The enormous energy barrier surrounding the Miracle School Headquarters encompasses an area of ten kilometers like a heavenly dome.

Under this canopy formed by the barrier, Wizards affiliated with the Miracle School are constantly moving around. Most of these Wizards are coordinating logistics, while some are using their connections to gather intelligence.

A civil war with purely interest-driven characteristics, free of any ideological conflict, inevitably breeds a considerable number of double agents.

These Wizards are conscientious and will serve their school, but their loyalties can easily shift due to friends' persuasion. Compared to those who instigate wars purely for gain, these Wizards are not only sources of intelligence but also potential allies.

"Master, the situation in the academies under our school is quite dire."

At the center of the energy dome, Old Abel listens to his subordinate's report, his expression unchanged.

He calmly asks, "I remember all escape routes constructed by the academies have been completed, haven't they?"

"Yes, Master, but if we lose the academies' protection, our Wizards might find survival even harder. The Alchemy School and Shape-shifting School have already joined forces, searching for Miracle Wizards' AAirships all over the Wizard World.

Moreover, there's word that trouble has also arisen in the Sub-human Wizard World.

Many Wizards on the frontline are also requesting reassignments, wanting to join the battlefield."

"What does the Judicial Department say?" Old Abel asks again.

"The Judicial Department's answer is the same as before; it belongs to the Truth Council and not any individual school. Expecting them to intervene directly in the war is impossible."

Upon hearing this news, Old Abel falls silent for a moment. After a while, he speaks deliberately, "...Do they intend to betray the Crown?"

"I'm very sorry, Master." The subordinate bows slightly, "They say this is the Crown's directive. Apart from protecting Wizards, they will do nothing else."

"The Crown…"

Old Abel's voice carries a hint of powerlessness.

"At this time, the Crown is still thinking about the bigger picture?"

The Judicial Department is one of the foundational elements of Wizard Civilization. While they may exhibit minor biases in execution, in attitude, they must treat all seven schools equally.

Otherwise, there would be no need for the Judicial Department to exist.

"Hah, consider the bigger picture? You think quite well of Richard."

As Old Abel laments, a Dimension Gate suddenly opens beside him. Ulysses then flies out astride Hog.

Hog, a name long forgotten.

As a progeny of the Dragon King, Hog's potential is quite extraordinary. But transforming potential requires substantial time, and time is precisely what Richard lacks. So she has remained in the Secret Realm, eating and sleeping day in and day out.

Fortunately, Richard's point of destiny continues to influence the fates of those around her.

The emergence of the Spirit Desert Civilization allows Hog's potential to be greatly unlocked. The Bloodline Heritage from the Dragon Dominator enables Hog to commence ascending to World Master directly.

In recent days, Hog's ascension has completed, reaching the limit of Level 4 Creatures at an astounding pace.

An acceptable threshold to enter the battlefield.

"Master Ulysses."

Old Abel bows slightly to Ulysses.

Although Ulysses is a World Master from an Alien World, within the Miracle School, his rank far surpasses that of many Wizards. Old Abel pays him due respect.

"Richard's orders are that no Wizard should stubbornly defend the academies. Should an academy be breached, immediately activate the escape routes. The Law Enforcement Wizards of the Judicial Department will shield them."

Old Abel bows slightly.

"Understood."

After speaking, he glances at Ulysses with a hint of apprehension in his tone.

"Is the Crown about to take action?"

"To my knowledge, not yet." Ulysses dismounts from Hog, landing on Old Abel's desk, "He is still constructing witchcraft within the Abyss World, estimating another seven days until war begins."

"Seven days? Truly, may the Truth bless us."

Old Abel nods, and his heart finds some peace.

Seven days is not long; the Miracle School can wait. Moreover, having a definite date is helpful for consolidating internal unity within the school.

This period should not produce too many defecting Wizards.

"Let's convene a meeting." Ulysses adds, "I want to meet with the Wizards at headquarters; this juncture must not become chaotic."

"Understood..."

Boom!

Before Old Abel finishes his sentence, a thunderous sound reverberates from outside the Central Tower.

Hearing this, both their expressions change dramatically, instantly teleporting out of the Central Tower.

Outside the tower, Great Wizards from the Shape-shifting School, Alchemy School, and several other schools stand in the sky, their presence making the heavens appear somewhat gloomy.

"Avoid battle at this juncture; have the Miracle School Wizards lost their courage?" a Great Wizard speaks.

This Great Wizard's form resembles a storm, thunder and clouds intertwined, resembling an ancient god emerging from mythology.

The terrifying pressure of the Level 6 creature was like a mountain, pressing down on the Miracle School Wizards on the ground.

"Ha, quite impressive, isn't it?" Old Abel looked at the Great Wizard in the sky, a cold smile flashing across his face, "Eye of the Storm, just advanced to the Sixth Circle, rushing to your death?"

