Throne of Magical Arcana

Chapter 124: Lucien, the Sorcerer

Chapter 124: Lucien, the Sorcerer

Translator: Kris_Liu Editor: Vermillion

The magic model that Lucien needed to build was called Star Shield. Thankfully, Lucien already practiced constructing the model multiple times in the past, so he remembered clearly how the model was divided, how long the lines were, and how the lines were connected to each other. All he needed to do now was stay calm.

When he was concentrating on the magic model, Lucien noticed that his spiritual power was being consumed very fast. By the time he finished one-third of the work, he found that there was only half of his spiritual power remaining.

"You gotta make the best use of your spiritual power." Lucien talked to himself in his mind. Building a magic model was like drawing a complicated pattern on a piece of paper using a pen, but with a very limited amount of ink. To save the resource, the person drawing the picture needed to stay very calm, to prevent the hand holding the pen from trembling too much.

Thanks to Lucien’s throughout knowledge of Star Shield, he could allow himself to be partly distracted and absorb the power of the four Elements surrounding him, in order to slowly recover his own spiritual power.

For most sorcerer apprentices, since they did not have such a profound knowledge of their magic models, they would often turn to the potion called Magic Gate as their short-term supplement for boosting spiritual power, in order to make this great breakthrough.

Time passed, and Lucien started to feel weaker and weaker, and his spiritual power was very close to running dry. Fortunately, the magic model of Star Shield was almost ready. Now, it looked like a transparent small pyramid floating in the air, made up of many sophisticated lines inside.

Just one more line to go.

Although Lucien’s whole body was slightly shaking from his weakness, there was no chance that he would give up in the last second. Clenching his teeth, Lucien summoned his last reserves of spiritual power like squeezing out the last bit of toothpaste from the tube and finished the last touch.

The moment the last line was finally linked to the small "pyramid", the whole model suddenly collapsed inwards and at the same time started to frantically suck in the power of the stars.

Lucien’s soul was racked by a sudden great pain, caused by the enormous power of stars impacting his awareness. Even from the outsider’s perspective, he almost passed out because of the mystic energy.

At this time, a gentle and pure ray of light came out of Lucien’s soul, and the great pain was gone. Lucien’s outsider’s perspective also became more stable.

When the light disappeared, Lucien saw something like a crystal, the size of a thumbnail, shining and revolving around the inverted reflection of his Host Star of Destiny. Taking a closer look, it was the very magic model that he built just now, the Star Shield.

At the same time, Lucien noticed that his own soul had become more stable and denser, as if the power of stars magically changed the soul’s texture.

Opening his eyes, he felt more refreshed than ever, and his soul was overflowing with spiritual power. Lucien knew that whenever there was any danger, he could instantly activate the Star Shield.

A smile appeared on his face, and he said to himself with pride, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Lucien, the sorcerer."

His smile came out from his heart, since he believed that, compared with the great success that he had with his concert, this breakthrough was accomplished all because of his own efforts, and nothing could satisfy him more than that.

Lucien looked at the magic hourglass on the table and found that there was only three more minutes left, so he gave up the plan of building one more magic model in his soul.

With his brimming spiritual power, he was confident that he could cast apprentice spells two to three hundred times and almost twenty spells of first circle as well, without pause. That was the sweet gain from becoming a real sorcerer. What was even better was that, as long as one’s soul was strong enough to handle it, the person could build more magic models every few minutes.

However, Lucien did not have enough time right now. He must leave soon.

"Remember, keep walking forward and do not look back..."

According to the message left by Maskelyne, it seemed the trip leaving the lobby through the small door of the magic garden would not be a peaceful and sweet one.

Lucien walked toward the door and tried to open it, but he failed. He could not leave this place until the magic lock started to collapse.

Then, following Maskelyne’s instruction, Lucien spent only a minute unlocking the first layer of the seal. Now, he could cast the two divine spells, Holy Strike and Death Resistance.

Unwilling to waste any time, Lucien ran into the rooms like a shadow to collect some more magic materials for future use.

"Not the too dangerous ones... nor materials that I don’t know about..." Lucien reminded himself not to be greedy. After all, he only had less than two minutes now.

By the end, he had picked a tube of Vampire’s blood, two tubes of aether, two handful of goblin’s hair, three tubes of Snownia’s Burning Power and a box of magic oil. Some of them were magic materials and some were catalysts.

When there were only fifteen seconds left, Lucien came back to the lobby. Standing in front of the small door, he was waiting for the moment that the world started to collapse.

Ten seconds, nine seconds... three... two... one.

The whole lobby started to shake slightly, and the small door opened by itself as if it sensed the change in this world. Behind the door there was a long, long corridor, and along both sides there were all kinds of weird-shaped magic plants.

All of a sudden there were cracks on everything Lucien could see, the desk, the chair, and even the white and gray fire in the fireplace.

Without any hesitance, Lucien rushed through the corridor.

He heard babies crying, but he did not look back.

Lucien walked faster and faster, and then he started to run. The magic plants along both sides started to wield their branches crazily and some of them almost hit Lucien’s face.

Some other magic plants were floating in the air; some were jumping forward like frogs; some wrung their own necks and threw their heads away... Everything in the world started to get crazy.

The plants were laughing, moaning and crying. Their voices were very loud, but they seemed to disappear after Lucien passed them, as if a monster with a huge mouth was devouring them while following Lucien.

He forced himself to stay focused on his own footsteps and kept running forward. He swiftly avoided the black vines that seemed to attack him like snakes.

Then, he heard a sharp screaming, which was miserable and vicious. In front of Lucien, a lot of revenants appeared in his way. Countless maggots covered the whole floor, and each of them had a baby crying face.

Lucien did not slow down at all. He directly activated Star Shield.

Before becoming a real sorcerer, Lucien could not cast any spell when he activated the Moonlight, the status in which his body was partially dematerialized into moonlight, but now it was not a problem anymore.

This shield was like a round glass cover that seamlessly protected Lucien from all directions. Being badly burned by the shield, the revenants were screaming even bitterer, but they were still trying to grab Lucien’s body with their arms until they turned into smoke and ashes. There so many white maggots covering Lucien’s shield that he almost could not see the road in front of him.

Finally, Lucien saw a narrow gap at the end of the corridor, and through it he could see a touch of green.

"It’s dangerous! Come back, Xiafeng! Don’t go there!"

Lucien heard his parents calling his name.

"Lucien, stop! You’ll die!"

That was the mixed voices of Joel, John, Victor and all the people Lucien cared about in this world.

They sounded so real that Lucien’s heart missed a beat for a second.

"Do not look back!" Lucien yelled to himself.

In the last second, he jumped right into the gap.

...

The soul maggots all turned into ashes. The night wind felt cool and gentle.

This was a world full of life.

"Lucien?" It was a familiar voice, and the person sounded very surprised.

Raising up his head with surprise, Lucien saw Natasha, who was wearing her Dragon Blood Armor and riding on a black Dragon Scale horse. However, the armor she was wearing was severely damaged, and there were only a few knights, squires and guards following her. All of them looked tired, and some of them were even injured.

Furthermore, Lady Camil was not with the princess, neither were Silvia and her father.

A thin layer of haze settled over the small town named Bonn.