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M: TSIA Chapter 121: Antarctica
🕑 Added 2025-03-21 11:40:06 +0000 UTCAs expected, Doctor Druid's attention was immediately diverted.
Carefully, Doctor Druid picked up the statue and examined it from various angles. His fingers traced every intricate pattern carved into its surface, while a look of awe was etched on Doctor Druid's face.
"An incredible design..." Doctor Druid murmured enthusiastically. "This curse... what is its principle?"
Lance merely glanced at the SHIELD agents still busy in the distance.
"You can take it back for research," Lance said flatly. "But for now, we have to go."
In Lance's mind, he still wanted to maintain his image as a calm and solitary figure in his secondary identity. Dealing too much with SHIELD was not something Lance desired.
Christine spoke in a weak voice, her expression showing concern, "Uh... many are injured. I want to stay and help them."
Vivi shrugged casually. "Then I'll stay too!"
In truth, Vivi didn't care much about saving others. However, Lance had once said that the gratitude from the people they helped would strengthen the White Lantern Ring, and that was enough of a reason for Vivi to pretend to care.
Lance thought for a moment before finally saying firmly, "Bury The Three Arts Wizard first, then you can go back to help."
Vivi blinked, a bit surprised. "A burial?"
Lance nodded. "After all, they are legendary heroes. I don't want their bodies to be torn apart after death or their bones taken for research by certain agents."
Leaving just one werewolf wizard was enough for Lance, but The Three Arts Wizard had to be buried peacefully.
Of course, there was another reason behind Lance's actions. He still had something he wanted to convey to them.
"See you again, Doctor Druid," Lance murmured softly before waving his hand toward the wizard's corpse.
In an instant, Lance pressed his hands on the shoulders of the two women, and their bodies vanished from that place along with the skeletons of the three wizards.
Meanwhile, Brynhildr, who had now returned to her original form, gently placed her hand on Raigō's back.
Without a word, Raigō immediately moved, taking Brynhildr with him and disappearing into the air in an instant.
Raigō's ability to shift through dimensional space was far more difficult to comprehend than ordinary magical portals.
Victoria, who witnessed all of this, could only let out a long sigh. She couldn't help but comment softly, "It happened again..."
Where Victoria clenched her fists, feeling annoyed at how arrogant and reckless these people acted, as if the world were merely a stage for them.
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Somewhere far away, in the vast, silent, and frozen expanse of Antarctica...
Christine shivered, pulling her coat tighter around her body. The cold air bit at Christine's skin, making it hard for her to breathe. With a trembling voice, Christine asked, "W-Where is this?"
"Antarctica," Lance replied calmly, as if this place were not a frozen land that could kill anyone in minutes.
Without much ado, Lance raised his hand. A burst of spiritual energy struck the iceberg in front of him, creating a large, deep hole. Lance then carefully placed The Three Arts Wizard's body inside before moving his hand again. The broken ice rejoined, swallowing their corpses into the depths of the frozen ocean.
However, before sealing them completely, Lance grabbed something—the antlered helmet belonging to the antlered wizard. It was the only remaining magical weapon from them.
Meanwhile, the bodies of the werewolf wizards were left as they were. There was no value left in them. Once a werewolf wizard died, their magical energy dissipated, leaving behind a body that was no more than a large animal carcass. SHIELD or anyone trying to study it would find nothing new.
On the other hand, the bodies of The Three Arts Wizard still retained traces of dark energy from the dark god that had once tainted them. Although that aura had faded, their bodies still held certain value. If they fell into the hands of a dark wizard, they could be transformed into dangerous magical materials.
Lance was not unaware of this. However, Lance was not someone who could bring himself to use corpses for experiments for his own gain. Even if Lance could obtain something by throwing them into the Infinite Altar, he did not want to do so. That was an act more suited for a Dark Wizard, not for Lance.
Moreover, Lance had already obtained something far more valuable than all of this—Dark Young. That alone was already a significant gain, so there was no reason for Lance to seek unnecessary additions.
For a moment, Lance considered throwing Dark Young into the altar as well, to wrap everything up neatly. However, he quickly dismissed the thought. It would only be a futile act. After all, raw materials were never more valuable than finished products.
If Lance could obtain the right materials to create magical equipment, the end result would surely be far more profitable than simply discarding the corpses.
Vivi, who had been observing all this time, finally asked, "So... what exactly is your plan in bringing us here?"
Lance turned to Vivi and nodded. "Hand over your magical weapons to me."
The two women exchanged glances, not quite understanding Lance's intentions, but they complied nonetheless. Christine handed over her two-handed sword, while Vivi gave her magic staff.
Lance accepted both, then closed his eyes. In an instant, Lance's spiritual energy surged, transforming into lightning that coursed through the two weapons.
A flash of light enveloped the sword and staff, causing their forms to change drastically.
The dark two-handed sword that once belonged to Christine had now vanished. In its place, Lance now held a gleaming cross-shaped sword, crafted with such beautiful and elegant design. Its hilt was sleek and smooth, while the tip was rounded, made of white-silver metal that emitted a faint glow.
Meanwhile, Vivi's magic staff underwent a more subtle transformation. Its size remained the same, but its color changed from deep black to dark blue. The blue dragon pattern etched on its surface now appeared more pronounced, as if pulsing with new magical energy.
