Chapter 347: The Invincible Lucy Tiffany?

Forest Moon Garden.

This elemental world transformed by the Elf King had become a ravaged battlefield, with a vast million hectares of forest completely destroyed in the process.

The blue sky looked like a decorated painting, torn apart by the branches of the Mirror Tree. Twisted colors spread like dark cracks, creating a frightening picture of destruction.

Thunder, fire, tsunamis, earthquakes, glaciers, meteors… many magical events caused by the split of magic energy were unleashed almost endlessly with the help of the three alchemical towers that had exhausted a thousand years of resources from Yves Saint Laurent Academy.

This was different from Holy Dragon Aurora’s Unrestricted Technique; it was purely a waste of the entire magic essence of Yves Saint Laurent.

If it were on Blue Star, it would be like the whole of Daxia becoming the support of the three Lords of the Tower, making even the scarce magic essence in their realm unreachable by human Magicians.

Not to mention, Yves Saint Laurent’s location was very special, as the Tree of Thought, the true body of Holy Sophon, was situated here. Its unconscious flow of magic essence from the Golden Sea had turned the Imperial Capital into a paradise for Magicians over the millennia.

So, it was no exaggeration to say that Xavier, Delia, and Archibald, the three Tower Masters, had powers like an unlimited cheat, forming a combination strong enough to challenge a Saint, making them nearly unbeatable on the continent.

Even with Tiffany’s thousand years of accumulation, Auguste, wearing the Emperor’s Armor, could not compete because this armor was still incomplete, and the alchemical field needed to be interconnected; there was no way to match them.

But right now, the three of them were in an unfriendly situation.

The mountain giant in front of Xavier melted under the Spiral Demon Sword, engulfed in red and black flames. It pierced through thirteen rings formed by gravitational forces, devouring the disordered local time, halting within the protection of the two Elf Kings, and shattered one of its arms.

The old man, who seemed like a noble, had lost his elegant gentleman appearance. He awkwardly teleported to a location protected by another Tower Master and skillfully used a blade of light to cut off the part of his body that was tainted by remaining flames, activating an elven spell.

So, before the blood could flow away, his body instantly turned into fibers, becoming a tree in the spring. Under the infusion of magic, it grew quickly and then returned to flesh and blood, escaping death.

Xavier had lost count of how many times the king’s sword had been shattered by the fierce fight. In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to a hundred years ago when he had just become a Magician, struggling to survive in the Army of Demigods.

Magic was no longer an unbreakable shield; it was a terrifying threat to life at any moment. His nerves were forced to tense, the potential hidden deep inside him was crazily squeezed out, and even the fear and confusion about the future were completely drowned by the will to survive.

Incredible, incomprehensible.

Xavier was the oldest Legendary Magician at Yves Saint Laurent Academy. He was also the most experienced among the three Tower Masters, having taught the most students. His kind, humble, and powerful presence was seen as a role model and greatly respected by the Empire’s Magicians.

But in front of Lucy Tiffany, this old man who had learned magic since childhood felt like a novice Magician.

Those seemingly perfect spells were full of flaws, and the battle-hardened experience seemed to become a joke. Every movement and thought were captured, predicted, guided, utilized, and controlled.

Even his proud Unrestricted Technique — the Cycle of Life — was broken down, learned, imitated, and its weaknesses grabbed, slowly gnawing away and dismantling it.

This battle was beyond understanding. The opponent did not use overwhelming power to crush everyone. Even the alchemical creation that held the secrets of the Demon God Machinery was not summoned. Instead, they simply used the most basic skills to push back with great strength.

Fighting, chanting, close combat, ranged attacks, spell disassembly, and magic energy control… they surpassed in every way, crushing in all directions, trampling with full force.

Even though she was in enemy territory, faced with many disadvantages, and outnumbered, the indifference that showed her invincibility still looked down on the moment. She replaced words with her sword, carving authority into the marrow and soul, shaking the will to fight and confidence.

At this moment, even the proudest and most ambitious Archibald from the Lords of the Tower, after getting blasted 17 times, gave up on the idea of fighting one-on-one and admitted the reality that Lucy Tiffany completely oversaw him.

The Pure White Witch took less than ten minutes to show the peaks of the three imperial Magicians, truly witnessing the brilliant stars at the summit and the sun and moon embraced in the center.

