Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 481 - 118. Canyue hasn’t arrived yet

Chapter 481: 118. Canyue hasn’t arrived yet

Natural Ecology Academy, student woodland dormitory.

Although they had been informed that this student mechanized battle was unlike any before, when the members of the Magic Application Academy’s student union arrived on-site with detection equipment, the scene before them made every single person frown, their expressions sour.

Inspectorate President Modote Husel bowed his head, picking up the mechanical skull of Draphys. Despite being clad in thorough protective gear, the residual elemental radiation still caused a faint erosion of his spiritual power, making his mind somewhat dizzy.

He maintained a strictly professional demeanor, commanding his magical assistant—a Magic Coffin shaped like an inverted pyramid—to fly over and emit a "Dissociation Technique" beam. Under the precise cutting of the emerald beam, a small piece of the skull was chipped off.

The associate beside him invoked the "Mage’s Hand," suspending the fragment in the Void and placing it into a prepared detection box.

While waiting for the results, he set the mechanical skeleton before him and scanned it momentarily with the "Advanced Detection Technique" from his exoskeleton. The Magical Guided Brain processed the information quickly, and the next moment, the crystal lens instantly popped up with a mass of information.

"This is neither a golem nor a robot from a technological civilization—the Mechanics would not resort to something as obsolete as steam to build robots."

As he spoke, his face was bathed in a deep blue arcane glow.

Modote turned his head—it was the fire brigade casting spells to put out the fire, drawing elements from the atmosphere, summoning carbon dioxide to form dry ice.

With the elemental energy in this region being excessively vigorous and agitated, even though it also amplified their elemental spell effects, it increased their workload significantly. Soon, Modote heard the fire brigade students cursing:

"Last time I saw an elemental riot this intense, it was during my internship in the semi-plane of Nya Hell!"

It wasn’t just the fire—elementals, generally at the Gamma Rank, burst out into the air now and then, dragging around gusts of cold wind, raging fires, and bursts of rocks everywhere.

Even the normally calm and collected trees were affected by the elemental fluctuations and began growing unrestrainedly—Modote even saw a girl entangled by tree roots, half of her body dragged underground. Fortunately, her cries were loud enough that the fire brigade students soon came running with a magical guided chainsaw, felling the strangely evil tree.

All around was incredibly magical—or perhaps in the mages’ view, it should be called "sci-fi"—Modote’s expression became even more serious.

"Father of Crystal above, what on earth did someone brew up here?"

Sylia Ruth, clutching her riot gun, uttered in shock, voicing the very thoughts in Modote’s mind.

As a new member of the Inspectorate Committee, confronted with such staggering destruction, she felt an unparalleled horror. The originally tranquil campus life seemed to transform suddenly into the frontline of the Galactic Eye Battlefield.

In such an environment, watching the danger level climb on her support panel, the radiation counter clicking violently, trees, air, fierce fires, rocks, water - everything could turn into a twisted little monster and pounce at any time.

"How terrifying... how staggering... such intense destructive power—it’s impossible for a mere student to possess this, isn’t it, Minister Modote?"

Her gaze soft and eyes rippling, she looked towards the strongest, a third-year student, Modote.

The latter at the moment was clad in magical powered armor as bulky as both an astronaut’s and a knight’s plate armor, giving a strong sense of security whether it was his riot bolt-action rifle held in his left hand or the steel-framed magic guidebook at his waist.

This Minister, as the current favorite of the President, was not only about to break through to Epsilon and reach the Zeta Rank, but had also been diligently maintaining campus order perfectly organized for years without any major chaos.

"Minister?"

However, to the sympathetic and charming newbie, Modote simply shook his head, rising from the ground, his formidable Epsilon-figure in this riot of natural forces seeming utterly insignificant.

"I do not know,"

Modote responded.

"This power... It could be some sort of weapon, or perhaps a result of a forbidden spell."

