Doomsday Hunter

On Steam Island, the Magic Academy still stands.

They have been here for many years and have experienced countless flying sails. Like many schools like the Industrial College of Internet University, although the name of this place is magic, it does not only teach magic.

This is the best university around the Mediterranean, with all majors. Miles and Isabella even studied military theory here.

Many demigods are visiting professors here, and each has come here to give lectures.

The only one who was resident was, of course, Hermes, the dean of the Magic Academy. The archmage who broke through the demigod in the last 30 years is already a gray-bearded old man.

Maybe it was intentional. It was this old man with a big white beard and glasses that made people feel more like a great magician.

The cultivation process of magic is similar to academic research. It all takes a long time to develop. Boiled and boiled will naturally become an old man. At that time, most of those department chairs were basically dead of old age, and those who didn't die soon.

Head of the four departments of Feng, Di, Water and Fire.

Librarian Booker.

The vice president, known as the master of the soul.

And the high priest who rebelled.

People come and go in the Magic Academy, but Hermes is left to sigh here.

He's not a very advanced scientist like Tammy or Alna. Before the end of the world, he was just an assistant in the laboratory. His superior, the person who was really in charge of studying this book of knowledge at that time was the third generation purple of the Salvation Army.

This one, later assimilated by the Dawn, then lost the decisive battle with Hermes.

In fact, it is more than a magic school.

But the whole Steam Island, and the whole world.

The bloodline aristocrats who were on an equal footing with the academic faction have gradually withdrawn from the arena. Not to mention Steam Island, there are not many guys in the world who still claim to be nobles, and this is completely eliminated.

Rooted among the people at the bottom, the Church of Grey Mist, which the Great Sage tried to clean up several times but was never able to get it, cooled down even faster.

That year, the source of knowledge fought against the wizards of the Magic Academy, and it was an earth-shattering one. However, it had to rely on several directors and the practical forbidden spells of the entire Magic Academy, and now Hermes can use it alone.

The knight organization has also been updated several times, and the knights on Steam Island today don't even see much relationship with the past.

Hermes suddenly thought of walking outside.

First, I came to the windmill forest in the academy. There are actually many buildings like this. In addition to wind, earth, water and fire, there are also buildings that support magic, such as lightning, light and darkness, and souls.

But it seems that the most popular is this windmill.

This is actually thanks to Hesa, who squatted under the windmill here every day.

The windmill is spinning. This kind of thing that has been eliminated for many years still stubbornly survives on this land, which makes people a little respectful.

Steam is a very old thing, and even if it is taken out again because of extraordinary power, it still needs a lot of improvement.

Windmills are older than steam. Of course, in modern times, wind-generated things look similar to windmills. Hermes stroked his white beard under the windmill with a thoughtful look.

Here he trained his most proud student in recent decades, the son of Jiu'an and Eva, who is now the consul of the Restored.

Of course, the previous Isabella, Miles and so on also studied here. They have also become heroes of the Restoration.

It's very good, it gives a sense of achievement.

Leave school and walk down the streets of Steam Island. Looking at the new look now, it does not have the dirty, polluted and noisy environment that was more than a hundred years ago. Hermes was at a loss for words.

When their academics controlled Steam Island, the situation was much worse.

It should be said that scholars should do the things of scholars. It is not a good thing for politicians to direct academics across borders, and it is not a good thing for scholars to manage across borders.

Of course, there are a few who can do both like Isabella. Anyway, it is not a good thing for a layman to guide a layman at any time.

These colleges, these associations on Steam Island. It is better to be an academic organization obediently.

Suddenly, Hermes stopped.

He recalled this place, where there had been a great battle many years ago. Although the street had been renovated and renovated countless times at this time, almost completely buried here, but Hermes still recognized this place.

At that time, it should have been Li Le and the God of Death teaming up to defeat the Demon King Furui here.

At that time, the **** of death was not called the **** of death, and people were still used to calling him Bai. A white mask was looming in the fog, and it was unknown how much trouble it caused Li Le during the hostile period.

Back then, everyone at the Magic Academy was here to repel the source of knowledge.

The desolate fountain dies here.

The death of all things was slashed by Hesa ​​with a sword here... Knights are really unreasonable existences. Until now, Hermes had not figured out why Hesa ​​was so powerful.

Hisa said he felt so strong, so strong.

Too idealistic, Hermes could not understand.

Then here.

This is where Dracula fought the Dark Elf King. Back then, Dracula and the rest of Steam Island were on the same page. He and Fimi teamed up to kill the Dark Elf King, but Fimi also died.

Queen Fimi is a name that Hermes almost forgot. Suddenly mentioning it, even he himself was a little dazed.

Hermes continued to move forward and came to the center of Steam Island. Here is another prop left by the Great Sage, the Steam Sky Fortress.

In other words, it should be the wreckage of Sky Fortress.

The main body has been taken by Captain Beth to fill his dream castle.

He once fought the nameless gray fog at the demigod level with many people here, and a group of people took turns holding the torch.

On the tower not far away, Tammy looked at the starry sky and seemed to take off at any moment.

Not far from the tower, there is a circus that has almost become an intangible cultural heritage. Seems to be business as usual, but no customers.

The industrial area on Steam Island is still busy, with a little steam floating in the sky.

But it has long been unable to form fog like it once did, covering the entire island. The ships of the Life Fleet continued to rise and fall after the captain left, and it seemed that not much had changed.

Under the tower, the Baita Fourteen supercomputer, which has been updated several times, is running. The huge current even disturbs the surrounding magnetic field.

There were children playing on the side of the road, and the sound of reading books came from the elementary school in the distance.

Hermes stood here for a long time. Finally he sighed. All I can say is, it's pretty good. No matter from which angle it is.

A hundred years of time scouring has already changed the look of Steam Island. There are only a few bones in the ground, still telling the pain and legend of the original.

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