Exploring Technology in a Wizard World
Chapter 415 - 414: The Disappearing White Stone Tower

Chapter 415: Chapter 414: The Disappearing White Stone Tower

Under the sun’s rays, on top of a mountain not too far from White Stone Tower.

Ron Mei’er, clad in a golden robe, stood there and slowly set down the Crystal Skull in his hand, then flipped his hand and tucked it away. He squinted towards the mountain where White Stone Tower was located, pursed his lips, and after a long while, he spoke to himself, "This is really troublesome, but there’s no other way."

As he finished speaking, Ron Mei’er reached into his bosom and pulled out a scroll.

The scroll seemed unremarkable, its surface showing signs of age with a yellow patina, as if it would crumble into dust with just a little pressure.

Ron Mei’er carefully unrolled the scroll, revealing its contents.

It could be seen that the scroll didn’t contain any text, but rather a pattern drawn with various dyes. Each line of the pattern was made up of fine lines, which in turn were composed of even finer lines, layer upon layer, unfathomably complex.

Having glanced at the pattern, Ron Mei’er moved his lips, uttering an obscure and difficult incantation. The next moment, flames burst forth, and the scroll burned in his hands, gradually turning to ashes.

"Hum!"

Just as the entire scroll was consumed, the whole space trembled, and a beam of white light emerged from the ashes of the scroll, shooting rapidly towards the sky.

"Boom!"

A clap of thunder sounded, and the sky within several dozen miles changed color.

It was as if ink had been spilled, the vast white clouds turned dark, cumulus clouds gathered densely, day turned into night as if the end of the world had suddenly descended.

After a short while, the dark clouds in the sky began to rotate around a center, forming a vortex. At the center of the vortex, a black speck suddenly dropped out, growing larger and larger.

"Boom!"

The sound of an explosion carried across the lands, a massive, mountain-sized meteor, ablaze with flames, plummeted towards the ground, its target—White Stone Tower!

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Inside White Stone City.

The air seemed to suddenly solidify, the atmosphere oppressively tense.

Whether by instinct or not, numerous livestock broke free from their pens and ran out into the streets, while many ordinary people stood with their eyes wide and bodies trembling, fearfully watching the meteor falling from the sky.

The White Stone Tower complex.

Many Wizards took to the air, looking up at the massive meteor growing ever closer to the ground, exchanging glances that showed panic—they had never faced a situation like this before.

"What do we do?" someone asked.

"Attack with full force, break the meteor into pieces?" someone suggested.

"Impossible, the meteor is too big, it’s basically indestructible," someone else negated.

"Then what do we do, flee?" another suggestion came.

"Could we escape? It’s too large, too fast; even if we risked our lives, we wouldn’t be able to flee a safe distance before it lands," the suggestion was rejected again.

"Stand our ground?" A third proposal appeared.

"Do you think it’s possible to withstand it? Besides, even if by some fluke we survive, White Stone City would be flattened, and White Stone Tower would be finished," someone pessimistically said.

"So what exactly do we do?" someone said angrily.

"Don’t ask me, I... I don’t know either." Most people were at a loss.

"Damn it!" someone cursed aloud, unwilling to waste any more time. They had made up their mind and started to sprint towards the city outskirts, fleeing with all their might. Some stood still, quietly waiting for death. Others landed on the ground, desperately using Shaping Earth Magic to dig holes, trying to hide from the catastrophe.

As the many wizards were preoccupied, the mountainous meteorite trailing flames had already fallen, and with a "boom," it made contact with the ground.

Instantly, the meteorite shattered, releasing a strange energy wave that spread throughout White Stone City.

Wizards who had luckily escaped the meteorite’s direct assault and harbored a sliver of hope to leave the city, those hiding deep underground preparing to defend against the meteorite’s impact—all were affected by the energy wave, and their faces changed dramatically the next moment.

Wizards flying mid-air crashed to the ground, while those hiding below vomited blood violently.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fragments of the meteorite crumbled, "boom boom boom" crashing down upon various areas of White Stone City, with the shockwave pulverizing everything. In moments, White Stone City had become a complete ruin, an image of utter desolation.

At this time, an enormous flow of debris formed, carrying numerous bricks, stones, and dirt, spreading like an avalanche in all directions, with the roaring noise unceasing.

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

...

"My lord!"

The coachman, having driven a good distance from White Stone City, realized something was wrong. Turning back and seeing the state of White Stone City, he was terrified out of his wits and quickly called out, urgently saying to Richard in the carriage, "My lord, my lord, take a look, what happened?"

Richard, after hearing the coachman’s words, showed almost no change in expression. It wasn’t that he wasn’t shocked, but that he had already been shocked—from the appearance of the meteorite, he had been paying attention to the situation of White Stone City, right up to now.

In Richard’s view, the fact that White Stone City was destroyed by a sudden meteorite, excluding the nearly impossible accident, there was only one reasonable explanation—that was the work of the Mysterious Organization behind Ji Burlen.

But... if it really was them, how powerful must they be?

Controlling a meteorite was far more terrifying than controlling weather or climate. It was akin to manipulating astronomical events. Could it be a Level 4 Wizard? Or perhaps a Level 5 Wizard?

Richard frowned deeply, feeling a strange pressure in his heart.

"My lord, my lord!" As Richard was deep in thought, the coachman, seeing Richard had not replied for a long time, couldn’t help but ask again, "My lord, what do you think happened to White Stone City?"

"Uh, White Stone City, huh." Richard snapped back to reality, glanced at White Stone City, and said to the coachman, "White Stone City, it’s obviously completely destroyed."

"But... how was it destroyed? And how did that big rock fall? Was it the stars in the sky?"

Under normal circumstances, Richard might have enlightened the coachman about the difference between a meteorite and a star, but at that moment he was in no mood and spoke, "Does it make a difference? For now, White Stone City has disappeared, it belongs to the past. Why, do you still want to go back?"

"Gulp." The coachman swallowed hard, shaking his head vigorously, "You’re joking, my lord. I... how could I dare go back."

"That settles it," Richard continued, "Drive fast and let’s get out of here, the further the safer. Haven’t you seen that the aftershock from the falling rock is still spreading outwards? If you don’t hurry, it will catch up to us and then you too will be dead."

"Uh." Startled by the urgency, the coachman didn’t dare to dawdle and quickly drove the carriage forward.

"Clip-clop, clip-clop..."

At this moment Richard looked through the carriage window, observing the outside, he saw a huge cloud of dust rising from White Stone City, the thick, dark clouds in the sky concealing the sun, making the whole world appear grey—a color empty of life, silent, and hopeless.

Withdrawing his gaze, Richard squinted and gently ruffled Pandora’s hair beside him, mumbling in an almost inaudible voice, "Meteorite? Mysterious Organization? This world, it seems to be getting more complicated. Ah, and also more interesting..."

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