Chapter 216: The Mage Timeline Ends
With the establishment of the Three Great Sanctuarys…
At the same time, golden streams of magical light erupted from three crucial points in the human world.
The golden light shot straight into the sky, reaching the threshold of the atmosphere before splitting into countless golden threads that stretched outward in every direction.
Viewed from space, these golden currents converged into a network of countless nodes, forming intricate and complex runes that ultimately constructed an unprecedented magic array.
This marked the moment when higher-dimensional realms could no longer descend into the human world at will—
Unless a Dimensional Overlord was willing to pay a steep price to send in a small strike force.
Just like in the Barbatos incident that Allen dealt with, only a vanguard like the Dark Knights could break through first, setting up an arrangement that would nullify the barrier. Only then could other forces invade.
At that point, the human world would be open to trampling from every dimension.
But now that the magic array had been completed, the righteous extraordinary factions of the human world immediately realized—the time for counterattack had arrived.
The Three Great Sanctuarys would undoubtedly become the prime targets of the Hermes Church and the monster hordes.
New Continent Sanctuary.
The atmosphere now was grim and tense.
All available forces had been assembled, ready to face the oncoming monster tide.
The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj, the witches' coven, the serpentkin clan, and others had formed a defensive line on the towering outer walls of the sanctum.
Both natives and settlers gripped their bows and anxiously watched the swarm of monsters advancing straight toward them.
"Allen, make sure to protect yourself," Mage Walker said solemnly.
Allen nodded shyly. "A boy needs to learn to protect himself when he's out in the world."
"…"
Walker added, "Don't forget to use the Eye of Agamotto and cast a time-reversal spell on yourself."
By consensus among Kamar-Taj's top Crown Sorcerers, Allen had been granted the Supreme Sorcerer's artifact ahead of time.
A weapon bestowed by the Vishanti during a high-dimensional battle—an item on par with a divine relic—clearly carried profound significance.
Allen had gladly accepted it. Gazing at the Time Stone embedded in the relic, he quietly resolved to take it with him when he returned.
"Don't worry, I've already mastered it."
Allen eagerly explained, "I even practiced over ten times just now while going to the bathroom—felt the full joy of experiencing a smooth bowel movement."
You bastard!
That's not how you use a supreme magical artifact!
Still, Walker maintained a kindly smile. "As long as you've got the hang of it, that's what matters."
As the monster horde approached…
On the city wall, magic trebuchets hurled massive fireballs.
"My XP!"
Seeing this, Allen reflexively wanted to leap from the wall.
Walker grabbed him and advised, "Don't be reckless. Let's deal with the first wave first."
There were simply too many monsters. There was nowhere to land, let alone room to fight.
Not to mention, one stray fireball could flatten their would-be Supreme Sorcerer—what a joke that would be.
"Fine, I'll wait a bit."
Allen looked out at the endless stream of monsters and decided there was no rush.
Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away…
The Primordials from the multidimensional realms had gathered.
They came from various domains, all part of the first echelon under Dimensional Overlords.
To become an Overlord required reaching Supreme Sorcerer-level power and defeating others of equal standing in their domain. Only then could one ascend to the Overlord's throne.
Thus, Dimensional Overlords were born.
The size and number of dimensional domains they controlled determined how powerful each Overlord was.
Of course, some special domains existed that rivaled hundreds of ordinary dimensions.
Among the gathered Primordials, some had descended into the human world long ago, while others were seizing the opportunity now.
They weren't unified. In fact, many were openly hostile toward one another.
Lilith, the Vampire Progenitor, had been in the human world for over a thousand years. Seated opposite her was the Werewolf Progenitor, with whom she'd long had a feud.
These old and cunning Primordials harbored no pure motives. When things went smoothly, they all surged forward. But in adversity, they scattered like frightened birds. Few were truly willing to risk their lives.
After all, even among the Primordials, there were vast differences in power.
At the bottom was the Shadow Crown level; at the top, half-step Supreme. Everyone was wary of being used as cannon fodder.
"This sanctum has no Magic Crown stationed. We should strike swiftly—if reinforcements arrive, it'll be trouble."
"Indeed. Once we destroy the sanctum, the war will tip in our favor, and we'll have a constant supply of monster troops."
"The Dimensional Overlords and gods are all occupied elsewhere. They can't interfere in the human world. We mustn't miss this opportunity."
The ones pushing hardest were the Primordials who had pledged allegiance to the Dimensional Council—their interests were directly involved.
In the future, when merits were distributed, they'd be first in line.
Those who had arrived earlier kept silent.