How to fight? How to win?

Xavier’s mind was filled with such thoughts. He used magic to block his nerves and avoid pain, but the burning at the soul level still spread, continuously destroying his mind.

Fortunately, at a critical moment, Delia looked this way. She skillfully waved her wand, controlling the time spell, blocking the remnants of the fire, speeding up the reduction of the backlash, and adding a layer of exhaustion field by warping the flow of time.

Archibald’s gold-rimmed glasses had long since disappeared, and his self-repairing robe was stained with blood. He quickly adjusted his position and cast a spell without chanting.

In a breath, like waves of magic essence flowing, the complex structure intertwined like a puzzle, creating a powerful force, as if wrapped in a colorful giant cube by an old painting marked by time, holding on to a moment of breathing space for the three of them.

This world was too crazy; no one would have thought that one day, the Lord of the Black Sun Tower, who specialized in war magic, would be beaten so badly in a fight that he lost his desire to attack, falling to the miserable state of only using defensive spells to survive.

Delia, the powerful Lord of the Tower who controls time, had to lower herself to help everyone unlock the spell for speeding up thoughts, just like in the team competitions during the academy’s grand competition, forming a mental link with the two Tower Masters and working perfectly together.

The girl glanced at the book in her arms, weariness coloring her deep blue eyes, and quickly communicated in the channel:

“This isn’t a solution.”

“Even if the magic essence is endless, our energy has limits; we must find a way to seal her during our peak phase.”

Yes, seal.

Even Archibald, the Lord of the Black Sun Tower, who strongly advocates for reform in the Holy Sophon and desperately needs the talent of Lucy Tiffany, wisely abandoned the plan to capture her alive just 30 seconds after the battle began.

And after 97 seconds, the thought of defeating her vanished from his mind.

As for now, the reason the three Tower Masters continue to fight is that there is still the ultimate method of sealing.

Xavier sighed helplessly and said:

“The condition for sealing is to find the true form of the opponent.”

“That person seems to be sitting at the end of the Mirror Tree’s hall, but that demon sword that can shift space, along with the illusion that has not yet been solved, makes that place truly like a mirage.”

At the beginning of the battle, Chu Yuanqing built her own “Demon King Castle,” and the three Tower Masters, like the heroes in storybooks, tried to overcome the difficult obstacles in their path and face the ultimate terror at the end of the hall.

But the Mirror Tree is quite beyond their capabilities as a copy; it can move freely and can hide its existence with illusions, concealing its true location.

The most frightening thing is that a gatekeeper boss is lurking around.

The white-haired, golden-eyed witch holds the Sword of Annihilation in her left hand and the Spiral Demon Sword in her right; she occasionally steps into the Perfection Realm and can use the [Mirror Reflection] mark that spreads throughout the courtyard, making her a walking harbinger of doom.

And this is not even the truly despairing part; the most broken aspect is that her true form is located at the end of the Mirror Tree; what appears are just Magic Clones that can exist in multiples and cannot be killed or destroyed.

Of course, if it ended here, it would still just be ordinary hell difficulty.

After all, the three Tower Masters possess the magical essence of the entire Imperial Capital Yves Saint Laurent, while Lucy Tiffany needs to maintain so much magic that eventually her magic will run low, and it could exhaust her completely.

But that giant mirror tree, towering and enormous, also has the power to devour enemies, refine corresponding energy, and accumulate magic, creating a complete self-sustaining cycle.

This directly undermined the strategy of a battle of attrition.

Lucy Tiffany only grows stronger with each fight, and the only outcome of their stalemate so far is that the number of permanent Magic Clones has increased by two, resulting in an awkward three against three situation.

So, the situation must be changed.

Archibald took a deep breath and calmly assessed:

“We have to find her, even if it seems impossible. Lucy’s main role is Alchemist, and she can control far more than three Magic Clones. If we continue like this, we have no chance of winning.”

This is also the main reason why the three Tower Masters hesitate to unleash magical attacks.

When they first realized they were being interfered with by an illusion, the three of them decided on a solution: a wide-range attack. If they could blow up the entire alternate space, they could ignore these small tricks.

And that was true; the Magic Mirror was hidden in the Mirror Tree, and if they had destroyed it all, the situation would never have turned out like this.

But the result was that they had failed.

