Mage Legend

Chapter 676 - 676: Legendary and Legends in Legends Eighteen Origin

When the magicians finally understood their situation and gradually quieted down, Lynch waved his hand to lift the force field.hat was enough to satisfy his whole life. The magical words seemed like elves, leaping out from some unknown corner deep within Lynch's body, bringing him an entirely new experience.

"Lynch, are you okay?" Zilvra supported the mage, "Your breathing now sounds like a fat sloch beast, and you just carried five hill giants and ran three laps around Ratris City. What's going on?"

"I don't know, maybe I was too focused." Lynch squinted his eyes, comfortably yet somewhat roguishly leaning on Zilvra's shoulder. Suddenly, an inexplicable light flickered in his narrowed eyes. His mouth opened slightly, and his trembling fingers pointed at the magical words in front of him: "This... Did I write this? Impossible!"

Zilvra was not a mage, and no matter what was written on the ground, she couldn't understand it, let alone distinguish any differences. But if any Great Mage came here, they would find that the magic array on the ground didn't belong to any current magical school, being completely constructed with knowledge beyond the existing arcane.

Lynch could only understand a limited part of it, and this was credited to his study of those scrolls about the "Arcane Origin." But he had just learned to call upon the power of the magic origin, and the spells and magic he used were still built on the knowledge he had learned before. Now, the spell in front of him was structured in a way Lynch never truly mastered; it was an ancient Great Arcanist's spell.

Lynch was completely stunned. He didn't know why he could write such things. A sense of fear surged in his heart, entirely replacing the joy from before. He felt as though he was being controlled, or that another soul was buried deep within him. For some reason, "it" borrowed Lynch's hand, writing down these magical words.