Chapter 1497
For Agalon, this matter really was just that simple. All the previous arguments were pointless—there was a way to have it all, and an even better solution.
Both Agalon and Alonzo were Saint Alchemists. Leon didn’t need to explain the details—just a hint, a spark of inspiration, and the two of them could work out all the steps themselves.
Now the two weren’t arguing anymore. All that fuss had been over something so embarrassing—being Saint Alchemists, it was like capsizing in a ditch...
Alonzo started ranting about replacing all the previously built Bastion Nodes with new ones, then opened a spatial gate and disappeared inside without a trace.
Agalon felt his intelligence had been dragged down by Alonzo, losing face in front of his disciple. He claimed he was going out to calculate the positions needed for the Bastion Nodes, and also what each node’s construction required...
With both of them gone, Leon finally breathed a sigh of relief. These two old geezers, so powerful, yet always trying to one-up each other over everything...
After circling the Blighted Plains, Leon found everything thriving here. When he left before, the place was still shrouded in the shadow of plague.
Many of the mages here were Academy-trained—focused on magical theory, but with very little combat experience. They had the levels, but rarely could unleash the true power of those ranks.
Most of these mages had only ranks, spending their time on theories and formulas, seeking the true essence of magic. Even if they studied spells, their mastery was lacking—and their combat experience was even worse.