The Full Level Player Is Summoned By The Magical World - Chapter 21 Visitor from Another World, God of Magic

The Royal Court’s usual strict teachings forced her to calm down. Who is he? What was the magic he cast that was as powerful as a god’s? Could he be the Saint Mage?

Princess Celia slowly came back to her senses. She reluctantly turned her gaze to her teacher, but she could not hide her excitement. “Teacher, what kind of magic is this? It’s so powerful. I’ve never heard of it.

I’ve never seen a forbidden spell with such terrifying power in the ancient books in the capital’s Treasure Pavilion.”

Klent had collapsed in exhaustion like a lamp running out of fuel. He was an old man at the end of his life. The knight beside him reacted quickly to help him up. He was barely able to keep Klent from collapsing.

Celia moved forward quickly too. Her beautiful, tearful eyes looked at Klent. “What’s wrong, Teacher?” she asked in a choked voice.

The teacher was like a pillar behind her. Now, as she watched him fall, Celia felt as if she had lost a strong pillar. She looked at Klent in a panic. He looked like a real old man now. He looked exhausted and lifeless. It seemed that all of Klent’s magic had dissipated. He was no longer a mage.

Before Mo Fan had arrived, Klent had struggled to hold up the protective barrier. Later, in order to make a final resistance, he had used all his magic to activate the ancient forbidden spell, Dimension Summoning. By the time the summoning succeeded, he was already at the end of the crossbow and had relied on his last breath to hold on. Now that he saw Mo Fan cast the powerful forbidden spell and successfully save Skadi, he relaxed completely.

He looked at the weeping princess and comforted Celia weakly and firmly, “Your Highness, I’m fine. I’ve just exhausted my magical powers!

I’ve traveled the Azure Continent for half my life, but I’ve never seen such divine magic.

But the white flame—” Klent paused, a look of sublime respect and admiration in his eyes.

“The white flame is the legendary dark flame from heaven’s punishment. That’s the punishment fire that only a god can send.”

Princess Celia asked again, “Then-isn’t it a black flame? Why is it white?”

Klent suddenly smiled weakly. Princess Cella saw it and looked at Klent with some confusion, wondering why her teacher was suddenly smiling.

“It was heaven,” Klent continued. “God’s flame. God was always pure and unblemished. Even the fire of punishment was white.

Legend has it that the white flame is a Sacred Flame used by the Church’s gods to punish heretics.”

Celia gasped. “But—these white flames-“

These white flames were burning the allied forces of the Temple of Light. Weren’t they members of the Church? These inextinguishable holy flames devoured the entire allied army of the Temple of Light, turning them into streams of light in the flames that ceased to exist. This young man with the flames of a god is definitely not ordinary.

Then he must be a Saint Mage. Only a Saint Mage is the closest to a god. Only a Saint Mage can destroy five Great Archmages.”

Celia could not hide her excitement. It was a Saint Mage who had saved her country! It was as if there was a barrier between a Saint Mage and a Great Archmage. One simply could not compare the two of them. Based on this young man’s magic today, a hundred Great Mages could not shake up a Saint Mage.

“Skadi can be saved. Even if the Temple comes again, we won’t be afraid.”

Celia’s eyes were determined. She had to get the mage back to the capital, even if she had to pay a fortune to keep him there.

Seeing this, Klent wanted to scream that this was no Saint Mage. He wanted to tell Celia that even a Saint Mage was only close to being a god, but the power and scope of the magic this young man was using was not something a Saint Mage could do.

Klent thought back to his travels through the Azure Continent as a young man. He had come across a secret codex of the Church. It had recorded that the God of Light had delivered a punishment, and that white flames had descended upon the earth. It was both destruction and rebirth. Based on today’s circumstances, it seemed, only a god’s own divine punishment could have such power. This young man had to be more than a Saint Mage.

It was impossible for a Saint Mage to control holy flames. Only a god could truly master holy flames and unleash them to the limit. Those Saint Mages were already impressive if they could summon a trace of white holy flame alone. However, they could not do anything more than that.

Klent was exhausted. He couldn’t form a complete sentence. He could feel the magic draining from his body. He would probably be a mortal from now on. Dizziness swept over him. He couldn’t make out what was ahead of him. His surroundings appeared blurry and he couldn’t hold on any longer. It was as if he was going to pass out in the next moment. But there was a force of will power holding him together, holding on to the only shred of clarity.

At this moment, Klent was beside himself with excitement. Even when he had gone through so much to become the Great Archmage, he had never been as excited as he was now. He wanted nothing more than to stand up and howl to the heavens 300 times to announce to the world who this young man really was. This was the descent of a true god. This was definitely the descent of a true god!

The miracle of the Azure Continent had been born in the land of Skadi. It was he who had summoned the True God. In short, there was also a part of his power in this miracle. It was definitely the supreme honor of a mage to summon the God of Magic in person. In the history of the Azure Continent, which mage could do it?

Klent had managed to become the number one mage in the Azure Continent! Klent thought that he must have used all his luck in his life to summon the God of Magic himself! He had actually misjudged him. He did not recognize at first glance that this young man was the God of Magic himself! It was also possible that the magical power of the God of Magic was unfathomable and not something that mere mages like them could easily discern.

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At that moment, Klent wanted nothing more than to stand up and greet the God of Magic himself in the highest of manners. To see the divine glory of the God of Magic! Klent looked at Mo Fan with a burst of powerful light in his eyes. Unfortunately, in the next moment he collapsed from exhaustion.

There were exclamations all around. “Teacher!”

“Lord Klent!”

“Teacher!”

“Royal Teacher, Sir!”