“Which two?” Isavel asked, sipping her tea.
“First, there is an incredibly strong repulsion between the Abyss and the mortal world! Although Abyssal Demons can enter the mortal world and humans can enter the Abyss, it’s because this repulsive force doesn’t act specifically on living beings.”
Kurt looked up abruptly, his eyes shining with the brilliance of someone who had discovered the truth.
“If there were a way to make this repulsive force act directly on living beings, it would definitely be a Magic that surpasses all others throughout history! I’m afraid even a deity would find it difficult to withstand this move!”
Isavel gently blew on the steam rising from her cup, a faint smile playing on her lips, clearly accustomed to his grand claims.
“You say that every time you mention a Forbidden Curse.”
Back when she was studying Magic at the Archmage Tower, what she heard most from Kurt was that even the gods would find something difficult to resist.
In reality, most of those newly created spells ended up buried in the Archmage Tower’s archives, forgotten by all.
As for saying a deity couldn’t withstand it… that was pure boasting.
“Tsk!”
Kurt clicked his tongue in displeasure, showing none of the composure expected of a Tower Master.
“This time is different! Trust me!” He tapped the table forcefully, causing tea to splash from the cup.
“This repulsive force is the World Power! No matter how powerful a deity is, how can they go against the world? Once this Magic is researched, even the Abyssal Dragon will be doomed!”
Isavel set down her teacup, her fingertips lightly tapping the side of the porcelain as she asked the critical question, “So, what stage has the Archmage Tower’s research on this Magic reached?”
Kurt, who had been high-spirited just a moment ago, froze in place. He awkwardly rubbed his nose and gave a couple of dry laughs.
“Haha, it’s stuck at the first stage.”
As if to prevent Isavel from mocking him, he quickly spread his hands and explained helplessly,
“There is no other way. Harnessing the World Power requires a massive price—a price that doesn’t seem like something an ordinary human can pay. Give us a few more years, and perhaps a prototype of this Magic will appear.”
Isavel nodded, not surprised by this outcome. If the repulsive force truly was the World Power, then slow progress was only natural.
After all, it was nearly impossible for humans to wield the power of the world.
“And the second thing?”
At the mention of the second matter, Kurt’s expression turned serious.
He put down his teacup and pulled a crystal fragment emitting a faint Abyssal aura from his spatial Magic pocket, placing it on the table.
“We discovered the Abyssal Ancient Battlefield.”
Isavel’s gaze was immediately drawn to the crystal fragment, her brows furrowing slightly.
She remembered the figure who claimed to be the Goddess telling her that someone would inform her of the battlefield’s location…
‘In other words, is Kurt that person?’
She reached out and took the crystal, sensing the residual Abyssal Magic within it.
She immediately believed Kurt’s words. After all, this crystal had come from the Abyss.
Kurt pointed at the fragment and explained, “In a space rift torn open by Abyssal Magic, we found the Abyssal Ancient Battlefield. Residual scenes of the great war between the Abyssal Dragon and the Goddess remain there.”
Speaking of this, his brow furrowed deeply.
“However, what’s strange is that the battlefield doesn’t just contain mere images. The humans and demons there seem to truly exist, possessing their own behavior and logic. It’s almost as if…”
“Someone used Soul Magic to imprison the souls of the dead in that battlefield.”
As the Tower Master of the Archmage Tower, he had sensed something was wrong the moment he entered the Abyssal Ancient Battlefield.
His words reminded Isavel of another thing the figure had mentioned: the Root of the Abyssal Dragon.
If nothing went wrong, the root left behind by the Abyssal Dragon in the ancient battlefield was likely preventing the souls of the dead from leaving, forcing them to reenact the past over and over.
By doing so, the Abyssal Dragon could gather strength to facilitate its own revival.
“I need to go to the Abyssal Ancient Battlefield,” Isavel said, her voice calm but carrying an unyielding determination.
Kurt remained silent for a few seconds, a hint of worry surfacing on his face. “It’s… very dangerous there.”
Isavel did not answer, and Kurt seemed to see through her. “Is it the Goddess’s Oracle?”
“In a way.” She paused, her gaze falling on the Rose Knights in the training ground outside the window. “And I’m taking the Rose Knights with me.”
Kurt’s gaze shifted between Isavel and the young women outside, finally turning into a heavy sigh.
He stroked his beard and spoke with unprecedented gravity.
“That place… is indeed a good training ground. However, no matter what, please stay safe. This world cannot afford to lose you or the Rose Knights.”
Isavel met his gaze and nodded slightly. “I understand.”
After that, Kurt said no more. He silently sipped the tea on the table, a strange look of self-reproach in his eyes. The atmosphere in the lounge grew quiet.
……
Over the next several months, everyone in the Rose Knights surpassed the threshold of [Level 70] through their training.
If they were to face the Demi-God Level Burna now, they would certainly not be as pathetic as before.
Once everyone reached [Level 70], Isavel ordered them to equip the weapons and armor forged from the Pure Heart.
She then led them to the location where the Abyssal Ancient Battlefield had been discovered.
The site was located in the center of the Behemoth Forest within the Capadovia Empire.
Due to the discovery of the battlefield, a major town had already sprung up in what was once a desolate area.
