<h4>Chapter 297: The me Prison</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    Merlin was currently floating in mid-air. Wisps of Wind Element were wrapped around him, supporting him. This proved that the belt was indeed a Flying casting tool.


    The belt must contain a mystical power which could cast a Wind-type spell. In that manner, it lifted the Spell Caster into the air, achieving the effect of a Fourth-level spell.


    A Flying casting tool like this was very precious. It should be known that Flying spells could only be achieved by a Spell Caster who had reached the Fourth-level and constructed a Wind-type spell.


    For Spell Casters below the Fourth-level or for Spell Casters who were Fourth-level or above but did not construct Wind-type spells, a Flying casting tool like this made things more convenient, and might even indirectly improve their battle prowess.


    Merlin further explored the powers of the belt. Its flying speed in mid-air was nothing to shout about, but it was much faster than Wind of Freedom that he used. It was around the speed of a typical Fourth-level Flying spell.


    Moreover, although the belt required the supplement of some Wind-type elemental crystal stones, this amount was nothing much to Merlin, who now had many rings and arge sum of elemental crystal stones.


    This Flying casting tool was the best item that Merlin had obtained at the second obstacle. Some of the other rings might have some precious materials, but they could notpare to this Flying casting tool.


    Ever since the era of the Molta Empire, the most glorious age of Spell Casters had passed, much of alchemy’s legacy had been lost. Casting tools were a part of alchemy as well, and it was rather difficult to transfigure a Flying casting tool.


    Therefore, when Merlin was in the Dark Magic Region, Sterling House, and Fort Udon, he had never seen anyone with a Flying casting tool. Therefore, this belt was considered quite a treasure.


    After plundering the rings at the second obstacle until nothing was left, Merlin felt a vague feeling of even greater anticipation. In a sh of his figure, he headed toward the third obstacle straightaway.


    Merlin had previously heard the me Being mention that in over three thousand years, only three individuals had made it to the third obstacle. Merlin was the fourth one, but besides him, no one else had everpleted the third obstacle.


    Spell Casters who were able to reach the third obstacle must surely be extraordinary Spell Casters!


    “Whoosh!”


    Merlin’s figure appeared before the third obstacle. He swept his gaze across the ground but frowned because he did not see any bones or rings before this third obstacle.


    Merlin remembered very clearly that the me Being had mentioned that other than Merlin, there were three others altogether who had reached the third obstacle.


    However, those three did not manage toplete the third obstacle.


    Merlin recalled what the me Being had said in detail. The me Being had mentioned that one was a real freak who had five types of Pandora Demon Abilities but that person used up all three chances toplete the obstacle and was cast into the me Prison.


    As he thought of this, Merlin’s eyes shone, and he muttered in a low voice, “That’s right, the me Prison. How could Spell Casters who managed to reach the third obstacle die so easily? There was even a Seventh-level Spell Caster among them. They must’ve been thrown into the me Prison because they failed to clear the obstacle.”


    The me Prison – this had been repeatedly brought up by the me Being. Furthermore, ording to Merlin’s conjecture, this me Prison was surely on the Ship of Nik.


    However, Merlin might haveplete control over the Ship of Nik now, but he had not discovered any such me Prison.


    “The me Prison should be a ‘prison’ set up by the Legend Nik. Since it’s a ‘prison’, it must be well-hidden and sturdy in order to prevent people from easily escaping.”


    Countless thoughts shed across Merlin’s mind, following which he searched every corner of the Ship of Nik once more. Moreover, he looked out especially for spots which were dense with Fire Element.


    However, after a period of searching, he still did not discover any me Prison.


    Nevertheless, Merlin did not give up but switched to another way of thinking. He searched for the ce with the highest concentration of Fire Element on the Ship of Nik.


    “The ce where Fire Element is the most concentrated at is where those Pirs of me are!”


    The first thing Merlin thought of was those Pirs of me which were made by condensed Fire Element. The ce with the highest concentration of Fire Element on the Ship of Nik was surely where those Pirs of me were.


    However, Merlin had never been to that area. Still, in order to locate the me Prison, Merlin decided to pay the ce with the Pirs of me a visit.


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    “As I expected, what intense Fire Element!”


    Merlin appeared in a room that was fiery-red. He looked all around. The ce was filled with gigantic Pirs of me which were emanating an astounding scorching heat.


    Merlin walked all around and discovered, by chance, that there was a thick, heavy metal door in this room filled with mes.


    If Merlin had note here himself, he would have no way of discovering this metal door.


    Although Merlin controlled the Ship of Nik, he could only see the numerous Pirs of me from a cursory look without gaining a clear understanding of these pirs’ details.


    As he looked at therge metal door now, Merlin’s spirits began to lift.