Having walked the human world for so long, they knew how deep its waters ran. They remained cautious, fearing that if they got dragged in too far, they'd face endless retribution if they lost.
The human world was a strange realm—one that could actually give rise to so many godlike beings.
Many were on par with Supreme Sorcerers. If not for lacking dimensional domains, they might have already become Overlords.
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The first monster wave was utterly crushed.
Numerous sorcerers swept into the battlefield, clearing out the remaining creatures.
"Retreat!"
Someone suddenly shouted, pointing to the distance.
A second wave of monsters was rolling in, and the sorcerers quickly retreated through portals back to the wall.
Seeing the endless tide approaching, Master Walker's expression grew grim.
There were too many. Their magical armaments couldn't possibly hold out to the end.
And sorcerers—rare and invaluable as they were—couldn't be wasted in prolonged warfare.
"Allen, get back here!"
On the high wall, the Ancient One saw Allen still on the battlefield, calmly watching the approaching horde.
"He's lost his mind—trying to face this alone."
"Bring him back!"
"There's no time…"
…
As anxiety peaked, the monster horde engulfed Allen's figure.
In that instant, despair swept over everyone.
The fall of the would-be Supreme Sorcerer—
What a devastating loss it would be.
"What's going on?"
Agatha pointed to the sky, where a divine gate of light had suddenly appeared—five angelic figures descended from it.
"Heaven's intervening?"
Walker's eyes were full of doubt.
Wasn't Heaven embroiled in a civil war? Angels hunting fallen ones—how would they have time for the human world?
In the next moment, the five angels dropped like meteors.
A blinding white light erupted at the center of the battlefield, radiating outward.
For a moment, it was as if the world had turned completely white—no one could see what was happening.
Did the angels self-destruct?!
Everyone had the same thought.
So this was what angels were like? So intense they blew themselves up on arrival?
Were they disposable weapons?
As the light faded—
Allen stood proudly before the five angels.
[XP sufficient. Mage level: Lv120.]
[Notice: Requirements met. You may return to your original timeline at any time.]
He had maxed out his class level.
Allen now had the ability to escape whenever he wished.
"Allen, what kind of spell was that?"
Walker teleported to Allen's side, stunned as he gazed at the angels.
He could clearly sense an overwhelming holy energy within them—far beyond the Shadow Crown level.
"Whew… time to cut loose again."
With a flick of his hair, a magical crown formed above Allen's head, signifying Magic Crown-level strength.
The surrounding mages gawked.
When did he become a Magic Crown?
He'd only been with Kamar-Taj for about a year. Could someone really be born a mage so absurdly gifted?
In truth, Allen wasn't actually a Magic Crown—at most, he was a top-tier veteran mage.
That crown of white light above his head was suspiciously unlike any known magic school's.
It was the result of having four fully maxed-out classes, granting him 48 times normal physical stats, combined with the angels' power scaling to their summoner's attributes.
Add in the 100% boost from the Divine Domain…
With all those buffs stacked together, the holy elemental power had reached Magic Crown tier.
And realistically, given Allen's distaste for hard work, he'd never reach Supreme Sorcerer the traditional way.
Allen pulled out a toilet plunger from his waist, mounted it, and joyfully cried, "Gargamel rides his magic broom into battle!"
He bounced along on his plunger, leading the five angels in pursuit of the monster horde's source.
Walker wiped his forehead, sighing. "This silly kid—why won't he just learn a flight spell like a normal person?"
Call him silly, but he mastered magic instantly.
Call him smart, and he still did the most ridiculous things.
"Should we keep an eye on him?" the Ancient One asked.
Walker shook his head. "No need."
A Magic Crown doesn't need protection.
If anything, Allen should be the one protecting them.
The sudden surge of holy power immediately put the Primordials on alert. They mobilized to investigate.
Vampire Progenitor Lilith, however, refused to go—she claimed an innate aversion to holy power, even sunlight made her uncomfortable.
In the forest...
The five angels were tearing through the monster army.
In truth, the angels' strength far exceeded Allen's. With boosted stats, the Divine Domain, a 96x multiplier over normal humans, and tons of support skills from priest classes—they were the perfect counters to monsters.
Of course, that only applied to monsters.
Holy power was a natural counter to dark beings.
Howl!
With a long, bloodthirsty cry, the Werewolf Progenitor challenged Allen.
"Here, doggie doggie…"
Allen made smooching noises, then waved his plunger and threw it: "Go fetch, good boy!"
"…"
The Werewolf Progenitor glanced at the plunger's landing spot, then back at Allen—suddenly feeling a weird impulse to go fetch it.
