Simply put, it’s about "constructing frameworks," "locating nodes," and "energy release."
Throughout this entire process, perhaps due to the spellcaster’s innate talent, experience, ability, or their relationship with the Magic Goddess, the specific details may vary.
But essentially, it all involves the guidance and invocation of "Magic Particles."
Even for basic tricks like the "Light Technique" or "Flame Arrow," this remains true.
Yet at this moment, the suppression of four High level Professionals was completed in an instant, and this obviously high-quality "magic equipment" before them showed no sign of invoking magic power.
It was as if some kind of Gravity Magic illusion was imposed on everyone.
Even confusion control spells cannot escape the manipulation of magic power.
For some reason, the absurd illusion that flickered away just now once again surfaced in Cornell’s mind.
The entirely silver-white metal sphere swirling with stone dust and blood before him was definitely not a creation of the Material Realm.
It wasn’t even close to any Outer Plane he was familiar with.
It was from an outermost, uncharted territory even out of the Divine’s reach:
——Outside the Crystal Wall System!
The ancient secrets he read deep in the academy library in his youth flashed through his mind in an instant, a brutal God War, the goblin Main God that vanished and reappeared suddenly, goblins with their physiological structure and racial nature drastically altered, terrifying rumors from the continent’s edge...
Though his thoughts seemed vast and chaotic, his mind circled round and round.
In reality, the time flowing in the real world was merely an instant.
In ordinary days outside of adventures, he might still have the leisure to carefully study the device’s operation mode, observe the fusion details of runes and metal, or even appreciate the craftsmanship aesthetics of the sphere itself.
But at this moment, only one thought remained in Cornell’s mind.
Forcing himself to stand up straight against the gravitational pressure bending his body, he almost shouted as if roaring.
At the same moment, as if trying to break the Magic Wand in his hand, he tightly gripped the shaft with his right hand, raised it, and suddenly brought it down.
Accompanied by the sharp sound of the staff tail colliding with the ground.
Magic power vibrated!
The spell model, which had already been prepared during meditation last night, roared to life, furiously infused with the precious magic power purified by the Magic Net as if at no cost.
Spiritual power congealed as if substantive, attention highly focused.
Lock onto the target,
A mass of yellow-green viscous gas suddenly shot out from the tip of the Magic Wand, surging and rolling, expanding to form a gigantic sphere with a radius of twenty feet like a cloud.
The swirling fog struggled and gnawed like a living creature, yet under the driving force of the spellcaster’s spiritual power, maintained a basic cloud-like form, speeding towards the altar at an apparently slow yet actually fast pace.
——[Death Cloud Technique]!
The stench of rotten eggs mixed with the suffocating sulfuric odor, the yellow-green turbid miasma cast a deathly dark shadow on the ground as it reflected off the stone walls on both sides.
The almost liquid toxic fume, for an ordinary person merely getting close, the highly corrosive lethal toxin would permeate the skin and devour flesh and bone.
Like the scythe of the Grim Reaper harvesting life.
The large impact area meant it could precisely target, steadily advancing as long as the general direction was locked;
The special swamp-like miasma allowed it to corrode strong equipment and pose deadly threat to living beings;
And its intrinsic liquid cloud form made it hard to block.
Under the current gravitational pressure, where spiritual power could not maintain long-term focus, and there was a need to destroy the enemy’s Gravity Device while holding them in check.
It was the most suitable spell Cornell could think of in his Magic Table.
At the corner of his eye, a flash of lush green light carrying an intense life force brushed past, a warm gentle breeze swept across his cheek, lifting his indigo linen robe.
Golden hair billowed fiercely behind, the elf’s face had long since lost its prior relaxed ease.
Replaced by solemnity akin to the intertwined thorns of deep forest and ancient trees.
Gusts of clear wind swirled around him, the invisible weight pressing on every inch of skin seemed to vanish at this moment.
All senior adventurers close to transcendent in strength, with countless brushes with death, innumerable dangerous tasks completed.