The Maelstrom channeled its magic faster than anyone expected, even faster than the spellcasters in the New World had expected.

About two-thirds of the spellcasters have completely lost their ability to cast spells on the way across the ocean, and those mages who travel to the Old World by ship only have to deal with the fact that the magic crystals are rapidly depleting and becoming mortals themselves.

The fate of others is much more tragic, many of those spellcasters who choose to fly fall directly into the sea, and they can't even release a feather fall spell when they lose control, and unfortunately there are almost no mages who can swim.

Except for Sildo. Roosevelt, the former boy, had grown into a qualified spellcaster by this time, and his level was over level ten by the player's level.

As a mage apprentice, Sildo's growth rate is amazing enough, but as Xu Yichen's follower, he has never been able to catch up with the hero he followed.

Not only him, but the knight Bart was quickly left behind by Xu Yichen, and no one could have expected that Xu Yichen would be related to the safety of the whole world in just three or four years.

In the face of the fast pace of players, especially those in the Loess District, they can only watch as spectators, witnessing all kinds of changes taking place around them.

Some cities were overthrown, new ones were built, wooden ships grew larger, and then iron ships became iron ships.

Humans, elves, and orcs mingle, obeying an order higher than race, and machines of unprecedented magnitude are assembled in ports and transported to cities, fields, and mines.

Something that the people of the Far South had never seen before kept appearing, and for them every day lived in the future.

When the people of the Loess District told Sierdo that there might be no magic in the future, this young man, who had matured a lot, did not feel too much abnormality.

Magic was foreign to him, and compared to what he had learned from the Serisians, Sildo didn't even think it was the most important of them.

The yield of water-making is far less than that of desalination, the range of paralysis rays is limited, it is not as good as a bow and crossbow, the fireball technique is not as useful as bombs, and while learning magic, Syldo is also learning mathematics, physics, and chemistry at the same time.

He had never used magic to his advantage, nor did he have the opportunity to do so, and even as the Cyris began to rule the Far South, the opportunity to learn magic became more common, and like any other subject, he could sign up for it.

Even if such a power is suddenly lost, people will not react much.

When the world was plunged into such drastic changes, Syldo considered what else he could do if he couldn't become a battle mage and help Xu Yichen gain glory on the battlefield.

There are three paths in front of Sildo, he can write and calculate, he can play his part in many places, and he is one of the most cooperative people among the aborigines, one of the veterans of the Retribution Warband, and the warband welcomes Syldo as management.

But what Sildo really wants to do is to become a teacher, and while he knows he still has a long way to go on the path of science, he believes he can make it accessible to more Indigenous children.

In fact, without magic, Syldo even had a feeling of unburdening, and although Xu Yichen had never recruited him, the only motivation for him to study magic hard was to prepare for it.

Now, he can go ahead and fulfill his ambitions.

The old knight Bart looked at the departed Syldo and offered his blessings, while himself, with a smile on his face, guarded the Black Tower.

A few days ago, Li Yanlong told him that if Xu Yichen could succeed, soon there would be no magic and psionic energy in this world, and the witches would be completely liberated, and they would become ordinary girls, and they would no longer have to worry about dying or becoming monsters one day.

Knight Bart had never slept since that day, standing there like a statue, waiting for that moment with expectant eyes.

Inside the Black Tower, the witches also gathered together, waiting with mixed feelings.

Most of these psionics are still immature, and only Artya is keenly aware of the changes in psionic energy, and the tide of psionic energy is slowly declining from its peak.

It all happened so suddenly, all she knew was that it had to do with Ephilar and the demon hunter, and no matter what, Altya wanted them to succeed.

She hugged Lulu Meow in her arms tightly, and unconsciously stroked the soft ears of the kitten man with her palm: "Wait for everything to be over, let's go to the loess area to live, I always heard Li Yanlong say how prosperous it is, I have saved a lot of money, enough for us to live for half a lifetime, and when Carlo gets married, we will help you watch the children together." ”

The girl Carlo's cheeks flew into two flushes, and she lowered her head and said nothing.

Only the kitten man wagged his tail and asked with great interest, "Will Sister Philar be with us?" Will she marry her brother the Demon Hunter? ”

"Yes, they will." Altya rubbed the kitten man's head vigorously: "Now go to sleep obediently, when you wake up, we can leave the Black Tower, and then we will take a big boat together, the kind of iron boat you have always wanted to sit on, to the other side of the sea, to the hometown of demon hunters, where there are countless delicacies and endless beautiful scenery..."

Before Artya could finish speaking, the kitten-man fell asleep under the influence of psionic energy.

No one knows what the future holds, and the only thing Altea can do is put the youngest witch to sleep and spend this difficult time in her sleep.

The entire world is undergoing a drastic change in the decline of magical power, and almost all legendary powerhouses can feel the decline of the magical environment around them, and the legendary powerhouses around the tower feel it especially strongly.

The Wine Sword Immortal stood beside a pile of corpses, stretched out his hand to watch and feel his magic power constantly being pulled by the large whirlpool in the distance, if it wasn't for a solid foundation, he couldn't even control his energy consumption.

"That's where the change begins." Zhang Guo swallowed the wine in his wine gourd: "Won't you have some?" It's only been a long time, and the taste has faded by half, and if you don't drink it again, it's tasteless. ”

"I can drink anything." The wine sword fairy smiled freely, and threw the peerless good sword he had used for three or four years on the ground, just now in order to intercept a few mages who rushed into the maelstrom, he also ventured into the danger range of the maelstrom, and the magic equipment on his body was all finished in an instant.

But he didn't care, at his level, even if he didn't have extraordinary power and a sword, he could kill people with a wooden stick.