The clean-up of the battlefield is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The mages quickly caught the claustrophobic space and sealed it off.

The Elliot Half-Plane has been devastated by the battles of several legendary mages against many Sauron xenos, and the soil has deposited a high concentration of magic that is difficult to use, and it is expected that this area will become a wasteland in the next few decades.

But at the very least, the half-plane was successfully held.

This is also the first time that mages have successfully defended an attacked half-plane in the face of the large-scale appearance of Sauron xenomorphs.

Reinhardt stood in front of the only intact structure in the entire plane, crouched down and grabbed a handful of dirt with his armored gloves.

"These soils are mixed with the blood of the Xosaurons and our magic, and the usual plants planted on them will die almost immediately due to the erosion of mana, and the water flowing through these soils will also be contaminated, and people and animals may be in danger of their lives if they drink it, this is the Magic Desert."

He said with a grunt, looking up, and pulling out a cloth bag from the void.

"What is this?"

The high-level mage Saxon was still regretting on the side, and when he saw Reinhardt's actions, he immediately came over.

"This is a special magic plant developed by me using mechanical means, which can be used as a catalyst for a variety of spells, but unfortunately its own growth requires a large supply of mana, if you use standard magic stones, the cost is far greater than the benefit, and it was originally a failed work."

Reinhardt said, grabbing a handful of seeds from the bag.

The surface of the sub was uneven and appeared to have many spikes, and Reinhardt scattered them into the black soil in front of him.

I saw these seeds take root, and countless root systems stretched out of them, burrowing into the soil, frantically absorbing the magic power that was difficult to be used by other creatures, and soon some rudiments appeared.

"However, it seems that this nightmare thorn is suitable for transforming such a land."

The dark green thorns grew wildly, quickly forming a thorny field, but in this black soil, it made people feel more intimate.

Even if there were nightmare thorns to absorb the excess magic in this land, I am afraid that it would be a long time before this place became a habitable place again, and it was really unexpected that the once green grass and blue sky Elliot Half-Plane was turned into a wasteland overnight.

In the chamber, Hohenheim was seated at the round table, next to Alberton and David.

"Master Hohenheim, are you going back to the Rainbow Tower?"

David asked, the last time he saw Master Hohenheim was when he was younger, Hohenheim was the predecessor of his teacher, Lord Braggs, a legendary mage who laid the foundation of modern magical society, and as a junior, he naturally respected it.

"It's time to go back and check it out, I have something to talk about with Praggs."

Hohenheim said in a deep voice, and after he regained his senses, he stopped talking as much as he used to, and seemed more composure.

"About the progress of magic over the years, about the war that might come next."

"War?"

Alberton caught the words in Hohenheim's words, and he frowned, and then asked.

"You mean, the Sauron xenomorphs are coming back again?"

Even though at the time of Alberton's fame, Hohenheim had already left the High Council and wandered on the continent, but the talented Alberton still showed enough respect for him, not to mention anything else, judging from the fact that Hohenheim destroyed all the Sauron xenomorphs with one blow just now, his strength is still at the peak, and the strong will naturally be respected by Alberton.

"Where we can't see, the Sauron xenomorphs have actually been multiplying, these monsters that exist to destroy human civilization will not disappear, only where there is civilization, there will be shadows, and they are the deepest shadows."

Hohenheim said, his eyes looking into the void ahead, as if remembering something.

"When I sealed the world memory from the last era, I was attacked by the Xomorph of Sauron, and I used to think that these monsters only rely on instinct to attack all living creatures, but at that time I clearly felt that these monsters acted regularly."

There is a regularity, which means that it has been adjusted, and it means that the Sauron xenomorph has a certain degree of intelligence, because of the bizarre resistance transmission ability of the Sauron xenomorph beyond distance, the communication between their populations should be more convenient than that of humans, if the Sauron xenomorph produces some individuals with extraordinary intelligence, it is an extremely terrifying thing.

This is the equivalent of mages facing an army that is absolutely obedient to orders, has rapid communication between various parts, is extremely combative, and has a huge numerical advantage, which is undoubtedly desperate.

"I only hope it's my delusion, or that the Sauron xenos have gradually mastered some wisdom over the course of their long evolutionary career, and not that it's another outcome."

Hohenheim didn't go on, but both Alberton and David could guess Hohenheim's concerns.

His concern was that if these Sauron xenos were not the result of their own volition, but were manipulated by some higher-level being, then the mages might have to face even more intractable enemies.

In any case, although the Sauron xenomorphs that appeared on a large scale in the Elliot half-plane were killed, the reason behind it made Hohenheim even more worried, he had been asleep for too long, and there were so many things to tell the High Council about the world, but at least, it was not too late.

On the rooftop of the council chamber, Newington was standing, looking out in the direction of the ruins.

There, ant-like mages are carefully investigating every corner of the ruins, although they are in ruins, this ruins still hold many secrets waiting to be discovered, such as the strange black pillar, although Hohenheim has obtained its core, but people have not yet been able to fully analyze what material this pillar is made of and how it was made.

Another example is the claustrophobic space, how teleportation spells work in the dead realm, how this claustrophobic space is controlled, and how those humans created the Sauron xenomorph in this cage, these are also unsolved mysteries.

The excavation of a relic is accompanied by more questions and a crisis that may come at any time, and the mages cannot relax for a moment.

But Newington had his teacher in mind.

He thought that Penzance had long been so disappointed in himself that he had long forgotten that he was a student.

But at that critical juncture, Penzance stood up and stood in front of his students, even at the cost of his own life.

Newington felt his nose sore a little, and he pulled out an extremely flat piece of parchment from the bottom of the storage bag and gently opened it.

This was the first letter Penzance had ever written to himself, in which he praised Newington's magic skills and hoped to accept him as a student, and Newington remembered how happy he was when he received it, and he read it several times and memorized its contents.

Even after breaking with Penzance, Newington still carries the letter with him and treasures it to this day.