After speaking, Old Abel glanced at the group of Great Wizards behind him, and the cold smile on his face immediately turned into mockery.

The Great Wizards behind the Eye of the Storm were all, without exception, products of the strategy to expand the size of Great Wizards.

These people were just Fifth or Fourth Circle Great Wizards not long ago, but because of this policy, they seized a wave of benefits and smoothly joined the backbone of the School.

"Each of them is a newly promoted rookie, all rushing to their deaths?"

The Eye of the Storm Great Wizard glanced at Old Abel, and his storm-like body instantly turned into a face.

"Endless Shadow, your Miracle School has already failed. If you let down your defenses now, there might be a slim chance of survival after the rebellion is quelled."

"Rebellion?"

Upon hearing this term, not only Old Abel, but even Ulysses beside him couldn't hold back.

"Gahaha, this is the funniest joke I've heard since the beginning of this epoch." Ulysses laughed until his feathers trembled, "Kid, you actually dare to call this a rebellion.

Just for those words, whether you win or lose this war, you must die."

Richard and the Second Generation Cursed Crown are legitimate crowns, and even the Shaping and Alchemy Crowns dare not call this a rebellion; they can only say it's an internal struggle.

Otherwise, the split of Wizard Civilization would be inevitable.

Dissidents can be persuaded, but traitors only need to be destroyed. Neither the Shaping nor the Alchemy Crown will set the precedent of destroying a School.

Though they cooperate now, they will vie for supremacy later.

The Eye of the Storm Great Wizard heard Ulysses' ridicule and felt not the slightest concern; instead, he was filled with mockery.

In his view, this civil war was destined to be a comprehensive victory for the Shaping and Alchemy Schools' alliance. And Richard, the Miracle Crown, would inevitably be expelled from Wizard Civilization and join the Abyss Civilization.

Leaving Wizard Civilization to join the Abyss Civilization is undoubtedly an act of betrayal.

Regardless of the two crowns' opinions, in Wizard Society, this civil war would inevitably turn into a great rebellion initiated by the Miracle School allied with the Galaxy Mayfly, enveloping the Curse School.

Even Wizards must adhere to legitimacy in such a civil war.

This is something even the crowns cannot prevent.

"Still being stubborn on the brink of death; let's see if you can chirp as gleefully after I pluck your feathers."

The Eye of the Storm Great Wizard taunted, his entire body suddenly expanding to over ten thousand meters high, resembling a real storm.

Frenzied energy continuously converged toward him, and within the storm, white and purple thunder surged like dragons.

The other Great Wizards behind him also revealed their true forms.

In an instant, the entire headquarters of the Miracle School was shrouded in the shadows of the Great Wizards' true forms.

"Ha, a bunch of fools."

Ulysses watched this scene with not a hint of panic. Some days ago, with the Miracle School's resources, he had successfully reached the level of a Level 6 creature.

While this power was not enough to deal with this group of Great Wizards, he wasn't here to flaunt his might.

With a thought, an illusion of a black desert suddenly emerged from the void behind him.

Ulysses looked at the Eye of the Storm Great Wizard, his voice cold, "Fool who breaks the rules, allow me to clean house on behalf of your Shaping Crown."

As he spoke, the black desert behind him welcomed and shot out a gray energy torrent, which instantly pierced through the Miracle School's Energy Dome and the body of the Eye of the Storm Great Wizard.

Then followed a horrifying storm.

The body of the Eye of the Storm Great Wizard suddenly became uncontrollable, and the thunder with decaying radiation scattered uncontrollably in all directions. Anything within the range of the thunderstorm could be attacked by the lightning.

The numerous Great Wizards are not ignorant trash. To become a Great Wizard means they have at least studied some Shaping Power.

Seeing the uncontrollable expansion of the storm, they quickly understood.

The Eye of the Storm Great Wizard was already dead, even his body becoming a weapon of the Miracle School.

"The effect isn't bad, even the minimum output can instantly kill a Sixth Circle Great Wizard."

Ulysses looked at the storm expanding in the sky, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

This black desert was a Truth-Level Magic Equipment refined by Richard from an Inner World obtained from a Curse Demon. This was its first practical use.

"Lord Ulysses, this thing is..."

Old Abel looked at the phantom that had not yet dissipated, his tone uncertain.

"This is the main purpose of my visit," Ulysses turned and said, "This is Richard's Truth-Level Magic Equipment, responsible for guarding the headquarters.

The loss of the Academy doesn't matter, but the headquarters is the face of our School, and it cannot be lost."

Speaking, Ulysses looked into the distance. He could sense two gazes turning towards him while using this Magic Equipment.

"Don't look any further, gentlemen, Richard will arrive in seven days.

It's time to wrap up this spectacle; the charade should end."

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