Realizing that his mind was lost in it, Edward forced himself to withdraw his gaze, and although he was forced to turn his head, he was still a little reluctant.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt you, it just represents a right."
A voice, or a consciousness, sounded in his mind, and then the darkness retreated, showing the void that followed, and gradually becoming clear, gradually emerged from the gloomy darkness, and formed into blond hair
A layer of golden light flashed on his eyes and even his skin. He jumped down from the air, as if he had passed through the space, standing in front of Edward in the twisted ripples. His slender body was covered with a layer of exquisite metal.
The armor and complex patterns made him look like a sculpture - just like the first time he met him.
But now, when he looked at Edward, he no longer looked condescending, but was calm, and even his expression was no longer stiff: "Congratulations." The former king of the Golden Elf said softly.
Any congratulations?
Edward's eyes stayed on him for a moment, and found that the strange feeling had disappeared at one time, or in other words, this space no longer felt a sense of rejection towards him.
"Today, Your Majesty, don't you want to say that this is going to become my topic?" He paused, and found that he didn't know how to speak.
"There is no longer necessary..." The former king of the Golden Elf seemed to be smiling, but also sighed: "Being able to come here means that you have gained the recognition of the royal power and become its true user. Therefore,
, You will also truly become the master of this spiritual world."
In other words, you have become us.
Edward frowned and read the message from the other person's smile.
Now he is truly acknowledged... But in his memory, he agreed by himself, but it was much earlier. Although at that time, he was indeed in a state of no choice.
"I have told you a long time ago that what is really tempting you is your own desire for power. Without this desire, we will not appear, and even the royal power will not appear before you." The golden elf replied
: "Therefore, only your ** can be recognized by it."
So now, I'm really trapped in the hub, right?
"You can own your space and build your own spiritual realm. You can practice communication with the Magic Net here, which can be enhanced ten times a hundred times. The sensing of the Magic Net."
The golden elf smiled slightly and quietly ignored the dissatisfaction in the mind warrior's mind. Here. His communication with Edward did not require words, nor did he observe any words: "You will also find that time here is for
You don’t have much meaning, or your thinking will run at a speed of more than ten times the time, thus extending your life to the greatest extent.”
"Wait a minute, Communication Magic Net? Are you talking about the power of spell casting?" Edward's eyes lit up sharply from the other party's explanation.
"Yes, gaining the power of a mage is like a real spellcaster," the golden elf nodded and said, "I thought you had already realized some of the power of the king's power, at least you knew that as long as you hold it, you must be
A spellcaster.”
Necessarily...that is, will anyone get the power of the caster when they get it?
"The holder of the royal power is always a magic net caster," explained the Golden Elf. "No matter what you were good at, you will gain the power of the corresponding caster. For example, now you can be a real one.
The real name caster, oh, in your time, would he call him a high-level mage? Well, this name, I have to say, is somewhat subtle... stupid, there is never any advanced or low-level division between casters,
Some are just differences between time and wisdom.”
So...is it...
Edward nodded, but a little frustrated flashed through his heart.
Yes, he is a spellcaster.
Although because of the existence of the psychic power, he did not pay too much attention to magic betting, and even the convenience of psychic power made him lazy to recite and study those weird symbols and materials, or weird syllables and actions...
...But now, he can at least communicate with the magic net of the Three Rings, and he is also considered a formal mage.
Before this, he had always thought for granted that it was the reason why the increase in the sensitivity of his mental ability to his sense of power, which made his worse casting talent improve some. But if we follow this explanation... talent is really
It cannot be made up for it with a little effort.
"By relying on the power of the royal power, I was once the strongest spellcaster in my time, but in fact I was just a general of His Majesty Corellon. So you don't need to worry about whether you are adapting to the power of the spellcaster,
As long as you use the rules here, you will soon have that power. I will become an arcane spellcaster, but I have only practiced here for less than a year." The golden elf said, but then he pondered again:
"But at that time, the power of the royal family was much more perfect than it is now. Therefore, there may be differences in the effect. I don't know how much it is."
