Chapter 117: Chapter 101: Miniaturization Magic, The World Inside the Mechanical Clock, 4773 Words_1 Chapter 117: Chapter 101: Miniaturization Magic, The World Inside the Mechanical Clock, 4773 Words_1 The Elf Cat returned to the necklace, while Ivita and the Old Witch turned their gaze towards the only upright mechanical clock in the room.

At Ivita’s command, from the perspective of ordinary people, perhaps nothing happened, the Hand of Mana was invisible to the naked eye.

But in the Old Witch’s spirit vision, a dozen invisible Hands of Mana grabbed the mechanical clock and began to forcefully dismantle it.

‘Bang bang bang~’

The sound was loud and chaotic, much like a pile driver. Quick and ruthless, the wood panel and gold-plated carvings on the surface of the mechanical clock were torn apart, revealing the intricate world of gears and connecting structures inside.

As an object of such sophistication, mechanical clocks require thousands of precision handmade parts that fit perfectly together, making them greatly valuable.

It’s no surprise then, that belltowers have become a common symbol among the various Republics.

The Old Witch cast Ivita a surprised glance.

Because for an ordinary Apprentice-Level Wizard, learning to use Throwing Magic would take at least half a year. And even if they became capable of using it, they could at most move small objects like cups, with their magic having limited speed and power.

A wizard must dedicate time to further study and enhance their magic, strengthening their Throwing Magic, growing and robusting it, much like how a baby’s arm grows into an adult’s, or how new leaves sprout on branches.

Depending on individual aptitude, the Throwing Magic they master will also be unique, never identical.

Some wizards can only manipulate their Mana to form a few arms, but each one is as thick and strong as a tiger’s forearm.

While others can materialize a dozen arms, but each one is not particularly strong.

Generally speaking, even the most skilled ordinary wizards can barely command around ten arms using their Throwing Magic.

But Ivita’s Throwing Magic materialized a hundred such arms. Although these arms were not yet as robust as a fully trained grown soldier’s, they were at least as strong as an adolescent’s.

While not immensely powerful, they were functional, and crucially, there were many of them.

This meant that Ivita could, in a single thought, summon the force equivalent to fifty adolescents, or put another way, the combined strength of a hundred robust right arms of adolescents.

The time Ivita spent on his Throwing Magic from the moment of learning to this point was perhaps less than half a day, or to be more specific, only a few hours.

And at this level, he was already exceeding the limits of the spell itself.

Because after all, this Throwing Magic is just an Apprentice-Level spell.

From the Hearthstone Grand Witch’s experience, this level of Throwing Magic was very close to Destiny Magic.

It seemed that war magic was what Lord Demon God understood best.

The Hearthstone Grand Witch suddenly thought that this could be attributed to the previous city defense battle and the current political change.

Of course, only Lord Demon God could efficiently absorb the magic power from war, seemly extracting great spiritual strength from it, which then turned into an understanding of war magic.

And right now, Ambros’ independent Viscount, was riddled with potential for conflict everywhere, ready to explode in an instant. As long as you immersed yourself into the politics of each region, you would inevitably be entangled in these messy affairs.

Even though Ivita forcibly dismantled the mechanical clock, he did not alter its components, so the beveled gears, planetary gear systems, worms, and other mechanical parts still worked seamlessly.

These gears formed a doorway, and to Ivita’s surprise, the depth of the gear door was pitch black, with no reflection of light to be seen.

It was as if the backside of this gear door was an unfathomably deep void.

But how was this possible?

This was just a mechanical clock after all.

The Old Witch suddenly raised her left hand, conjuring a fireball in the space between her fingers, and threw this Fire Magic into the gears.

The gear door swallowed the flame, and the flame disappeared utterly and completely.

The Old Witch and Ivita exchanged glances, both taken aback. The clock appeared to have much more to it than they had initially perceived.

Could this be the extent of the magical power that Parviga had at his disposal?

The Old Witch began to contemplate. “Your Grace, this could be a teleportation portal, but magic capable of setting up a permanent teleportation portal is extremely powerful, far beyond any Third Order Witch sorcery!”

What the Old Witch meant was, the magic was too formidable. Could Parviga actually have the ability to establish a permanent teleportation portal?

The Hearthstone Grand Witch said, “Due to Heaven Mountain’s light, space and time have been reinforced.”

“This is to prevent Magic Users, Druids, and Priests from freely travelling through time and space, which would result in a breakdown of the dimensional spatial structure.”

“My mentor’s mentor once said that before the light of Heaven Mountain fell upon the mortal realm through the key of the throne, this world allowed unrestricted travel through time and space due to powerful magic. Witches could travel through time and space with a magic potion or a magic ring, journeying into the past or future.”

“Only those in power, out of voluntary morality, chose to protect the timeline to prevent temporal chaos.”

“To maintain the existence of a single timeline.”

“However, apparently a very serious war involving time took place in the past. I don’t know when it happened, it may have been the end of an Ancient Civilization, or during the war between the civilization supported by the Druids, and two other civilizations. But the consequences of that war continue to linger till now. In some remote places deep within the Black Forest, time may still be in chaos.”