Just when the flames destined to go down in history and be called the "Elichar Revolt" by the later bearers of the Red Flag had already ignited in the most prosperous cities in the Orso Heaven District, and were showing the momentum of a prairie fire, on the highest island in the Orso Heaven District, the huge magic circle finally reached the last step of operation.

"What a long journey, at my age, I have to stand here with you for nearly a whole day." Lady Ovilia Dandilaine let out a long sigh, her staff in her hands and a tired face. Her appearance has always been much younger than her real age, and at first glance she looks like a noble lady who is only over forty years old but still charming, charming, and elegant, but now her mental outlook is really very close to a dying old man.

Of course, such a transcendent spellcaster, the head of a transcendent family, will not always show his exhaustion to outsiders, especially retainers and juniors. Lady Ovilia took a purple potion from her bosom and poured it into herself. In an instant, she opened her eyes and straightened her body, and her mental and physical strength seemed to have recovered to their peak in an instant...... It's just that this noble lady seems to have a few more wrinkles on her face. Of course, considering her real age, these are just minor details that are not worth mentioning.

"Among our partners, you and I are the only ones who know how to puzzle the world, and we can only work a little harder. Thankfully, with that device, we can use the magic of just the two of us to work this large-scale magic, and there is a way to take a break. The ancestor of the Violet family, Golde Wielambat, said. He was also pale at the moment, and he felt that no one would be surprised to ascend to heaven at any time.

However, he had not yet ascended to heaven after all, so he finally had the strength to find a bottle of the same potion and pour it into himself.

"I heard that the potion made by that little girl named Moore is better than the recipe that we old zombies have used for more than 500 years, and it may not have such a significant recovery effect, but the side effects are almost negligible." Ovilia said to Gold.

"I know, so I sent someone to buy some success from her workshop before the war, but now I haven't even deduced all the materials, let alone the restoration recipe and the structure of the technique. We are a group of old zombies, but the people below are all waste, and the fresh blood that we finally want to include has become a great enemy who wants to bury us completely. But even so, we still have to struggle. ”

"We're silverfish! However, even bugs need to struggle before they can be eaten by birds. Ovilia laughed, "So, it's time to start the final step...... It's just that, looking at the structure of your spell and technique, it seems that there have been some modifications. ”

"What we are calling back is not a fragment of some broken old world, but the ark that will guide our civilization into the new world, which is not the same." Old Gold Road.

"Introducing a new world...... Ark? Lady Auvilia raised her eyebrows, and poked her head out to look at the Oraheran Fortress, where there were tens of thousands of enemy troops; She looked to the other side, in the distance at the bustle of Elichar, where the people were revolting.

"New world." The old lady of the squinting family smiled, her face full of indescribable sarcasm.

Old Master Gold didn't see it, waved his hands lightly, and pulled out a complex magic array in the void in front of him. He reached into the aura of the magic circle with his right hand, and with a slight pull, pulled out a short staff-like object. The object was only slightly longer than the forearm, and was the same size as the standard staff that the Learned Alliance had issued to magical apprentices and poor ghost battle mages. The head of the rod is like the morning sun like a brilliant gold, the overall presentation is the shape of a roulette wheel, and the axle wheel supporting the skeleton of the roulette is also embellished with various colored gems to decorate the shape of the sun, moon and stars; The body of the rod is divided into two parts, the upper part is a cloud-like white color, and the whole body has no blemish, as if it was polished little by little from a whole piece of fine white jade; The second half is a slightly dull and dark-toned pale blue, and even feels a little rusty, and the shape is rugged and simple, with a lot of convex teeth and dents, and it looks like a key that has been around for quite a long time.

This is the family treasure of the Wilambat family, and it has the famous staff of "Oktaria's right to wisdom". Of course, it can also be referred to simply as "Violet Authority". As we hear the name, we know that this treasure is famous because of its owner, but not the other way around. As a result, it is not surprising that the Violet authority was created by Octalia, the ancestor of the Wilambart family, one of the founding fathers of the Federation and one of the leading alchemy and magic masters of our time.

"However, this is all a fabricated pretense, right?" Ovillea said.