He shook his head, clearing away the thought.
Eyes sharp, he looked for a chance to strike.
"Bad dog! My werewolf, Russell, is way more obedient."
Allen huffed at the Progenitor, then went to retrieve his plunger.
But as he stepped forward, something coiled around his legs.
Looking down, he saw a dried-up corpse rising from the ground, skeletal hands grabbing his ankles.
In a hoarse, chilling voice, it said, "Feel the embrace of Death's Gr—"
Thud!
Allen instantly pulled out the Redemption Blade from his sleeve and stabbed it straight into the creature's skull.
He muttered, confused, "Since when did skeleton mobs become a big deal?"
The Werewolf Progenitor froze in mid-snarl.
The Ghoul Progenitor was just gone.
His innate spell, Death's Embrace, was nearly inescapable once entangled.
He was also a master of burrowing ambushes—pulling prey underground to die.
"All at once! Don't give him a chance!"
The Nightmare Progenitor shouted, and over a dozen Primordials emerged.
In an instant, the five angels closed ranks, forming a tight shield around Allen.
"Kill him!"
The Nightmare Progenitor surged forward like a black mist, ready to invade consciousness. At night, he could even kill or control people through their dreams.
"Failure-Shaming Beam!"
A priest's signature skill.
With a burst of Light of Healing and Holy Flame, a beam shot into the black mist—light piercing darkness, flames scorching the remains.
Meanwhile, the angels held their own, two-on-one.
Lilith, hidden in the shadows, wore a Sun-Shielding Cloak and quietly observed.
To her, Allen's head looked like it was glowing with a giant spotlight. She couldn't see his true face at all.
As a vampire, her aversion to light was inborn.
She'd tried staring at the sun more than once—each time, it felt like pouring chili oil into her eyes.
Sometimes, she deeply missed the blood-red sun of her homeland.
Watching the unstoppable Allen, Lilith decisively chose to retreat.
Little did she know, this man would become the culprit who abducted her Mimi as a pet five hundred years later.
In less than fifteen minutes—
All the Ancestors were either dead or crippled.
The most miserable of them all was the Werewolf Ancestor.
Allen made him experience a full set of his self-created spells.
From Prostate Incontinence Technique to Difficult Birth of Octuplets Technique, every kind of affliction was concentrated into one body, leaving the Werewolf Ancestor like a dying dog lying on the ground with his tongue hanging out.
With the Ancestors either dead, escaped, or crippled, the defense of the Third Sanctuary was declared a success.
Due to the sheer number of monsters scattered throughout the human world, the profession of monster hunters emerged.
Among them, the Van Helsing family and the Winchester family were the most famous, both having once been towering figures in the field.
As the monsters were pushed back again and again, the human world returned to human rule.
Allen remained in the mage timeline for a while, successfully refining and completing his self-created spell system.
Considering the sensitive identities of Erha and the Serpent Clan, he asked the Magic Crown of Kamar-Taj to assist them in settling in a relatively calm dimensional realm.
"Yao-mei!"
Clutching his magic book, Allen eagerly sought out the diligently training Ancient One. "This is a work I poured my heart and soul into. I hope you'll carry it forward."
"Oh, I couldn't possibly…"
The Ancient One took the magic book, and upon flipping to the list of spells, her face froze instantly.
It was clear at a glance these weren't proper spells.
Kunkun Expansion Technique.
Severe Ingrown Toenail Technique.
Full-Body Gout Technique.
…
Not particularly harmful—just exquisitely torturous.
To go through the whole set, one would rather drop dead on the spot.
The Ancient One immediately resolved not to practice them herself—nor allow anyone else to.
"What kind of gift do I get?" Agatha interjected, her tone dripping with jealousy.
"Of course I've got something for you, Bebe."
Allen pulled a toilet plunger from his waist and solemnly presented it. "This is the Silence Staff I crafted with my own hands. I hope you treat it well."
"Thank you!"
Agatha happily accepted it and gave it a swing. "This could totally be used as an arrow. Paired with my bow, it's the perfect combo for targeting enemies."
Centuries later, Agatha would be filled with regret every time she went to the bathroom.
Blushing, Allen asked, "Can I ride you one more time?"
He was preparing to return to his original timeline and felt reluctant to part with her.
"Honestly, I can't say no to you."
With a prideful flick of the plunger, Agatha said, "Since I've received your gift, I'll agree to it one more time."
As she finished speaking, she bent over without hesitation, waiting calmly for Allen to climb on.
Yeehaw!