Edward narrowed his eyes and his eyes fell on the complex luster.
Then, he reached out his hand.
"This is the world of spirit, everything exists depends on your thoughts, just like the battle you had before, with Incab Guillos, connecting your spirit with the core of the kingship, and calling you
You can build here what you have seen or even never seen before..."
The golden elf said, ready to guide the new master of the artifact, but before his voice had fallen, countless things extended from his position toward the surroundings.
The reddish-brown printed eggplant hardwood floor covers the floor of the room, and the pure wool handmade carpet on it is extremely thick; a set of soft and friendly sofas are placed in the center of the room, and the height is just right for those sitting on it to feel
The warmth emitted by the electric heating air beside it, and on the small table on the other side, a group of speakers, light and pleasant waltz tunes, coffee tables, cabinets, bookcases, and desks appeared in their respective appropriate locations, and then
It is a white wall. A group of paintings of different shapes were hung, from Leonardo da Vinci, Rembrandt, Monet to
"It seems a bit rich... Forget it, just like that."
The creator of all this turned his sight and found that he did not seem to have the talent for decoration. However, at least, he used to fool an ancient man who was over 20,000 years old but had just arrived in medieval technology. All this is enough - the Golden Elf
My eyes stayed on the simple patterns for a while before turning to those canvases. But I was attracted by the unique beauty of the hazy smoke in "Sunrise? Impression".
"I believe you have fully understood the power of the royal power. So, can you give me some advice? And Pan Duorion releases. What do you think he will do?"
Comfortably leaning down on the wide and soft sofa, the psychic warlock spoke. Pulling the consciousness of the golden elf back from the study of stereo images, but signaling the other person to sit on the sofa, the leather surface was amazing
The softness still surprised the elf king with a cold expression.
"I don't know what the so-called Panduroyen is, because I am not the caster of this staff."
The golden elf shook his head. But the answer made Edward frown: "What I know is that the king controls the entire universe, some ultimate rule, the purpose of his casting is to manipulate this origin.
The power of the world, and he did it. He could almost establish an ultimate order."
“What order?”
"For the magic net, the absolute control of the gods."
"I have tried the magic net, but what is that when it comes to the manipulation of the gods?"
"If you accurately express the rules I know, then with the power of this world king... that is, the staff called the warlock king, you can connect, change, twist the magic net, and isolate a god from the entire world
The connection. This is the greatest significance of its casting." The golden elf explained: "And depending on the changes in the rules you say you want to make... Every time you call the scepter, it will affect one, or even more
A god, who will be completely exiled from the user's world. His power will be used by you."
"Have you tried it?"
“I used it to erase the existence of six ancient gods.”
The indifferent response made Edward's heart slightly move, and the trembling picture of the battle formation appeared in his consciousness again.
Memories of the ancient battlefield.
Darkness overflows like water, from the air to the ground, outlines the heart-pounding deep shadows, and the huge figure is pale and transparent, with a translucent appearance as blurred as light, and burning in the dark eye sockets
The blue flame, in the pale and blurred light, the huge white skeleton spread across the sky, and the flames of the undead were lit in the huge chest cavity. When they passed through the battlefield, only flesh and blood were left like thick slurry, which put the ground on
The soil was rendered dark red. In the face of these extremely powerful creatures, the attackers' hearts were shattered and their wills were broken and broken.
"Is the Frost Dragon Legion? That's just a helpless move. After all, some of my actions at that time were not recognized by the metal dragons, and as a golden elf, it was impossible for me to communicate with the Five-Colored Dragon Clan.
Obviously, for the former king of the Golden Elf, this was a pleasant past - at this moment, the Golden Elf's cold face seemed to have a small smile: "That's not very difficult, but,
It takes a lot of time to prepare, and, according to your understanding, in this era, the dragon clan has left the earth, and it will not be as easy as it was when we were."
"In other words, you can...you still master the method of making those things?" Edward asked, noting that his voice was slightly dumb.
Frost Dragon, the premise of the catastrophe... If it can be reproduced, let alone the lethality, just visual effects will be extremely excellent, right?