And the result of their failure was that one clone turned into three, with the flames that could burn time, spells, and concepts becoming even hotter, making them too afraid to attack and forcing them to defend until now, feeling extremely frustrated.

Delia analyzed:

“To find her true form, we need to solve two problems first.”

“The first is the illusion, and the second is the Mirror Tree’s magic absorption and reflection. Both are forms of spells, and since they are spells, there must be some weaknesses.”

Xavier understood what this meant; in the world of magic, nothing is absolute.

Why could Lucy Tiffany’s magic absorb magic essence?

This question could be broken down into—absorption, conversion, refinement, storage, and even more steps. How to address these challenges, then combine, achieve, and realize the corresponding phenomena is the birth of a spell.

The predecessor of the Karembu Empire, the original Yves Saint Laurent Academy, upheld this way of thinking, exploring the existence of magic essence and the rules of the Golden Sea step by step, creating many incredible spells.

Therefore, the essence of magic is a delicate study.

Lucy Tiffany’s magic is not invincible; her spells have flaws that are well hidden, or so small that no one can see or grasp them.

Archibald said,

“There’s no need to think too much. No matter how powerful the Mirror Tree is, it is essentially a type of area magic. Once you leave its range, the effects of reflection and absorbing magic will no longer work.”

Xavier frowned slightly; he caught the implied meaning.

The Black Sun Tower Lord meant to leave the range of the Mirror Tree, disregarding its ability to draw in magic essence, and to cast a spell from outside, wrapping the entire Sengetsu Garden in the spell to complete the sealing.

This idea is simple and straightforward, relying on the advantage of infinite magic essence and using brute force to break the current stalemate where victory seems unlikely.

Even if they won, what they would gain was the magic essence accumulated over a thousand years in the Imperial Capital, not the efforts of these Legendary Magicians who fought.

This method is too unfair and lacks any elegance or honor of a Magician, but it truly is the most suitable way.

You must know that Lucy Tiffany is not just any ordinary Magician; if it drags on for too long, Auguste could very well join the battlefield and completely alter the outcome of victory.

Xavier sighed and said,

“Though it’s a bit disgraceful, we have no choice but to do this.”

Delia did not hesitate; she didn’t want to miss the chance to meet the Emperor and immediately agreed,

“I agree.”

“But remember, we only have one chance to strike.”

The communication among the three Tower Masters took place entirely through a mental link; in reality, not even a breath had passed, and the defensive spell they had raised was torn apart by intense bombardment, like greedy snakes rushing in.

Archibald cast a protective spell.

Xavier was in charge of blocking attacks as the main shield of the team.

Delia’s time magic combined assistance, healing, and rescue, making her the heart of the team.

Meanwhile, during what seemed to be a struggle, the three towers named Chalk, Forest Moon, and Black Sun were greedily devouring the magic essence from the Forest Courtyard, sending it back to the outside world and desperately reducing the energy available locally.

At the same time, Yves Saint Laurent.

This territory was vast, comparable to the capital of an empire like Winterfell, being drained of magic essence from all directions by the three towers using their power.

At this moment, centered around the academy, in an area of one million square kilometers, colorful magic essence could be seen everywhere, like a heavy rain flowing backwards, blending with the white clouds, gathering over the dome and creating a terrifying aura.

Elise raised her eyes to this scene, her cute young face filled with unease as she held Esther’s hand with great worry.

Although she trusted Sister Chu, she knew that once the three towers disappeared, they were likely facing three Legendary Magicians with the advantage of home ground.

This scale is already quite exaggerated; even if three captain-level witches joined forces, they might not be able to win.

Now, all the magic essence of the Imperial Capital is gathering above the academy, and the spells it nurtures are extremely dangerous. Even the quiet Tree of Thought shines more brightly in the incredible concentration of magic essence.

Esther’s gaze sharpened slightly. Her situation is special; even in the Ideal State, she could not use much magic essence from her body, but her past knowledge and insight remained.

Among the scene resembling a gathering flood, the occasional glimpse of spell structures and magical principles far exceeded past understanding and undoubtedly represented the crystallized wisdom of this world, which only the Tower Master was qualified to construct.

Chu Yuanqing, can you really deal with such a method?

Esther worried for a moment and then suddenly realized a more pressing issue.

That is…

Just how far has the Pure White Witch pushed the three Tower Masters that they had to join forces to unleash such an exaggerated magic?