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Chapter 49: The Empty Throne (Part 2)

Facing a member of the Takma Order, William was completely careless.

The Order of Takma is the origin of the concept of modern magic. The prototypes of most of the magic spells in the world today originally extended from them. As far as William knows, it is now almost equivalent to "magic"

Modern magic itself is only a relatively large direction in Takma's research topic - it may not even be the biggest direction.

Without the player's ability to infinitely save and load files, William is essentially just a very, very powerful modern magician.

It is said that the criteria for joining the Takma Order are to achieve achievements that are impossible for mortals in the research fields they need, and then you can get their invitation. And once you join, you will always be with your previous friends.

Life is completely disconnected.

As we all know, conducting academic research related to magic on the Vic continent is a high-risk matter. Sudden disappearances or deaths are commonplace in academic circles. There are rumors that among the top scholars who have disappeared on the Vic continent, about

One-third joined the Takma Order.

Some good people have speculated based on this data and believe that the total size of the entire Takoma Order is probably less than a hundred people, but everyone has at least a "legendary" level of strength - in fact, the entire Vic continent divides magic.

It comes from the standards of the Takma Order.

If this speculation is true, then in the era when William was active, the Takma Order should have been a top force almost as powerful as the Endgame Watch. But in today's era, the entire empire's apparent high-end combat power combined,

Maybe it's not even enough for them.

But they have always been so low-key in history that except for the rulers of Ava, it is difficult for you to find a way to contact them.

They were so low-key that in the past, William never even had the chance to fight against them.

However, after the real fight, William discovered that the strength displayed by the other party was unexpectedly...weak?

Weak, but strange.

The magic system used by the other party was completely different from what William was familiar with. He did not rely on mental induction to influence the magic power of the star realm into the etheric realm, and then weave various spells to release spells. Instead, he relied on some unknown method to directly extract from the ethereal realm.

A large amount of magic power was summoned from the etheric domain, and then bombarded using an extremely simple and crude method.

If you want to describe it, in the game, the player's blue bar is actually his or her own mental power. The mental power can draw magic power from the star realm into his own etheric domain at any time, and then immediately release it in the form of magic spells.

At this time, the etheric field is similar to the reading slot when casting spells. The size of the etheric field directly limits the casting speed of a magic caster and the number of spells that can be released at the same time.

But the other party is equivalent to directly using the reading slot as his own blue bar, using all spells in a very "intuitive" way.

During the battle, a flying dragon made of flames descended from the sky, and a giant condensed by thunder and lightning appeared in the sky. Although they all looked amazing, they were actually just superficial things.

The result of the spell exchange between the two sides is basically that the opponent will collapse at the first touch.

When the battle between the two moved to the rock where Dawn Fortress and Hope Lighthouse were located, William suddenly came to his senses.

"Are you using magic power to simulate the power of the moon?"

After burning all the swarms summoned by the other party to ashes, William asked.

Modern magic is a product of logic. It requires magic singers to use their mental power to carefully construct corresponding magic spells before they can be effective successfully.

In other words, the magicians imitated the Creator and built the world into something closer to their ideals.

The power of the moon realm is equivalent to the reflection and echo of the real world. They will not create anything on their own, but are just imitations and distortions of everything that already exists.

The other party is relying on his own sensibility to shape the magic power into an superficial appearance, instead of relying on logic to make more fundamental changes - this is the Moon Realm's style of doing things.

The other party looked at the magnificent fortress behind William, whose outer outline had been repaired to 70% to 80%, with a true expression on his face.

Then he answered William's previous question:

"This is the true form of original magic. The path humans took before, the path you took was wrong from the beginning..."

But he couldn't finish his words.

Because two dead ghosts suddenly emerged from the rain curtain, two sharp sickles were placed on his neck, one on the left and one on the right, and a thin blood mark was drawn on both sides.

"What's wrong? Tell me clearly."

William walked forward slowly and said.

"you are wrong."

The other party replied.

William walked up to the old man with the Withering Cold, and then ordered the two dead ghosts to slightly move the sickles in their hands to make the other party raise their head and look at him.

William asked condescendingly:

"So, you know who I am now?"

"A person who should have left this world completely."

Subtle answer.

William remained silent, waiting for his next words.

"But for some unknown reason, you returned to this world again... I thought you were just a pilgrim trying to wear a crown, but I miscalculated on this point..."

Hearing this, William frowned slightly.

"Crowned pilgrim? What do you mean?"

"Tyla Riel is only the first of those imitators of your past heroic deeds."

The other party replied.

"Ritual magic?"

Ritual magic approaches the prototype of creation by imitating mythical stories, thereby gaining the power to approach gods.

The other party shook his head.

"They imitate you not to gain power from the past, but to subvert it."

"Subversion of what?"

"tyranny."

The old man replied.

William laughed out loud all of a sudden.

How can they have the nerve to say that they have used all means to seize power and power and turn the whole world into the horrible state it is now in order to overthrow tyranny?

So William asked sarcastically:

"Whose tyranny?"

"The tyranny of the whole world, the tyranny of seven high kings."

…………

"I have already died an extremely miserable death."

Blake looked at the girl in front of him and replied.

"It was the presiding judge who pulled me back from the valley of death."

As he spoke, he walked up to the other party with a calm expression.

"As for plunging the whole world into purgatory...tell me, who ordered the opening of twenty-four rifts in the moon? Who erected twenty-four lighthouses to form a high wall to block people's way up? And who?

Who brought weapons and magic to invade a place that was originally isolated from the world? Who created the real purgatory?"

Blake said, placing the sword on the opponent's chin, forcing her to raise her face to look at him.

"Hehehehe..."

But the other party just let out a weird laugh.

"what are you laughing at?"

"Have you ever thought that there should be no death in this world?"

There were traces of blood on the corners of the girl's smiling mouth, and she said weakly.

"What's the meaning?"

"Originally in this world we should all be free, absolutely free, without death, without sorrow, without oppression, without anything you think should not be in this world. However, seven tyrants have imprisoned us in this world.

In the prison called this world."

"I don't have time to talk to you about such philosophical matters."

"Really? But in my opinion this is a very real problem. Do you want to know the names of the seven tyrants?"

Blake said nothing.

The little girl took his silence as acquiescence, and then said mockingly:

"They are - father, mother, elder, lady, young man, child, and the dead."
Chapter completed!
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