Chapter 481: Divine Artifact

After Lawrence left, Christie Brad got straight to the point: “Come to Stanford University after this semester ends. Anthony has already extended an invitation to you, hasn’t he? Professor Estin is waiting for you.”

She directly handed a letter to Li Mochen—an admission notice personally signed by Professor Estin.

Li Mochen hesitated. He felt he might not need to study under Estin. This was because his recent analysis of magical knowledge was accelerating. Since Robert became a true demigod, the merit energy he received daily had reached one hundred and fifty strands.

This could help him continuously cast Wish spells to understand those obscure and difficult concepts.

“Stanford University can grant you maximum freedom. You can do whatever you want during your studies. Professor Estin won’t treat you as a ‘student’ either. He looks forward to discussing magical knowledge and the fundamentals with you. He believes he can gain much from you.”

Christie saw Li Mochen’s reluctance but was confident she could persuade him: “Beyond that, we will help you build an eight-story magic tower!”

Li Mochen was stunned, staring at her in surprise.

“A magic tower is only related to a mage’s spiritual power. Your soul is exceptionally strong, and you are also a magic swordsman and a sorcerer. You are capable of controlling a magic tower. In fact, if you wish, you could become a twelfth-level energy mage in just a few dozen minutes.”

Christie emphasized: “Andrei! You should know that the forbidden spells mastered by a magic envoy are closely tied to their magic tower, right? And the tower’s level ultimately depends on its initial foundation. Andrei, you now have the opportunity to have four magic envoys, including Professor Estin, design the tower’s structure for you. Your grandfather is also highly accomplished in magic arrays, but he may not have the time.”

Li Mochen was genuinely tempted. As Wenjian Taoran, he had also mastered a few forbidden spells, but those were achieved through special magical artifacts.

In this world, energy mages used ‘magic towers’ to unleash such destructive power.

Li Mochen was very interested in this creation—a combination of a ‘pocket world’ and a ‘life-bound artifact.’ It was the ‘boat to the other shore’ uniquely built by energy mages.

Besides, mastering a few more forbidden-level spells wouldn’t hurt.

“I don’t understand, Christie. Is it necessary to go this far?”

“Factions! Wherever there are people, there will always be conflict. The New Continent’s Magic Association is no different. We look forward to a powerful partner.”

Christie didn’t explain much: “Andrei, we need your support.”

Li Mochen fell into thought again. Just then, Eliza walked over, handed him a satellite phone, and specifically reminded: “It’s a disposable number.”

Li Mochen’s expression turned serious. He apologized to Christie and stepped out onto the balcony.

The voice coming through the receiver was Michelle Medici’s.

“I’ve broken off negotiations with them, Andrei.”

Li Mochen was full of question marks, wondering who exactly this person was negotiating with and about what.

“The Dragon Witch Cult. They want to end this war but aren’t willing to pay the price. I predict they will launch a major operation targeting you or the Wiltonshire Group, dealing you a heavy blow that forces you to swallow the bitter fruit of defeat.”

Michelle cleared up Li Mochen’s confusion: “So strike first, child! Here’s a piece of news for you: the Dragon Witch Cult’s demigod dragon witch ‘Barbos’ and its ‘Holy Director’ Magdalen are active in California. I’m certain these two demigods are injured, from a battle with a magic envoy twenty years ago. Find a way to eliminate them within seven days! It will benefit both you and me. Their location and intelligence will be delivered to you shortly.”

Li Mochen’s expression turned grave. He instinctively wanted to ask Michelle why the Dragon Witch Cult had sought him out for mediation, but after a moment’s thought, he decided not to ask over the phone.

Michelle didn’t give him a chance to ask either. After saying these few words, he hung up directly.

Li Mochen stood still for a moment, then returned to Christie.

“I am honored by Professor Estin’s invitation. But before that, Ms. Brad, could you do me a small favor?”

He wasn’t asking for help with the two Dragon Witch Cult demigods. Robert Yvonne’s Wind God’s Fang was about to become a divine artifact. It only needed three legendary beasts before it could be tested in battle.

To coerce someone into killing demigods and opposing the Dragon Witch Cult for an admission offer that clearly benefited him—that would be too excessive and shameless.

So what he wanted this magic envoy to help with was something else.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the hall, Joseph Don Quixote summoned Felton Williams to the front.

Normally, Joseph felt nauseated just looking at this man. But now, his hoarse voice carried a hint of temptation.

“Williams, right? See that bastard? The one surrounded by many just now. The President came for him.”

“I heard you’ll be facing him in the ring in two days. Want to destroy him? It’s hard for us, but easy for you.”

…

Two days later, at the foot of an unnamed hill in the dark world. Robert used Wind God’s Fang to behead a legendary black iron griffin, pierced its heart, then thrust the set of thirteen mythical weapons into the griffin’s corpse, absorbing its flesh and soul.

After harvesting the soul of the tenth legendary beast, Wind God’s Fang was already a true divine artifact, but it still had weaknesses and flaws.

Until this moment, a violent storm formed around the thirteen swords, with countless thunderbolts flashing and exploding, growing increasingly intense.

Beside it, Robert bowed respectfully toward a sixteen-story magic tower floating in the air. The owner at the tower’s top nodded slightly, cast a final deep glance at Robert’s Wind God’s Fang, then vanished along with the magic tower beneath her feet.

Not far away, Delfinia watched the entire ‘evolution’ of the mythical weapon, her eyes showing undisguised envy.

Through Wind God’s Fang, the blood-eyed maid had gained the power of twelve fifth-level legendary creatures and one demigod creature, along with their respective innate abilities: the earth magic and devouring power of the Dark Salamander, the lightning and purification power of the unicorn, the poison resistance, toxicity, and corrosion of the legendary two-headed hydra, and the metallic skin and wind enhancement of the legendary black iron griffin. There were more than a dozen abilities in total, all more or less related to ‘wind.’

Just now, a casual wind blade from Robert had fatally wounded the legendary black iron griffin, without any need for Delfinia’s help.

That was already the power of a twenty-ninth-level spell! The thirteen beasts’ understanding of ‘wind’ and their accumulated talents had elevated Robert’s spells like ‘Wind Blade’ and ‘Death Storm’ to a rank comparable to the gods.