    “What’s behind these great doors? Could it be the me Prison?”


    Merlin approached therge, metal doors and looked around, but there were no mechanisms or anything of that sort. He began to consider the possibilities. On the entirety of the Ship of Nik, Merlin, who possessed the me Maxim, was, in fact, the master of the Ship of Nik. He waspletely able to enter any ce on this ship.


    As he thought of this, Merlin fiercely simted the me Maxim in his Awareness. The me Maxim emitted strands of its force, and Merlin cried out hoarsely, “Open!”


    “Rumble!”


    After the force of the me Maxim was released around Merlin, the thick solid metal doors began to gradually open.


    The metal doors opened, and in a sh of his figure, Merlin had stepped inside.


    It was a spacious and empty hall. In the middle of the hall, there was a circr area which was surrounded by sixteen enormous pirs. Dense lines of runes covered the pirs.


    There was even a trace of the me Maxim’s force which Merlin was familiar with.


    The sixteen enormous pirs practically formed a massive Runic Magic Circle, enclosing the circr area. Inside the area were mes which danced and surged furiously.


    “The me Prison. This must be the me Prison!”


    Merlin felt a rush of glee. The mes, within the circr area surrounded by the sixteen runic pirs, evoked a sense of familiarity in Merlin. This force was simr to the me Maxim’s. This demonstrated how terrifying the mes within the area were. The moment one stepped in, one would be turned to ashes.


    As for why this parched heat was not felt in the hall, it was most likely thanks to these mysterious runes which trapped the mes firmly in the circle. This formed the terrifying me Prison. Any Spell Casters who were unable toplete the third obstacle, and were not killed by the me Image, would be thrown into the me Prison.


    “Such frightening mes – I’m afraid that no one would be able to withstand them. If the three Spell Casters who made it to the third obstacle were cast into the me Prison, they must be long dead. The question is whether those rings are still here or not?”


    Seeing how petrifying the mes of the me Prison were, Merlin felt rather uncertain. Although rings were not easily damaged, in the face of such mes that had a simr force as the me Maxim and were surely created by the Legend Nik himself, it was unlikely that a Spatial Ring would remain intact and undamaged.


    Nevertheless, Merlin thought he might as well try. He headed toward the me Prison in order to get a clearer look.


    As soon as he neared the me Prison, the runes on the sixteen pirs transformed into arge runic which obstructed Merlin’s path. Based on the strength of these runes, Merlin guessed that even Great Wizards would find it hard to st their way through.


    However, the me Maxim in his Awareness was the foundation of the entire Ship of Nik’s control, so he released the force of the me Maxim once again. Instantly, the runes which were blocking Merlin vanished.


    “Swish!”


    Merlin did not hesitate at all. Even though he felt a burning gust of energy after the Runic Magic Circle had disappeared, he still stepped into the me Prison.


    The mes in the me Prison were extremely terrifying. Merlin did not dare to be careless in the slightest and constantly simted the me Maxim. He discovered that the mere wisp of force from the me Maxim waspletely able to suppress these raging, surging mes. It was because of this that Merlin dared to step into the me Prison.


    Merlin walked into the me Prison casually. Under the me Maxim’s suppression, the mes of the prison were unable to touch him at all.


    “Someone is thrown into the me Prison again?”


    Suddenly, an old voice came from the middle of the me Prison. Merlin’s footsteps paused instinctively, and his Mind Power red up.


    “Is someone actually still alive?”


    Merlin immediately became very cautious and began to head toward the voice. Finally, at the bottom of the thirteenth pir, Merlin saw a Spell Caster who was tenaciously hiding beneath the pir, his body curled up into a ball. The mes of the me Prison were burning on his body, yet they were blocked by ayer of simr mes.


    Merlin narrowed his eyes slightly. He surmised almost instantly that this Spell Caster was one of those who were cast into the me Prison. As for the thinyer of mes, they moved with obvious Elemental fluctuations. This indicated that the Spell Caster was casting a spell, perpetually counteracting the mes of the me Prison.


    However, this astounded Merlin. It was almost an impossible task to be constantly fighting against the mes of the me Prison and surviving until now. Not even a Great Wizard would have such a tremendous amount of Magic Power to sustain this.


    Just as Merlin was sizing up this mysterious Spell Caster, this person lifted his head, revealing an unkempt beard and an aged countenance.


    When he saw that the mes around Merlin seemed to be suppressed, the expression of this aged Spell Caster shifted greatly. In a trembling voice, he said, “That’s not right, you’re not a Spell Caster who’s been thrown into the me Prison. Speak, who are you really?”


    The aged Spell Caster’s eyes were initially weary, but they sharpened in an instant and fixed firmly onto Merlin.