Chapter 760: Codename "Tenchu", the Doomsday of the Haters!

Within that somewhat cluttered alchemical chamber, Master Sam also hurriedly replied: "What could you people possibly achieve by going there? To play games? What do you think war is? A children's game of house?"

Right at that moment, Tins posted an image beneath the discussion thread.

It was precisely a snapshot captured after the battlefield had closed; the entire Shadow Legion had fallen, leaving only the allied forces of the various races standing tall upon the battlefield.

Beneath the post, a dead silence immediately fell.

"How could this be!?" Inside that cluttered alchemical chamber, Master Sam’s face contorted in disbelief, "How is it possible!? It's fake, it must be fake! Yes, it must be fake!"

He hastily replied: "Treason is one thing, but now you have learned to forge as well?"

At this time, the Orc race and a multitude of surrounding small nations were all engaged in post-disaster reconstruction work; Archmage Adolf, having found a spare moment, also cast a brief glance over the remarks on the forum and happened to witness this scene.

"Say one more word, and believe me, your very qualifications as a mage will be stripped away."

"???" Inside the alchemical chamber, Sam lay leisurely upon his armchair, looking at the messages on the magic forum, and let out a snort of laughter.

It happened that at this moment, a mage who shared the quarters with him passed by.

Pointing at the information on the magic forum, he remarked: "There is a fool saying something about stripping away my qualifications as a mage... don't make me die of laughter."

Following that, he posted another sentence: "If you have the ability, trace the magical network and come bite me! If you don't, then shut your mouth!"

Almost simultaneously, Archmage Adolf put away his magical stationery; within the council hall of the Dawn Empire’s Mages Association, several mages dressed in dark gold robes, with hexagram emblems embroidered upon their chests, were seen walking inside.

Tins also hurriedly sat up straight and proper.

In their midst was a middle-aged mage dressed in a similar style of magical robe, appearing somewhat indolent.

The others trailed behind him by a single step, making it evident that his status was far superior to the rest.

Adolf naturally recognized this man—he was precisely one of the world's topmost mages, Willie, the General President of the World Magic Association!

And by his side stood an old mage whose white beard reached almost down to his waist, bearing the embroidered pattern of a reagent bottle upon his chest; this very person was the Vice President of the World Alchemy Association!

Even for a mage like Adolf, who had attained the ninth rank, it was normally impossible to catch sight of these elusive figures who left neither trace nor shadow.

In the meeting hall, having just arrived from the battlefield, the King of the Dawn Empire stood up as well.

Yet at this moment, the several newcomers actually bowed in unison toward the mages, including Adolf and Tins.

"We express our gratitude for the great contributions you all have made," the middle-aged man spoke, "For those of you who have made such significant contributions to the world and to the Magic Association, it has been decided through deliberation by our General Headquarters of the World Mages Association to nominate you all for the next term’s Elder Council election list and the candidate election list, as well as to bestow upon you the Special Grade Badge of Glory."

Adolf shook his head: "My Lords, as 'traitors to the country' and 'useless wretches who lose their ambitions to mere playthings,' I fear we could hardly presume to bear such a distinguished honor?"

"What is the meaning of this!?" Saint Willie's countenance instantly darkened.

"Currently, the internal forums of the major magic associations are all publishing various defamatory remarks," a slightly younger mage behind him whispered, "Led by certain mages, the moment anyone speaks a single word to defend 'Blizzard Workshop' and these users of the secret realms, they are immediately overwhelmed by a deluge of public opinion."

"The internal forum of the Alchemy Association is the same..."

Very quickly, the gazes of Willie and that old alchemist cast upon the magic forums such as the "Eye of the Secret Realm," and their faces instantly turned a shade of livid iron!

With a fierce strike of his palm, he shattered the stone table beneath him into fragments on the spot!

...

As one of the earliest players to enter the new shop, the female mage Lily was not a citizen of the Dawn Empire.

Having returned to her homeland, the Rila Empire, she, alongside several other mages who had participated in the war, was currently receiving a personal visit from the Mages Association led by a Saint-tier mage and the King himself.

