Chapter 514 - Magic Points and the Divine Punishment Protocol (2/2)

These Magic Points could then be converted to gold coins as well as access to the Mage Tower’s various resources.

Link gave the order. “Initiate.”

With a few hums, history was made in Link’s Mage Tower.

With the Magic Point system working in tandem with the Magicians’ user authority levels, the tower now possessed an extremely fair and transparent hierarchy among its members. With such a system in place, the Mage Tower would experience tremendous improvements in the future, while countless magical talents would be cultivated within its walls. Ultimately, the place would be transformed into one of Firuman’s most glorious magical hubs whose splendor even the High Elves would marvel at.

Of course, this was all in the future. Link had no way of predicting it.

After activating the system, Link then began testing Lily’s control over the offensive magic circle. He ordered, “Lily, activate the Divine Punishment Protocol.”

The Divine Punishment Protocol was what Link had named the offensive magic circle. While it was only at Level-15 for now, Link planned on making further improvements on it in the future.

“Initiating… Activation complete. Lily requires authorization from the highest user authority level in order to initiate attack.” This was Link’s trump card that answered only to Link and no one else.

Link had imposed two usage guidelines on the magic circle. The first rule was that the magic circle would under no circumstance be used on him by anyone else. The second one was the authorization system.

If Link wished to launch an attack using the magic circle while being physically in Ferde, he could personally authorize it to do so. Whenever he was not in Ferde, he could authorize a representative to use the Divine Punishment Protocol in his place. The first rule would be applicable as well to Link’s chosen representative.

As Link was about to begin his test on the magic circle’s offensive capabilities, he turned to the other Magicians around him. The others had finished their tests and nodded at Link in confirmation.

Link then said, “Direction: 30 degrees north of east axis. Target: the flock of birds 3000 feet in the distance. Fire at will.”

Saying this, Link activated the transmitting runestone in his hand. He had already assigned someone 3000 feet away from the Mage Tower to release a flock of seagulls into the air at his signal.

The other Magicians moved to the window, intently observing the moment of impact.

Outside the window, about 30 seagulls were released into the air. They then began to scatter in all directions.

There was a tenth-of-a-second delay on Lily’s part. Then, all four of them heard the sound of a translucent, almost imperceptible beam of light ripping through the air above them.

At the same time, the seagulls in the distance vanished into thin air. They were completely vaporized.

After that, nothing else stirred in the area.

A second later, when the 30 seagulls had evaporated in the sky, Lily’s voice came. “Target neutralized, attack complete.”

It was perfection!

He would probably not survive if he were to be locked down and took such an attack from the magic circle.

Link and the others clapped their hands in celebration of their success.

“With this weapon, no one would be foolish enough to trespass in Ferde,” said Eliard.

“Those High Elves would do better not to overestimate their abilities now,” said Vance, with a hint of concern.

“This place is starting to feel more like a magical city,” said Alloa, laughing.

When the excitement had died down, Link went to check on the energy pool. The attack had apparently expended 0.5 percent of the pool’s total energy. He then checked on the state of the firing magic circle. Some of the circle’s accompanying materials were somewhat overheated, but otherwise, everything functioned normally as before.

The magic circle’s highest firing rate was 200 beams per second. Judging from its energy consumption, it could probably fire around 6000 beams continuously for 30 seconds. Each beam contained Level-15 power.

With such power, he could probably cut a swath through a small army below the Mage Tower!

When everyone else confirmed that they found no abnormalities on their parts, Link said, “Come, a feast awaits us on the observatory. This calls for a celebration!”

Naturally, the other three Magicians had no objection to this.

The observatory’s diameter was more than 30 feet. A windproof magic formation was placed around it. From the observatory, one could look out over all of Scorched City. At that moment, an extravagant banquet had been prepared for them with five attendants around the table waiting to serve them.

As the four of them seated themselves, they began eating and drinking, while relishing in that surreal sensation of towering over everything else below the observatory.

After a while, Eliard exclaimed, “I can’t believe I’m able to experience this moment. To think I had only wanted to remain a normal Magician before…”

He had sacrificed his body and dignity to a rather repulsive countess for half a year in order to pay for his school fees, but now, Eliard had earned the respect and reverence of everyone else for his contributions. He still could not believe what he had been through to arrive at this point.

Vance took a gulp of beer, then sighed, “Me too, I thought I was going to stay a skeleton for the rest of my life. Never had I dreamt that I would be a witness to such a historical moment.”

Alloa, the Maiden of Truth, took a sip from a bottle of fruit wine and smiled. “Leaving the Dark Elves behind was the best decision I had ever made in my life.”

Link laughed, then stood up and vigorously held up his cup. “Everyone, this is just the beginning. The future rests in our hands. Whoever dares cross our path will face our fury!”

Everyone else was in high spirits as well, and they all rose up to raise their cups at Link.

Their drunken merrymaking was then interrupted by a young Magician who had brought in a travel-worn scout. The young Magician looked at the masters of the mystic arts in the observatory with a reverent glint in his eyes. He humbly inclined his head before them, though deep down, he swore to himself that he would one day make a name for himself and be worthy of being invited to such a feast alongside Eliard and the other Magicians.

The messenger, on the other hand, was stunned speechless by such a lively sight. It was also his first time coming to such a high place. He then handed Link the letter in his hand.

“Drink up, then get some rest,” said Link to the messenger. He then tore the envelope open.

There was not much written on the letter. It was news from the Black Forest. When he was finished reading, Link said to the others, “Everyone, it is time!”

It was time to sow the seeds of strength in Ferde and build a magical army that knew no equal in the land of Firuman.