Rebirth of the Noble Mage Behind the Scenes

However, since the last pyramid expedition, Dark Crow has been in a continual state of deep sleep due to excessive consumption of power.

"May nothing go wrong under Lord Ray's command…"

Gazing at the newly emerged 'sun' in the night sky many hundreds of kilometers away, Landon looked worriedly.

He did not know what that sun was, but he knew that the recent attacks led by Lord Ray and many other Ninth Rank nobilities were aimed in the direction of that sun.

And now, despite numerous powerful attacks, the sun still shone as brightly as ever, perhaps dimmed slightly, but not noticeably so.

As for the disparity in the power levels of the two parties, he couldn't tell. To him, the aura of both sides seemed to exceed the limits.

"Lord Dark Crow, do you think they can win?"

Looking at the sun in the sky, Landon asked for Dark Crow's opinion out of habit.

"As long as that kind of power on the defenders' side remains, they cannot win."

The voice of Dark Crow came.

"Oh, I see."

Landon nodded, then suddenly reacted to something.

"Lord Dark Crow, have you awoken? Did you gain anything?"

"Normally, I should still be replenishing what I lost in sleep. However, thanks to some special power just now, I seem to have woken up earlier."

Dark Crow's tone sounded regretful regarding Landon's question.

"Indeed, this time, not only did I regain some of my power, but I also remembered many past events."

Saying this, his tone suddenly changed.

"Moreover, it's not just that. I have also sensed the presence of my arch-enemy."

"Lord Dark Crow's arch-enemy? Is it nearby?"

"Yes, I sensed it. It's in that direction, the enemy that made me what I am."

Confused by Dark Crow's statement, Landon looked around, then his gaze hesitantly moved towards the distant battlefield.

"Lord Dark Crow, the enemy you mentioned… could it be on that battlefield…?"

With a strong premonition of unease, Landon carefully voiced his thoughts, hoping it wasn't what he feared.

"Oh? Have you guessed it already?"

However, contrary to his wishes, Dark Crow's tone was strangely mirthful. Simultaneously, Landon directly looked towards that sun.

"To be precise, my arch-enemy's presence is now in the core of that sun."

"But, Lord Dark Crow, didn't you say your enemies during your lifetime were all Eighth Rank?"

Landon asked, unwilling to give up.

"Oh, because I lost a lot of my memories before, I might have remembered incorrectly, forgetting some details."

Dark Crow smiled slyly in his consciousness, making Landon somewhat panic.

"So, as a small repayment for looking after me before, why don't you let me take over your body now?"

"What?"

Startled by Dark Crow's unusual tone, Landon hadn't even reacted before suddenly realizing that his body had stopped obeying him.

"Wait, sir! Don't tell me you plan to use my body to go there and destroy your said arch-enemy…? I'm only at Fifth Rank!"

Fully realizing that the voice in his consciousness was not the usual Dark Crow, Landon tried to resist once more, hoping that the other party would reconsider after thinking about the disparity in strength between them and change their mind at the last moment.

"Not enough power? Hahaha, that doesn't matter! With me here, tonight you will definitely become the center of attention!"

Speaking, amidst shocked gazes from the surrounding Resistance Army members, a terrifying pressure suddenly burst forth from Landon's body.

Like a dark shadow, the Power of Apoptosis emanated from his body, enveloping him completely, and then solidified into a pure black shadow cloak. A mass of shadows gathered on his left shoulder, congealing into a raven phantom with blood-red eyes.

The next moment, with his cape billowing, Landon soared towards the battlefield like a bird, under the awe-struck gazes of everyone.

As for Landon's own consciousness, though it emitted one last scream, no one could hear it.

"Leia, Frey, Lodina, Lanni… you all must wait for me to come back alive!"

.….….

At this moment, the people on the battlefield were still unaware of what was happening afar.

Facing the power that seemed godlike in the sky, and observing the results of the recent attack, many at the Ninth Rank exchanged glances, somewhat caught off guard.

"… Does anyone have any ideas on how to handle this?"

Glancing around at the nearby individuals, Bair of the Crystal Gate frowned and spoke.

It was known that any attack of the Superlimit level was powerful enough to directly kill an ordinary Ninth Rank, severely injure the Ninth Rank Limit, and even break through the shield of the Sky City.

Yet now, three full Superlimit level attacks, even combined with other numerous Ninth Ranker's Superposition Magic, only managed to dim that sun a slight bit.

Even as time passed, the strength of that sun continued to replenish.

How do we fight this?

Could we only stand by and watch the enemy complete that unknown ritual?

"I've noticed something: it can seemingly 'easily' erase our attacks, not because it relies on a higher rule essence than ours, but rather it's purely due to an almost endless total amount of Magic Power."

A Ninth Rank wearing a cloak flowing with Starlight, outwardly seeming like an ordinary girl, spoke up, pinpointing the crux.

"If the attack power we just released was a ten, then the Magic Power released by that sun is a hundred, or even a thousand. With such a magnitude of accumulation, the quantitative change has already reached a qualitative shift.

Unless we can sever its source of power, the Mechanical network. But that brings us back to the previous issue, we're already out of time."

"Then what do we do? Just watch as their people break through to become a Ninth Rank Prophet?"

"What else? Are you going to eat it?"

"…"

As many Ninth Rankers felt somewhat helpless, a sudden voice rang out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what if I say, I can sever that sun's source of power?"

Hearing this, everyone immediately looked towards the source of the voice, discovering the speaker was a Ninth Rank Limit wearing a black cape, his face covered with a pale mask, identity obscure.

They had not seen this person at the scene during their attack; it seemed he had just arrived.

"May I know who you are…?"

Archbishop Mark, leading the team from the Church Court this time, frowned slightly. He sensed a sinister aura from this person, instinctively reminding him of those bizarre ancient beings.

"My identity is actually not important."

Anvis, looking slightly over towards the somewhat hostile Archbishop under his mask, spoke calmly.

"We don't have much time left, in at most ten minutes, that ritual will be completely finalized. So, I wonder if you all might be willing to cooperate with me? Together, we can resolve this."

"How do you need us to cooperate with you?"

Bair of the Crystal Gate spoke at this moment,

"It's simple, shortly, I will act to sever the Mechanical network's connection to that sun. At that moment, everyone use your strongest attack method, and we should break it as quickly as possible."

"Let's do it then!"

After exchanging looks, everyone nodded slightly, agreeing to his suggestion.

"Hmph, I hope what you say is true."

Seeing this, Archbishop Mark could only nod reluctantly in agreement.

Personal likes and dislikes versus the success or failure of the mission, he still knew which was more important.