisance is all it strikes you as? It seems you are unexpectedly proud of yourself.” Viola smiled at that as well.

Jie Ming: “…”

He felt he really ought to defend himself somehow, but on thinking it over, there did not seem to be much worth defending.

Just then the teleportation array in the distance lit up again, and the fluctuations in space abruptly intensified.

Two figures walked slowly out of the silver light.

At their head was Wizard Noren.

This time, though, the feeling Wizard Noren gave Jie Ming was nothing like before. The space around him seemed to have grown that much more stable for his presence.

The aura of an eighth-level wizard was not deliberately released, and yet it carried a natural pressure that no one could ignore.

“Wizard Noren… has grown stronger.” Jie Ming thought quietly to himself.

Even with so vast a gap in level between the two sides, Jie Ming could plainly sense how far Wizard Noren had come.

Close behind him came Grand-Mentor Anton Buchanan.

He still had the appearance of a child of ten or so, hands clasped behind his back, an eager smile hanging on his face.

But Jie Ming could clearly feel that the aura about Grand-Mentor Anton had grown more obscure as well.

Jie Ming lowered his eyes and thought quietly to himself, “It seems these two both came away from the Reflection Prism with no small gains.”

Grand-Mentor Anton had barely stepped out before he caught sight of Jie Ming.

“Oh ho, Jie Ming came too.”

Grand-Mentor Anton walked over beaming, and owing to the difference in height he could only rise onto his toes to pat Jie Ming on the shoulder.

“Not bad, not bad. You have not been slacking off these past years, I trust?”

Before Jie Ming could answer, Grand-Mentor Anton had turned again to greet Viola and Clark.

Clark nodded to the two of them as well. “Mentor. Senior Uncle.”

Jie Ming bowed to the pair of them once more, then looked at the two of them with some puzzlement.

“The two of you… are going as well?”

“Of course.” Viola said it from beside him as though it went without saying.

“We are going this time, after all, to…” She deliberately drew out the words. “…stand behind him in force.”

Jie Ming stirred, turned his head slowly, and an extremely subtle expression surfaced on the face of his puppet shell.

“Senior Sister.”

“Mm?”

“That is not how you put it back then.”

Viola blinked. “Is it not?”

“It is not.”

“How is it that I do not remember?”

“…” Jie Ming fell silent.

“At the time you said we were only going to fetch our mentor's bride.”

“Quite so.” Viola nodded, perfectly justified.

“That was on our own turf.” She spread her hands. “Now that we have left home, of course we are going to stand behind him in force.”

Jie Ming: “…Fine.”

Grand-Mentor Anton, beside them, was already laughing so hard his shoulders shook, and even Wizard Noren, whose face never showed anything, let the corner of his mouth lift a fraction for once.

Clark simply watched his two disciples calmly.

“Enough.” He spoke up and cut their exchange short. “It is time.”

At Clark's word, the two of them subsided obediently.

Wizard Noren beckoned to them with a smile, drawing them closer together, then raised a hand, and the power of space condensed in an instant.

An enormous teleportation array unfolded slowly beneath everyone's feet, intricate silver runes lighting up layer by layer, and the space around them began to take on the faintest distortion.

“Let us go.”

As Wizard Noren's voice fell, the spatial teleportation started abruptly, and a resplendent silver light swallowed every one of their figures completely.

…

…

The benefits Wizard Noren had gained inside the Reflection Prism were even more outrageous than Jie Ming had imagined.

In Jie Ming's own firsthand experience, at least, Wizard Noren's spatial teleportation had been amplified to a frankly absurd degree.

Space seemed to have lost its original meaning in his hands.

Under normal circumstances, the greater the distance, the less stable a spatial teleportation became; some ultra-long-distance teleportations even required the assistance of a permanently fixed spatial array before they could be accomplished at all.

It was for this reason that the four great powers of wizard civilization installed fixed spatial arrays of every kind within their own territories, to serve as public transport.

This time, however, Wizard Noren had merely cast it offhand, and had already achieved that same effect.

In the blink of an eye, the starry sky before them had changed its appearance.

“We are here. We have already entered the borders of the Crimson Court.”

Wizard Noren's calm voice came to their ears, and the ripples in the space around them slowly dispersed.

Jie Ming instinctively took a step forward and looked around him.

Jie Ming had already encountered the architecture of the Void Architecture Academy and the Anti-Entropy Alliance, and knew the architectural character of those places.

In fact, the position Noren Workshop occupied lay closer to the boundary line between the Crimson Court and the Star Ring Federation.

But this was the first time Jie Ming had seen the architectural character of the Crimson Court.

One glance was enough for Jie Ming to feel its extreme aggression.

The buildings inside the junction point used dark red and black materials in quantity; sharp towers stabbed straight into the firmament, their bodies densely inscribed with runes of every sort meant for war.

Many of the buildings inside the junction point did not even have a fixed shape. They were more like some enormous mass of flesh, held at the center of the city by countless metal frameworks.

From time to time dark red liquid flowed past along the pipes at the roadside, like half-transparent blood vessels wriggling over the ground.

Now and then a few fully armed wizard units could be seen flying past in the distance.

The way these wizards dressed was also unlike that of the other three great organizations.

These wizards were more like soldiers, and the equipment they carried leaned far more plainly toward the uses of war.

Heavy armor of every kind, self-repair modules, and legion spaces capable of releasing cannon-fodder units at speed had become all but standard issue.