After doing all this, Flauros turned and left the sewer space. A massive amount of magical energy was spreading outward, gradually wrapping the magus into a giant egg-like shape. It was as if this existence was being re-incubated. Afterward, like a fledgling fully grown or a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, this magus would welcome a new life.
Similarly, at that time, the reborn magus could likely no longer be called human. Of course, calling him a long-lived species wasn't entirely accurate either, because his soul was still that of a human. It would still slowly be worn down by time and wasted by the years as time passed.
How could it be so easy for a human to become a long-lived species?
It was precisely because of this difficulty that this magus agreed to the transaction with these Demon Gods. After all, winning the Holy Grail War could allow him to successfully obtain an eternal soul. But if he wanted to obtain an indestructible body with powerful strength... the Holy Grail, having already granted a portion of wishes in the last Holy Grail War, likely didn't have sufficient magical energy inside.
Rather than obtaining a body that wasn't eternal, only gaining half the lifespan, half the strength, and half the soul intensity—that is, having all his wishes halved due to the Holy Grail's insufficient magical energy—it was better to realize one of them and push it to the extreme first.
Even if it was just pure eternal soul, to some extent, his immortality would be complete. It was just that the immortality of the soul did not guarantee the immortality of his consciousness or long-term free movement. If his soul were trapped in a corner... if he fell into a slumber, it would be fine. But if he still retained some consciousness, he might go crazy in a few years or decades. If the place where his soul was trapped was special, he would be equivalent to enduring eternal loneliness. Then, this eternal soul would instead become torture.
This magus didn't want his eternity to turn into imprisonment. Or rather, it would probably be more terrifying than imprisonment, after all, that would be solitary confinement in a dark room.
Now that he had the opportunity to make his physical body stronger, of course, he had to seize it properly!
In short, regardless of what this magus would become in the future, at least the current 72 Demon God Pillars didn't want to know. Anyway, this magus was just a tool for them to obtain what they wanted.
As for what this magus would do as a surprise soldier and what kind of power he would possess, the 72 Demon God Pillars actually didn't care. In the final analysis, this magus was just a tool they suddenly remembered they could still utilize. Even without this magus, they had already made preparations to deal with things, hadn't they?
Moreover, although those magi and Heroic Spirits wouldn't attack their headquarters immediately, they definitely wouldn't let them continue to develop either. So the time for this final decisive battle to erupt definitely wouldn't make them wait too long. Therefore, it was better to go back and prepare early.
To be honest, if Heroic Spirits launched an attack on their base camp while he was communicating with this magus, it would still make them feel like they lost face.
Of course, it would only be losing face. How could it be so easy for Heroic Spirits to rush into their base camp? Those Demon God Pillars constantly sticking to the rock walls and beginning to expand outward were not illusions they released. The eyes on those Demon God Pillars were connected to the other companions within the body. It could be said that there were currently remote monitors standing in every corner of their base camp.
On the other side, Da Vinci observed the entire mountain peak from a distance. Then, she nodded to the others. As a Caster-class Heroic Spirit, was there anyone better than her to check for magical traps here? Obviously, judging from the appearance right now, there were no traps here. Observing the surroundings, although it wasn't night yet, there were no sounds here other than the wind blowing through the plants.
When the 72 Demon God Pillars arrived at this hollowed-out rock mountain body, the birds and insects here rightly chose to leave. That powerful demonic and divine nature constantly posed a threat to these existences. Even if the 72 Demon God Pillars didn't pay attention to these existences with little intelligence, the instincts within the bodies of these animals and insects were making them stay away from this place.
As for... the residents living around here, a large group had already left when some terrifying rumors spread earlier. Now, the remaining portion was directly picked up by the Church's magi. When the residents here saw the birds and insects leaving with them, they couldn't help but sigh with emotion: These people taking them away are all good people!
Presumably, they would often visit some elderly people soon, right? Occasionally, they would also send some food or something to the Church staff. Although in the church of this small city, there was only one real supervisor, which was Caren, as the Holy Grail War was commercialized by the magi of the magical world and the people of the Church, this place was bound to welcome more magi and Church personnel. By then, Caren wouldn't be a lonely commander magus.
Of course, this wasn't entirely beneficial for Caren. After all, the people sent by the Church and the Mage's Association might very likely monitor her. There might also be ambitious people who wanted to drag her down directly from this position as the manager of a good job. At that time, her situation would definitely not be much better than before she came to this city.
Isn't there a saying? If you don't want someone to get something, either destroy the thing or eliminate the person.
Although very cruel, isn't the world of magi just like this?
"Since there is no one around, there should be no problem for us to give these Demon Gods, who view this place as their private property in an organized manner, a grander welcome gift, right?"
While speaking, Morgan curled her lips into a cold sneer. After all, these Demon Gods had provoked her, hadn't they?
Morgan intended to let these Demon Gods know who they provoked. Never provoke a witch, especially a powerful witch who has lived for 1,500 years. She raised her hand. Black-blue flames were constantly breeding in her palm. Subsequently, these flames condensed into the shape of a battering ram. No matter what, she had come from an era of war. During her travels everywhere, she had also seen many wars. Simulating such engineering machinery was a piece of cake.