Chapter 210: The Third Sanctuary of the New Continent
At Kamar-Taj, all the sorcerers were preparing for war.
Most of them had been dispatched to help construct the Three Great Sanctuaries.
According to Agamotto's instructions, once the sanctuaries were completed and the dimensional barrier was in place, it would be possible to block the descent of demonic creatures—signaling the start of a full-scale counterattack.
Purging the invading monsters from the human world would mark the end of the crisis.
"The sanctuary in the New Continent urgently needs manpower. Who would've thought it was hiding so many fallen evil gods?"
"But the Eastern and Western Sanctuaries have already siphoned off most of our people. The few sorcerers left have to stay and guard Kamar-Taj."
"Kamar-Taj is the only remaining channel through which we can contact Lord Agamotto. We can't afford even the slightest mistake."
"…"
Several elderly sorcerers with white hair and crane-like features looked visibly anxious.
They had never expected that the Hermes Church—after years of development—would now possess enough power to sweep across the human world.
All the remaining lawful factions could do now was defend.
It was no longer a secret that the organization had ties to the god Hermes and had even managed to convert several deities to their cause.
The church was operated by thirteen apostles, each of whom had received Hermes' blessing. Collectively known as the Thirteen Blessed Families, they roamed the human world recruiting scattered minor forces into their fold.
"He's back—he's really back!"
A sorcerer burst into the hall in excitement.
"Who's back?"
The six elder sorcerers turned their eyes toward him with curiosity.
Right now, there weren't many people who could stir genuine interest from them.
"It's Allen. The Supreme Sorcerer candidate has returned!"
"Bring him in."
This was an unexpected joy—at least the question of succession was no longer a problem.
There were several promising apprentices, but compared to Allen, they were clearly on a completely different level. He was in a league of his own.
"Hey hey hey…"
Allen strode confidently into the hall, waving cheerfully at the elder sorcerers. "I'm back. Did you miss me?"
"You brat! Where the hell have you been?"
One of the elder sorcerers blew his beard in fury, eyes glaring, clearly ready to give the boy a good thrashing.
He looked at Allen like a parent who had spent days frantically searching for a mischievous child, only to come home and find the kid eating a hot meal while they were half-dead from exhaustion.
"It's a long story. I'll keep it short."
Allen's sharp eyes twinkled as he quickly explained, "I was chasing down a necromancer and, well, they looked kind of decent, so I joined them. Turned out they were part of some unheard-of organization called the Hermes Church…"
"What!?"
"You joined the Hermes Church?"
"Did they do anything to you?"
"…"
The six elders asked in a flurry of concern, worried that something had been done to Allen.
"I'm the main character—what could possibly happen to me?"
Allen replied matter-of-factly, then continued, "They kept me at some 'Silent Castle' place. It was super boring. All I did was read magic books. Oh, and they moved a bunch of female sorcerers into the castle too. Let me tell you—those women were nuts. Totally irrational. Always freaking out over the smallest things. They'd take forever to learn a single spell. Their thought process was on a whole different wavelength. Communication was practically impossible…"
"…"
No one believed that story at face value. The fact they placed so many female sorcerers around him clearly hinted at one thing.
They were trying to extract his bloodline—to produce offspring with potent magical talent.
"Allen, be honest. Did you do anything with the female sorcerers?"
"Do anything what?"
Allen looked genuinely confused.
"You know—between a man and a woman."
"Ugh—!"
Allen covered his face in embarrassment and shouted, "You old coffin-dodger! You're so shameless!"
"This is a serious issue. If a child were born, they could be used to curse you through the bloodline—or worse, used against you."
"…"
Allen's jaw dropped, stunned speechless.
At the same time, the elders all wore expressions of deep concern. They were genuinely worried that the future Supreme Sorcerer might face unknown dangers due to this.
"I feel so cheated," Allen muttered in frustration. "So that's what they were after—trying to have my babies! No wonder they acted so weird. I thought they were mentally ill, so I didn't dare touch any of them."
Uh…
Well, that was a relief.
A false alarm.
In that case, the elders still hoped Allen would take up the mantle of Supreme Sorcerer.
"Allen, we have a mission for you."
The New Continent was severely lacking in manpower. Sending Allen would be both practical and serve as valuable training.
Of course, someone would have to accompany him to prevent another disappearance.
"Just say the word," Allen replied eagerly, brimming with confidence. "I'm like a brick—put me wherever you need me. No more dead weight—everyone has a duty!"
"We're relieved you feel that way."
The elders had feared he wouldn't want to travel again so soon after returning, but their worries were clearly unfounded.
"I have one request."
Allen added, "Send Yao-mei to protect me."
In this timeline, the Ancient One was one of the few he considered a friend.
Naturally, Allen couldn't bear the thought of her stuck in London, constantly exposed to… fragrant surroundings.
…
The New Continent, Third Sanctuary.
In the future, this place would become one of America's core cities—New York.
But at this point in time, the New Continent had only been discovered a few decades ago. Oceanic nations were just starting to rise, and their attempts at colonization were still scattered and unorganized. Meanwhile, the British nobility treated the land as a natural prison for exiled criminals.
Kamar-Taj's sorcerers were building the sanctuary with the help of European immigrants, while focusing their own efforts on laying out the magic arrays.
Once the Three Great Sanctuaries activated together, they would be able to seal off all dimensional portals.
A swirl of magical sparks formed a portal.
Allen led a large group through it.
The Serpentfolk, the Coven of Witches, the Ancient One, and one of the top-ranking elder sorcerers accompanied him.
At Kamar-Taj, those who bore a Magic Crown rank were considered elite elder sorcerers. Crown Sorcerers usually remained in seclusion, only emerging in times of dire crisis.
In truth, Crown Sorcerers were all candidates vying for the Supreme Sorcerer position.
"It's a shame Geralt isn't here," Allen muttered.
The original team was missing one key member, and Allen couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"Witchers are hot commodities now," Agatha commented casually. "Nations are scrambling to recruit them—even offering full backing."
In the past, when things were stable, most countries discriminated against witchers.
But now, they were professionals—capable of not only providing protection, but also forming dedicated anti-monster forces to support national security.
From a purely strategic perspective, any halfway intelligent leader knew exactly what to choose.
"Allen, bringing all these monsters might not be the best idea," the Ancient One said, glancing at the more than three thousand serpentkin. She couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.
With their snake bodies and serpent-hair, any ordinary person would likely faint from terror at the sight.
"Yao-mei, I'm their Cobra King. As their king, I can't abandon my people."
Wearing a cobra-patterned straw hat, Allen declared solemnly, "I won't let them hurt anyone else. They're only allowed to mess with me."
"…"
Who's messing with whom, exactly?
Probably you messing with them.
Still, the Serpentkin were sentient, humanoid magical beings—and they could be tamed. So the elder sorcerers didn't interfere too much.