Concurrently, the most renowned magic forum in the country was conducting an exclusive "forum report."

Yet precisely at this time, upon the forum, a loyalist of the "Duran Workshop," who was also a mage of the Rila Empire named Gian, was leading a horde of internet trolls to occupy their own nation's forum.

One post after another was sent out across the forum:

"Achieving absolutely nothing, what exactly can those flatterers of 'Blizzard Workshop' do?"

"Do not let 'Blizzard Workshop' ruin the future of our motherland's people any longer."

"The Master has already acknowledged that using the secret realms of the 'Origin Network Club' is treason!"

"..."

"Lord Lily, Lord Lance..." An elderly mage at this moment, with a face full of respect, read out a succession of names, then retrieved his magical stationery and opened the forum, "The 'Distant Star Magic Forum' is something you all should have heard of, I presume."

"I have been using it ever since I first came into contact with magic," the mage Lily spoke happily.

At this time, the old mage opened the forum, wishing also to display his country's most famous magic forum to everyone.

Just at that moment...

"Do not let 'Blizzard Workshop' ruin the future of our motherland's people any longer."

"The Master has already acknowledged that using the secret realms of the 'Origin Network Club' is treason!"

"..."

Lines of posts jumped out.

The old mage crumpled the magical stationery into a ball almost instantly, his expression turning cold straight away.

"What is the meaning of this?!"

Not only in the Dawn Empire and the Rila Empire, but all across the world, the exact same thing was transpiring.

The World Mages Association, the Alchemist Guild, the Mercenary Guild, and even the high officials of various nations all realized the gravity of the situation.

The Summit of Nations.

No one had anticipated that the high-ranking officials of these various countries and major factions would actually gather here once more because of this matter.

Even Saint Duran’s face was livid with anger at this moment; within his grand palace, he raged: "Did I not explain clearly enough that this matter should be downplayed, to slowly let everyone forget it?!"

"Who on earth brought this about!?" To think it would blow up to such a massive scale all at once!? Causing the powerhouses of the entire world to gather here just to deliberate on how to handle this matter?!

Saint Duran’s projection cast down, showing a countenance that was exceedingly grim.

"They fabricate rumors and slander, causing our heroes to suffer unredressed grievances; I guarantee to the broad masses that they will surely face judgment!"

"According to the data held by my subordinates," the Dawn Empire’s Sword Saint Wilson spoke with a somewhat chilling expression, "The two alchemists, Os and Laiwu, using the guise of Masters, guided the direction of public opinion, branding the cultivation within the secret realms of the 'Origin Network Club' with the crime of 'treason'; I know not what their objective is, but such people are called Masters in vain!"

"Treason?" King Leyton of the Blue Mountain Principality sneered, "If we could have a few more such 'treasonous' individuals, our losses would not have been so grievous, and our soldiers would not have needed to endure such inhumane tribulations."

Saint Willie stood up from his seat and spoke aloud: "The code name for this operation shall be 'Heavenly Punishment'; no matter who they are, no matter where they hide, our objective is to round up all these dregs in one fell swoop!"

He reflected for a moment, thinking it might be somewhat difficult to catch everyone: "At the very least, those who fanned the flames and instigated this matter, not a single one can be let off, to restore the innocence of our heroes! Gentlemen, surely there are no objections?"

Everyone’s eyes blazed as they stared intently at Saint Duran; finally, a joint declaration was voiced by the three great empires, the various kingdoms, the Dwarven race, and the Elven race: "My Lord, I presume your Divine Temple should be in favor of this matter as well, correct?"

Clang!

Within the grand palace where Saint Duran resided, the seat beneath him instantly dissolved into a cloud of fine dust.

Within his own grand palace, he had no need whatsoever to conceal his fury; however, the matter of the Shadow Legion was a time when all races shared a bitter hatred for the common enemy—even enemy nations had temporarily laid down their original grievances for the time being—so at least on this matter, Saint Duran clearly suppressed his raging anger: "Naturally!"