"Ah, yes, that's not a difficult job, it's just some special undead. As long as you can communicate with the core of the magic network, you can easily do it. All that's missing is the corpses and souls of the dragon clan.
There are some magical materials that you cherish more, such as pure tomb jade. Well, you call it smoke crystal?"
Yes, one or two undead dragons seem to be unable to be called the power of what power—when the opponent is the god who is best at manipulating pure energy, Edward shook his head and suppressed the boring and showing off his heart: "You and those virtues
Ruys, what is the connection? One of them seems to worship you as a god?"
"In my legion, there are indeed some friends of the Friends of Nature, but they have almost been damaged in that battle. I don't remember how much there is to stay... and tens of thousands of years have passed,
I don't know what they are pursuing, but what they have become." The Golden Elf's answer this time was very straightforward:
"Let's go back to our previous topic. For the royal family, this is just a little bit... I think I have told you that the greatest power of this staff is for the magic net, you can change the entire universe as you wish.
The power of the origin can change almost every law in the entire multiverse. Let them use it for you. What they control can also be controlled by you."
“It’s really incredible.”
Yes. Unbelievable. Edward didn't know much about the rules of songs in this multiverse, but he also understood how complicated it was. How could an object have that ability?
"Cutting off the connection of the demon net will make all believers unable to sense communication with God, and naturally it will isolate the power of God. You can even replace it in a short time."
"The mage casts spells to connect to the magic net with his own mental power and twist and shape the corresponding shapes. Then use actions, spell casting materials and spells as starting methods to exchange for the magic net's recovery and release the energy in it. And the magic Technique
Those who can omit this step, or in other words, the gods are like intermediaries at this point, and the rewards they receive are the faith of believers by transferring the steps that save the casters from trouble.
"You mean that the gods obtain the power of faith and pass through the magic net?"
"Or yes, or no, I'm not a spellcaster or a servant of a deity, so I don't know the connection."
"No need to be surprised, you should be clear that I am not the real Hilo. The real Hilo has long disappeared from history. I am just a part of him, a fragment of memory and personality, and consciousness remains in the royal power.
It's just the information below. My knowledge comes from the inheritance of magic power, and this is what I say in my memory.
"But I remember you once told me that the existence of gaining royal power can become eternal?" Edward sneered.
"Of course, just like Yingkebuguros, but I didn't choose to do that." The former king of the Golden Elf remained silent, and seemed to completely ignore the sarcasm of the psychic warlock: "However, it can also be said that in this world, it can be said that
There is never the so-called true eternity. Everything will only exist in change. Whether it is me, you, or the world, and this multiverse..."
Yes, that should have been.
Edward fell silent.
"Are you... afraid of death?" The former Elf King raised his head and pointed it out quietly.
"I have been afraid of death." The psychic smirk laughed sarcastically: "It should be said that the fear of death is the instinct of being born into humans, no, biological beings. But fear does not mean that you will retreat. Since escaping cannot solve the problem,
Then winning the battle becomes the only choice." Shaking his head, he raised his gaze and met the golden eyes of the golden elf, "You said that this world will not give you too much extra...
You can escape once or twice, but without strength, you can only wait to be destroyed in the end, and everything about you will be destroyed meaninglessly."
"No," the golden elf nodded in approval:
"I have told you, but now I will say it again. Don't look too high at the gods. If it was the beginning of the world, those ancient gods who participated in the creation of the world could still deserve this praise, but now
These... they are just the remains of gods, slaves of laws, gods... the insects attached to some rules, they are content and think they control everything, but when the real user appears, they are just some
Annoying existences can make them disappear with just a little effort.”
The former king of the Golden Elf reminded:
A deep chill passed by Edward's heart.
Because he now knew that the earliest holder of the royal power was also a slave. Unconsciously, he served the existence of this staff, served Pan Duorion, and was enemies of the gods.
He probably will never know that he will destroy the gods and absorb divine powers. When he untie the seal of this staff and the monsters who are free from the bondage will appear in this multiverse.
Or, he knew very clearly, just thought I didn’t know? (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!