Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!-Chapter 669 - 221: The Beautiful Witch Who Breaks Free from Bonds, The Interweaving of Desires (10.2k) - Part 2

The profession "Dragon Slayer," a terrifying role created single-handedly by the dragons themselves, was fundamentally designed to control and kill those mighty, unyieldable members of the Dragon Clan.

From the materials required for entry into the profession to a series of weapons and casting materials, all had to be obtained from dragons.

Yet now, the profession of Dragon Slayer has declined.

Initially, because dragons faced almost no natural predators and tended to focus their hostility on their own kin, they created this profession themselves; however, after the era of dragons was overturned by the era of elves, it completely receded into history.

What's more ironic is that now, due to the scarce number of pure-blooded dragons, both substantial forces of Dragon Island and the Dragon Kingdom, whether dealing with Five-Colored Dragons or Metal Dragons, have placed a ban on the profession of Dragon Slayers.

The evolution of this profession was bound to tread on the blood of dragon brethren. Both good and evil dragons agreed on this point—they did not want their profession to become a reason for dragons to strike against their own kin.

In the end, the heritage of the Dragon Slayer was almost utterly extinguished among dragons, with most of the legacy flowing into human groups, where it was filled in and modified to become the exclusive heritage of certain dragon-slaying families.

How ridiculous!

How utterly ridiculous!

And to speak even more distantly, mainstream professions whether warriors, priests, magicians, or even wizards, who are now almost beaten into oblivion, each had their own era.

But what about the era of mages?

Bartlet had not seen it, and he even felt that he would not see the coming of the mage era after his death.

Perhaps in five hundred years, five thousand years, or even fifty thousand years, when mages stand proudly at the pinnacle of the world, the people looking back at their generation might only remember the name of the Magic Monarch.

Manchester the Chaser, who protected the supreme forest

Bartlet Azas, who set sail from the sacred Briania.

Luxius Parker from the Duchy of England.

Half-Orc guardian Demlu Shagar.

…

Perhaps only those who had once expanded the breadth and ceiling of the Mage System have the qualifications to be written into the history books of mages.

That's still a dream that could only be realized after mages usher in their era.

Thus, Luxius and others wanted to take a gamble.

They bet that on the crown of future mages, there would be a gem named Kael D. Helois.

His unique flair and great power distinguished him, not merely as the second-generation helmsman continuing down Luxius's path.

Even with his eyes closed, Bartlet could understand Luxius's expectations for this young man.

Thus, he too was full of anticipation.

Based on the current circumstances, this young man Kael could indeed firmly engrave his name in mage history.

Bartlet wanted to help him.

He absolutely had to help him.

Looking out the window, this composed monarch finally wore a comforting smile on his face.

His gaze turned to Flandre and he softly said,

"I have felt a surge in the power of the Bloodline Mage, Lady Flandre. Kael is about to awaken."

Flandre nodded and replied, "I will go check on him. Please wait here for a moment."

With that, she turned and walked toward the room where Kael was resting.

…

In the Spiritual Body World.

Strange imagery was emerging.

Skills that Kael had masterfully acquired, including but not limited to spells, condensed into books floating mid-air.

Suddenly, an incredibly vast cyberpunk-style scroll appeared on the ground.

The moment that scroll unfurled, a strong wind blew up along the banks of the Seine River.

In the Spiritual Body World, the reflections of "players" being continuously slaughtered by the Bone Eater seemed like an illusion, dispersing after being killed.

The reflections of the players of "Cai Ketongshen," the Bone Eater, and its eternally fighting Barbarian corps repeated what must have been the thousandth, or perhaps the ten thousandth killing in this Spirit Body World.

However, on this day, the relentless battle finally came to a halt.

In the void, with the slow turning of giant gears, metal grates moved forward on a gigantic scroll.

As the mechanical scroll unfolded to both sides, a frightening attraction emanated from the scroll.

The first to light up were various divine arts, sorted by their inherent characteristics into books labeled with their specific divine art names, flying toward the mechanical scroll.

If someone could catch up to those books and take a glance, they would find that among them were famous and obscure divine arts from the Dawn Lord Church, the Earth Mother Goddess Church, and the Church of Literature and Knowledge.

"Non-Rester's Curse"

"Light of Losanda"

"Earth Mother Goddess's Harvest Festival"

"Spark of Inspiration"

"Accelerated Thought"

"Tree Clusters"

"Surging Earth Vein Dragon"

"Daylight Spell"

"Scorching Radiance"

"Powerful Dispel"

"Dawn Blessing"

"Extreme Dispelling"

"Morning Recovery"

"Earth-splitting Spear"

"Bright Spirit Light"

…

Each divine art became a book, fitting into the slots of the unfolding scroll.

As books embedded themselves into the slots, the surrounding frames illuminated.

Circles of lit frames scattered about, resembling the sight of little plastic figures looking up at a server cabinet glowing with a cold metallic light.