The Military Princess Won’t Fall in Love with a Magic Scientist
Chapter 229 : Chapter 229Chapter 229. Intruder
Smoke and chaotic energy currents raged through the Tower of Inverted Truth for a full three minutes.
The black-red infernal demonic fire and the dark-blue torrents of mana devoured each other, and every collision made the spatial barrier of this demiplane crack with sharp snapping sounds, like a stack of building blocks on the verge of collapse.
“Hah… hah…”
Logaris was kneeling on one knee in the void, gasping for breath. Thanks to the power of Void Phase, ordinary physical attacks could barely touch him, but maintaining that level of high-intensity mana output was still consuming far too much.
Maxim was not faring much better either.
This “Mad King” memory construct, who had lived through untold ages, now appeared somewhat blurred, her originally solid spirit-form turning faint and insubstantial. Even the bands of runic light circling around her had dimmed.
“Still not enough.”
Logaris clenched his hands, which had now become talons. Within those eyes burning with crimson Karmic Fire, frenzied killing intent intertwined with absolute composure.
He had already squeezed this body to its absolute limit, but Maxim’s foundation as a legendary mage was simply too deep to fathom.
Inside this tower, she was the embodiment of the rules themselves. As long as her link to the mana network remained unbroken, she could reassemble the elements endlessly and counter spells without limit.
“So this is your limit?”
Maxim floated high above, looking down at him from on high. Her voice still carried no emotional fluctuation, but those black-hole-like eyes now held a trace of something called disappointment.
“Your body is on the verge of collapse, Logaris. Yield control to me, and I will let this vessel ascend to the Divine Throne.”
“The Divine Throne?”
Logaris let out a mocking laugh, baring a mouthful of ghostly white teeth. Against that demonic face, the grin looked especially savage.
“Old hag, have you forgotten even the most basic common sense?”
He slowly raised his right hand. In his palm, an extremely unstable black singularity was compressing furiously, warping the surrounding light by force.
“In the world of adults, stealing someone else’s property comes with a price. Even if you’re a god, if you want my body, you’d better be ready to lose a couple of teeth for it.”
Just as the two of them were about to chant their final annihilation spells and stake everything on one last desperate clash—
RIIIP—!
An extremely shrill tearing sound suddenly rang out inside this sealed space.
It was not the sound of a magical explosion.
It was as though some even purer, even more domineering will had forcibly severed the warp and weft of space itself.
For the first time, an expression called astonishment appeared on Maxim’s eternally frozen face. She abruptly turned her head to the side.
There, upon the silver canopy that had once been unbreakable and flowed with countless defensive runes, a massive gash had now been slashed open from the outside.
It looked as though someone had taken a red-hot blade and cut straight through congealed grease.
A foot clad in a silver war-boot stepped in heavily.
Then came a young man wearing dazzling full silver armor and a deep crimson cloak. In his hand he carried a silver longsword radiating a chill, piercing gleam. There was not the slightest fluctuation of mana on the blade, yet the restless elements in the surrounding space immediately submitted to it.
And behind him stood Sylvia, one hand resting on her sword, her expression complicated.
“Well, now.”
The young man lifted his head. His silver-gray eyes swept across the devastated battlefield before finally settling on Maxim in midair.
He casually twirled his sword and flashed a bright, almost infuriatingly carefree grin.
“So lively? Looks like I came at just the right time.”
Logaris froze.
Even in his berserk demonized state, those pupils burning with infernal fire contracted violently at that very moment.
That face… was far too familiar.
Within the Astrelia Kingdom, from princes and nobles above to peddlers and laborers below, there was no one who did not know that face. His profile was stamped on the front of every Golden Lion Coin. His statue stood in the central square of every city. His portrait was printed on the very first page of every history textbook.
He was the savior who had brought the Dark Age to an end, the founder of the Astrelia family, the legend hailed as the Glory of Humanity.
The founding emperor, the Hero King—
Rolandain!
“Rolandain…”
Maxim stared fixedly at that young man, and her voice was no longer ethereal. For the first time, it carried a very obvious emotional rise and fall.
“You’ve come to hinder me again, Rolandain?”
“Hinder you?”
The young man called Rolandain—or rather, Astrelia I—shrugged. He strolled forward without the slightest hurry until he stood in front of Logaris.
“Don’t make it sound so unpleasant, Maggie.”
Rolandain rested that silver sword, sharp enough to sever dragon scales, on his shoulder. His tone was so familiar that it sounded like a husband quarreling with a wife who had run away from home a thousand years ago.
“When we left your ‘memory’ here, we signed the 【Oath Scroll】. As long as you stopped interfering with the karma of the present world, I wouldn’t tear down your tower. But what happened in the end? Not only did you break the agreement, you even tried to lay hands on these little ones.”
He pointed the hilt of his sword at the expressionless Logaris, who was still maintaining his demonized form, and then at Sylvia beside him.
The black-hole-like depths of Maxim’s eyes rippled faintly.
“Maggie…” she repeated that long-forgotten name. Her voice remained cold, but the surrounding space had already begun to tremble violently, while countless complex arcane models arranged and recombined themselves madly around her.
“A thousand years, Rolandain. You are still the same brainless brute who knows only how to swing a sword. You are as tiresome as ever.”
The streams of runes in her eyes began refreshing at a frantic pace, trying to peer into the course of the future.
【Target Locked: Rolandain】
【Beginning Causal-Line Analysis…】
【Warning: Target energy level too high.】
【Future Branch Prediction: Chaos. Observation impossible.】
“Terminate 【Future Sight】.”
Maxim coldly interrupted the operation of the divination spell.
“For the sake of your so-called ‘balance,’ you severed the stairway leading to truth. Now, I will correct that mistake.”
The black-hole-like pupils in Maxim’s eyes abruptly contracted. Countless intricate alchemical matrices spun wildly within them, and the mana concentration throughout the entire space instantly rose tenfold.
“【Barrier Spellwork · Corridor of Truth】.”
Hummmm—
The rules of the entire demiplane were instantly rewritten.
The silver canopy, which had previously stretched into infinity, suddenly folded and twisted into a vast labyrinth of interlocking mirrors. Every mirror reflected Rolandain and Logaris, while thousands upon thousands of Maxims stepped out from the mirrors at once, each one radiating a genuine mana presence.
“【Edict · Earth】: Gravity Reversal.”
“【Edict · Stasis】: Aether Solidification.”
“【Edict · Space】: Coordinate Disorder.”
With Maxim’s icy decrees, three layers of legendary-grade negative auras descended at once.
Rolandain felt his body suddenly sink, as though a mountain had been dropped onto his back. Then the gravity beneath his feet abruptly vanished, and his entire body began uncontrollably falling upward toward the sky. At the same time, the surrounding air turned as viscous as glue. Every breath felt like swallowing liquid mercury, and even the circulation of Battle Aura within his body became sluggish.
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