The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 272

The Ivory Turtle's eyes were rounded with heat, mouth agape, and blood even trickled from its nostrils. "Hey, hehe…" It laughed foolishly, no longer caring about the altar's inheritance. Its four small legs scurried back and forth in search of the perfect vantage point.

"So perfect!"

"Such a figure!"

"So tender."

"Ah, I've fallen for her."

"My dear little darling, this woman is beyond compare."

"Don't just soak there. Move a little."

"Curse it, who invented clothes?"

The little white turtle frantically peered through the gaps in the foliage, eagerly watching Mariela in the spring, wishing it could leap towards her.

Mariela furrowed her brows ever so slightly, sensing as if unseen eyes were upon her. Could it be the Magi-Monsters? She was a maiden pure as the driven snow, unaccustomed to unwarranted attention, not even from beasts. With a flick of her wrist, she sent out a fierce wave of the sword's energy that caused the leaves of the ancient trees to rustle and fall, blanketing the spring and concealing her flawless figure beneath the water's surface.

The little white turtle grew angry. "Blast it, let me see. What's the matter with you — you're clothed!"

...

The chaos of Atlantis raged on for ages, filled with endless skirmishes and looting, as every soul was consumed by a bloodthirsty frenzy.

Lord Warbringer cleaved through the seabed's crust, delving deeper in search of any opportunity.

The Cobalt Strike Commander and the Bloodlore Commander launched fierce assaults on the Sea- Gulping Whale and others, vying for the priceless treasures in their possession.

The vast ocean floor had turned into a macabre battlefield, with surging energies boiling over untold regions. Massive waves roared between sky and sea, and tsunamis engulfed the Cloudveil Woods for miles. Dark clouds roiled, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and torrential downpours merged with the sea, blurring the line between waves and clouds.

In the end, the Floral Enchantress Commander withdrew. Taking her treasures and the Floral Enchantress' Protégés, she was the first to leave the bloody theater of war.

Lord Viperbane, the White Tiger, the Sea-Gulping Whale, and others retreated in succession. They had all suffered great blows but had seized their desired magical treasures and saw no reason to linger. Their departure did not ease the bedlam beneath the waves; if anything, it intensified. With these dominant figures gone, there were no restraints.

In the end, Atlantis was utterly destroyed, annihilated in the frenzied scramble of countless humans and Magi-Monsters. Their mad combat created countless whirlpools and tidal waves, churning violently, sweeping away broken bricks, shattered edifices, and swathes of bodies.

Many mercenaries who had grabbed their fill of treasures fled the seabed, hiding in the forests, while many sea beasts, now enriched, left the battlefield in groups.

Lord Warbringer and other mighty ones had obtained many precious relics from the palace, rendering their venture not in vain.

The thunderous invasion drew to a close, ending on a note of bitter satisfaction for some. However, the Grand Elder was disappointed. Although they had acquired many treasures, few truly stirred their hearts, falling far short of their initial expectations.

Historical records spoke of ancestral legacies of ancient kings, holding even more astonishing secrets. Where were they? Had the chaos caused them to miss these treasures, or had someone else unwittingly stolen them away? What exactly did the legacy entail, and where could it be hidden?

The Cobalt Strike Commander was also disheartened. Ever since his appointment, he had been seeking the secrets of the ancient realm. Twenty years had passed, and was this the outcome? The treasures that should have belonged to Cobalt Strike were mercilessly divided, and the most coveted secrets remained undiscovered.

"Where is Alavin? If he orchestrated all of this, what was his aim?" The Cobalt Strike Commander had not seen a hint of Alavin from the start to the end.

"Have you found the Immortal Edge?" The Grand Elder approached the Commander. The legendary artifact had not been found, and they were clueless about who had unlocked Atlantis. He had only one suspicion — they had been played!

The Commander shook his head. "We will uncover the truth."

"Commander, I have a question."

"Speak."

"Where on earth did the Chained Spirit of the Warrior Tribe of the East go?" The Grand Elder had no right to inquire into the secrets of Botanic Haven, but he was truly discontent. He had awaited this opportunity for many years, only for it to end in such disarray. He was now certain that it was

the Chained Spirit who had awakened the Immortal Edge hidden within the Golden Scorch and had used it to unlock Atlantis. Perhaps the true Kings' Acceptance had been taken by the Chained Spirit.

"The Chained Spirit has fled, and Botanic Haven has been in pursuit," the Commander said indifferently.

"Forgive my frankness, but Botanic Haven doesn't seem to be in any hurry!" Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"How Botanic Haven conducts their investigation is their business, not yours."

The Grand Elder's brows knit slightly as he looked at the Commander's profile, a glint of severity flashing in his eyes. The Commander, noticing the change in the Grand Elder’s gaze, turned to look, but the Grand Elder had already lowered his eyelids, pressing no further.