"Could it be that there’s an ’Implant Gear’ from the Sovereign faction mixed in here?" Sylia gripped the gunstock, quietly adding, "There were incidences before, where holders of high-risk Arcane Energy, through alliances with traitors, sent Growth-armored Vanguards into schools, causing severe crises in Trevela—"

"—The Higgs Field is unchanged, indicating that this is not the work of any malevolent Arcane User,"

Modote cut off her groundless speculation:

"It’s best not to mention anything related to Arcane Energy, especially Growth-armored Vanguards..."

Sylia was briefly stunned, then quickly realized her blunder and nodded:

"Ah, I forgot the Student Union bans mentioning ’Canyue’..."

"The Student Union doesn’t care, there are no taboos," Modote said indifferently, "but two years ago, relatives and friends of the victims caused by ’Canyue’, and President Colina, might ’particularly’ care."

Sylia nodded, understanding Modote’s kindness.

Two years ago, a holder of high-risk Arcane Energy nicknamed ’Canyue’ mysteriously collaborated internally and externally, dispatching twelve Growth-armored Vanguards to invade Trevela.

At that time, no one knew how he had breached the tightly-knit Spell network interception or how he had bypassed the bio-screening, allowing these Zeta Rank Growth-armored Vanguards, carrying his Arcane Energy to stealthily and forcefully enter the deepest parts of various campuses and steal a multitude of precious research materials and extraordinary knowledge.

On that day, Baizhu Interstellar University’s Inspection Department decided on a sudden inspection, just in time to encounter Canyue’s vanguards, and fortunately, the patrolling members were top students about to graduate.

More than a dozen students, with their excellent strength and tactical coordination, along with home ground advantage, subdued the vanguards.

However, that was also the beginning of a misfortune.

After the incident was exposed, Canyue decided to destroy the vanguards, and each of the Growth-armored Vanguards’ super genes mutated, triggering a catastrophic Arcane Energy disaster unprecedented in history.

Those who experienced it described: it was like a nuclear explosion without smoke and flame, where 20 out of 26 teachers and students died on the spot.

The only survivor either died from cancers caused by gene mutations later or became invalids due to incurable diseases.

This kind of scandal and destruction couldn’t be measured by money for the lost knowledge and materials.

Seeing such a disaster again today... it’s hard not to recall that terrifying attack that shook the entire civilization of the Crystal Tower.

"Canyue eventually escaped scot-free, and no one could capture him. It was also to counteract such scum that the Education Department spent a fortune to set up the Higgs Field,"

Modote added a reminder:

"He won’t sneak in again, no Arcane User can leave Trevela’s campus alive. Now Baizhu is not what it used to be, with Minister Balkmon overseeing, a Kappa Rank strongman, in the Layer Abyss, is like a deity... You don’t need to worry."

"Hmm, thank you for comforting me." Sylia blushed, feeling comforted by Modote’s straightforward and sincere care.

’That’s right, knowing that Arcane Energy is severely suppressed under the Higgs Field, I still worried about Growth-armored Vanguards sneaking in... Ha, truly worrying over nothing.’

She thought to herself:

’Senior Modote is really so handsome... I must seize this opportunity to perform well in front of him...’

The thoughts of a young girl, Modote, being a straightforward and direct man of Fine Gold, had no interest in entertaining.

What he cared more about was the outcome of this disaster... How long would it take to return to normal?

In Modote’s eyes, this was entirely the act of a Zeta Rank strongman.

"The detection results will come out soon, this might just be a normal natural disaster."

As Modote spoke, a pyramid-shaped Magic Coffin nearby suddenly lit up with a red flash, alerting him to the presence of someone approaching. He immediately looked toward the indicated direction, demanding sharply:

"Who’s there? Come out."

Clatter!

A row of riot guns immediately aimed forward, the Inspectorate pulled the bolts, infusing Magic Power, and the Energy Gathering Ring on the barrels instantly turned them into a dazzling blue color as a warning.

Figures rustled in the woods, and after a while, a freshman with a stiff expression slowly walked out.

"It’s me, don’t shoot! I’m one of us!"

Seeing this situation, the freshman quickly raised both hands:

"I’m Leoz, a freshman at the Magic Application Academy. I came here to meet a senior sister to discuss Magic Potions, here’s my Information Rune for verification!"

As he spoke, he also waved his student ID and Information Rune in his hand.