Following Kurt, Isavel and the Rose Knights arrived at the edge of the Abyssal Ancient Battlefield.
Before them was a twisting, dark red space rift. Thick Abyssal Magic poured out of the rift like mist.
Surrounding it, several massive Magic Circles rotated slowly, constantly grinding away at the rift’s power.
Isavel’s black hair fluttered in the turbulent air. She looked up at the rift, the ominous light reflected in her dark eyes.
‘Is this the rift of the Abyssal Ancient Battlefield?’
Kurt stepped up beside her, his robes snapping in the wind.
“That’s right.” He held his Magic Wand and cast a wind-stabilizing spell to steady the surrounding space.
“Many pioneers from our tower have already entered and established outposts within the ancient battlefield. This Magic Circle will teleport you to one of those relatively safe outposts.”
As he spoke, he pointed his wand at a silver-white Magic Circle on the ground nearby.
Then, he turned to face the assembled Rose Knights and raised his voice, his face full of gravity.
“Everyone, please pay attention! This Abyssal Ancient Battlefield records the final battle between the Abyssal Dragon and the Goddess. The residual Power Storms within are exceptionally powerful and unstable. A single mistake could cost you your lives!”
“Once you enter, you must be careful. Do your best to avoid the center of the Power Storms.”
As he spoke, he swept a warning glance over every knight. Finally, his gaze lingered on Isavel for a brief moment.
“Additionally, there are a large number of demons remaining inside. They come from the deepest parts of the Abyss, with strengths ranging from Sage to Demi-God Level. They are not opponents ordinary people can handle.”
“So, if you encounter them, do not act on impulse! Hide when you need to hide. Survival is the most important thing!”
Just like Isavel, he liked to give a final few words of advice before they departed.
However, Isavel could sense that when Tower Master Kurt spoke, he kept glancing at her.
It was as if these words weren’t just for the Rose Knights, but specifically for her.
Isavel gave a light hmph, choosing not to argue with him.
After Kurt finished his instructions, Isavel’s expression remained flat.
She commanded, “Understood. Let’s move out.”
Kurt took a deep breath and pointed to the center of the Magic Circle. “Step inside.”
Isavel was the first to enter, followed closely by the Rose Knights.
As the light of the Magic Circle suddenly became blinding, the runes spun faster, and the spatial fluctuations began to twist violently.
However, at the very moment the teleportation was about to trigger—
Buzz—!
The white light of the entire Magic Circle suddenly turned a bloody crimson.
A wave of foul Abyssal Magic flashed through the pure mana like a ripple on a pond.
Before the group inside the circle could react, they vanished.
Outside the circle, even after the Magic Circle returned to its original state, Kurt’s expression changed drastically.
He gripped his Magic Wand tightly.
“What happened?” he demanded in a low voice.
The unconscious pressure he released made the young mages responsible for maintaining the array turn pale with fright. One of them nearly dropped his wand.
Finally, after Kurt took a deep breath and withdrew his aura, the mage stammered his report.
“Re-Report, Tower Master! Just now… a burst of extremely pure Abyssal Magic somehow bypassed all the outer defenses and directly invaded this Magic Circle!”
Kurt’s pupils shrank when he heard the report. He grabbed the young mage by the collar, his usually playful face now filled with cold fury.
His voice was squeezed through his grit teeth.
“Then where were they sent?!”
The young mage trembled violently, his face white as a sheet.
“I… I don’t know! At that moment, the Magic Circle fell into complete chaos, and the spatial coordinates were lost. It’s likely… it’s likely they were sent via random teleportation! The destination is completely unpredictable!”
“Damn it…!”
Kurt let go, allowing the mage to slump to the ground.
The Abyssal Ancient Battlefield was fraught with danger.
To him, a random teleportation was no different from a death sentence.
If they landed in the Abyssal Dragon’s territory, a fierce battle would be unavoidable, and the Rose Knights would likely suffer heavy casualties.
And if they landed directly in the middle of the combat zone between the Abyssal Dragon and the Goddess, then even Isavel would face certain death.
Most frustratingly, he realized there was nothing they could do now except pray for the Goddess’s protection.
“Tower Master, what should we do?”
“What should we do?” Kurt repeated the question in a near growl. He glanced at the mage slumped on the ground, his voice bone-chillingly cold.
“Take everyone involved with this Magic Circle into custody immediately! For Abyssal Magic to invade the core runes so stealthily, it would be impossible without a mole!”
“Furthermore, notify all established outposts within the ancient battlefield. Drop all research and exploration tasks. At all costs, find and ensure the safety of Lady Isavel, the Saintess of the Oracle Hall, and her Rose Knights!”
He took a deep breath, his voice carrying an unquestionable resolve.
“Tell them that this is currently the Archmage Tower’s most important mission! Anyone who is unwilling to accept it or dares to be deceitful… kick them out of the Archmage Tower immediately!”
The surrounding mages had never seen the Tower Master so enraged.
They all bowed and hurried to comply, the atmosphere growing tense to the extreme.
After saying all this, Kurt gave a heavy hmph and vanished from the spot.
Only then did the mages feel as though they could breathe again, and they couldn’t help but wipe the sweat from their foreheads.