"If the story is made up for a few hundred years, it will become true and eventually history." "I would have been prepared to do this without the change brought about by our old friend Oroucello, because his real history is meaningless. The newest things, the things that will bring change to the world, but they need to be used to awaken the most old history, and that's what we need to do now! ”

"Change cannot be stopped. However, if we can't grasp the change in our hands, it is meaningless. It is with this kind of consciousness that we have survived until today. Lady Ovilia said.

Gold was noncommittal, silent for a few more seconds, and then turned back and said, "Olga, let's start." ”

The girl of the House of Wilambat nodded, and began to operate her machine with her own hands. The light of the conduction circuit became brighter and brighter, as if a dozen small suns were shining all the time. The huge amount of energy was transmitted to the circle at the base of the temple through the operation of the machinery and pipelines, as if the light energy was rushing into the entire island.

The huge formation that had taken almost a whole day to draw up by the two great magicians began to work silently. Originally, the huge magic circle derived from the entire temple foundation on such a scale would consume almost all of the physical strength and magic power of the two Arcane Gate Lords just by sketching it, so it was not at all something that "manpower" could operate. But if it can't be operated, such a spectacular magic circle, no matter how complicated, how subtle, how mysterious, how great, but it is just a meaningless drawing work.

But now, the guiding mechanism set up here has finally completed the only and most insurmountable step of this giant magic circle—a steady stream of magic power.

The two heads of the house began to chant incantations aloud, but to those around them, it sounded like a language they had never heard before, mysterious, elegant, pure, yet majestic.

"Yes, is it dragon language?" Princess Ina from Anrotalia asked her sister-in-law.

"What I can understand in dragon language is not this, nor is it the language of giants and mortal elves, nor is it the language of the dome." Olga shook her head. She is not a mage but has a superior IQ, and she naturally can't speak the above languages that require realm and strength to pronounce, but it is absolutely no problem to listen and read.

Of course, it can't be demonic language. If Demon Yu had such an elegant and clear painting style, their reputation would not be so bad.

And by this time, the lengthy incantation had finally reached its final paragraph.

"The will of the ancients is in my hands; The fragments of the world return to reality! Follow the rules of the world, respond to the will of all beings, and respond to my call! I am the agent of the will of the world, and I am the executor of the completion of the achievement. The aetheric tide that surrounds you is about to dissipate, passing through the barrier of spatial suppression! ”

"Back to the present world, right? Outcast of the Aether Sea! Guardian of the Firmament! ”

Old Gold stabbed the staff in his hand into the circle that rose in front of him, and then chanted the last line of the incantation aloud: "Return!" The city guarded by my ancestors! ”

Countless halos, the halos on the magic circle, the guiding device, and the magic on the two magisters, suddenly converged into a single point, floated into the sky, and then disappeared into the invisible in an instant. For a while, the island, which was still brightly set off like day, once again returned to the darkest place.

Time passed quickly, that is, a few seconds. Of course, it may also be very slow. Because some people present already thought that they had failed, they sat on the ground and could not stand up again.

However, soon, the wheel of light, which was hundreds or thousands of times larger than the white point of light just now, suddenly appeared in the night sky, shaking people so much that they couldn't open their eyes. Under the cover of the light, everyone almost ignored the sudden stagnation like a huge wave in the void of the night. They waved wildly and hissed wildly, like a bunch of twisted goblins trying to capture the sun-like wheel of light back into their own world. However, they did not seem to belong to this world after all, and in the gap between the halo and the night sky, they began to pause, dissipated and finally disappeared without a trace.

And at this time, the light wheel also began to spread. Instead of diffusing its light in all directions like the sun, it turns the light into lines, forming a neat and tight border, as if drawing a huge architectural composition in the air.

Soon, structures of such a scale that they almost rivaled the entire island of Elichar stood in the dark night sky. In the structure of the painted lines, the ontologies that make up their reality begin to emerge, condense, solidify, and finally form a down-to-earth ontology.

A few minutes later, the colossal artificially hovered over Elichar, like a palace of the gods, overlooking everything in the world.

Its name is the Spiral Fortress, the city of Leren Saxophone, and in the era of the great collapse of the War of the Gods, it was a symbol of hope, and was called the "Ark of the Sky" by the people of the world who fought for survival and the continuation of civilization.