"Fireball!"
"Cone of Cold!"
In the underground headquarters, a group of special combat personnel—sorcerers trained by Primary Color—had arrived.
In addition, their incantations were extremely short. It was obvious that they had formed under short notice and had chosen to sacrifice confidentiality.
"Where is the Philosopher's Book?"
Heinze roared. Magic could not damage him in the slightest.
"I know… It's in the Primary Color headquarters!" A Primary Color sorcerer suddenly started laughing strangely. "You can find it if you head east! My men will update you along the way."
"Thanks, Lord of the Void!" Heinze replied gratefully.
He had laid low in this world for many years, even becoming a representative of the Sorcerer Congress. He had done all of this because he knew that the nomological rules in the Philosopher's Book were very useful to him.
He had been frustrated for quite a while when Primary Color got to it before him.
