The violent explosion shocked the entire Tower of Babel.
The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered, and the magic barrier dissolved. Master Descartes pushed out with his palm, and the thick clouds covering the Tower of Babel rolled away, tearing at least a quarter of it apart.
The next moment, an angry female voice rose high in the thick clouds on the other side:
"Dekal! Well, why are you removing the mystery lock?!"
Amidst the questioning, a man jumped up and faced Master Descartes far away, standing in the air. Inside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a group of magicians only glanced at each other and then hurriedly lowered their heads:
Standing in the void outside the window is a girl with a petite figure and an appearance as delicate as a doll. She wears a flower-leaf crown on her head, and three gems emit thousands of silver lights in her hair, making her silver-gray eyes even more dazzling.
On the neck, wrists, and nails, there are countless rays of colored light gently exhaling, echoing the light flowing from the Babel Tower.
The dark blue skirt of the girl is billowing high, hanging in the void, motionless in the strong wind and clouds. What flows on the skirt is not jewelry and embroidery, but countless looming and constantly brightening and extinguishing incantations, which makes people feel far away.
Just looking at it from a distance makes me dizzy.
"Ms. Helena." Led by Carlisle, a group of mages who had not advanced to the 15th level, let alone touched the edge of legend, neatly saluted and greeted the visitors. Even the paralyzed Vincent Master was making friends.
He managed to lower his head despite the support:
The girl in front of me looks like a girl, but she has actually been involved in the legend for many years. She is the number one person in the school of conjuration and the host of the Igor Mystery. It really pisses her off. Even a legendary mage will fall into the Mystery.
A few somersaults.
So she raised her voice to question, but none of the lower-level mages present dared to say anything. Only the legendary mage Dikal flew out of the tower, apologetically, and smiled bitterly at her:
"Helena, I'm looking for you. Please send a message and ask all the legendary mages in Nevis to come over to discuss the matter - we are in trouble, Helena, we are in big trouble."
Helena glared at him. Seeing that Dikar's expression was sincere and a little embarrassed, her anger gradually softened. The silvery gray in her eyes also quietly faded, turning into lavender, and the purple became darker bit by bit:
"Shout everyone nearby? Are there not enough people on duty at Babel Tower?"
"It's really not enough."
Seeing that the silver glow in Helena's eyes faded, Master Deckard also breathed a sigh of relief. The conscience of heaven and earth, although he is also a legendary mage and is one level higher than Helena in terms of mage level, but the other person is responsible for maintaining the entire Mystery Lock——
If there was a real fight, although he would not be defeated, he would inevitably be disgraced.
He activated the force field, took two steps in the void, and saluted and apologized seriously again:
"I'm sorry, Helena, I didn't mean to cause trouble for you. I really encountered an accident just now. If I hadn't vented that power, I would have been injured."
"Someone harmed you?"
Helena's brows furrowed slightly and her eyes dimmed again. Deskard quickly shook his head:
"No, no. If this matter is not handled well, it will be a big trouble. If it is handled well, it may turn into a good thing - well, you will know after you send the letter and come to my office to take a look!"
Helena snorted softly. She stretched out her hands and her fingers danced in a dizzying manner. Thick clouds silently came from outside the tower, shrouding the Tower of Babel again. Then she flicked her fingertips outward, and seven or eight streams of light came from
The kodan flew out, submerged into the clouds, and disappeared.
The light of the teleportation array came on and off. Half an hour later, in the oval meeting hall on the 155th floor of the Babel Tower, the legendary mages were sitting around the table. Everyone had a paper spread out in front of them, their faces solemn.
"Has it been verified?"
The rotating mage from the School of Change was the first to ask the question. He was called out from the workshop by his disciples. There was a lot of crystal powder and mithril threads stuck between his fingernails and on the coat of the magic rhinoceros leather. Deskard nodded heavily:
"It has indeed been verified. I watched the experiment conducted by Vincent himself and almost - my meditation world collapsed."
"Oh!" The legendary mages present were shocked. Next to Helena, another white-robed mage glanced at Dikal with concern, and made a hand gesture with a medical spell:
"You are hurt?"
"I don't have one." Deskard gently pushed up his monocle. The slender mithril chain hung from the edge of the glasses and flashed silently on the side of his face. The legendary mage's face was dark:
"But Vincent suffered a heavy blow. I'm afraid the position on the review committee will have to be replaced in advance."
There were sighs one after another. Opposite Descarte, an old woman wrapped in black gauze turned the crystal ball. Suddenly her whole body trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted straight onto the ball.
"Mrs. Endor!" On the left and right, the two mages of the Charm Control Department and the Protection Department turned their heads at the same time. The old woman gasped and waved her hand:
"I'm fine. I just deduced the process of the experiment..."
In the corner, a female magician who was serving as a waiter walked forward quickly. The Endor woman refused her service, took out a silk handkerchief, carefully wiped off the blood, and put the crystal ball into her sleeve.
Descartes had been paying attention to the old woman's every move. It wasn't until she took back the crystal ball that she asked slowly:
"What did you see?"
"There is no problem with the experimental results." The old woman stretched out her wrinkled fingers and moved inch by inch on the paper. She turned over one page, then another, and finally, on the last few lines of the text, she left half a
Bloody fingerprints:
"Here... I saw something terrible... something that could subvert the Magic Council..."
Everyone followed her and turned the pages of the paper. On the last page, based on the introduction, experiments and inferences in the previous article, the author of the paper left a piece of arrogant advice:
"Based on the phlogiston theory, only vague elements can be derived. It is very uncertain and can therefore be used to explain various things arbitrarily.
If we start from the phlogiston theory and believe that elements are the simplest components of matter, then it may be difficult for us to determine what an element is at present;
If, on the contrary, we associate elements with the concept of the ultimate limit reached by current chemical analysis, then all substances that cannot be decomposed by any method now are considered elements to us." (Click to see the author.)
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There was silence. The evocation system, the transformation system, the conjuration system, the protection system - magicians of every school, or in other words, every magician comes into contact with the world of the four elements when they step into the door of magic;
Later, wind gave birth to thunder and lightning, and water gave birth to ice...
However, what exactly are elements? What is the original beginning, the eternal and unchangeable thing that forms the basis of this world?
The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the oval conference room. Finally, Master Descartes slapped the table and stood up:
"What's so scary! If you're not sure, then go test it! Go prove it! If you're wrong, overturn it! When the phlogiston theory overturned the fire elf theory, and when the fire elf theory overturned the divine gift theory, didn't we all walk through it like this?
Yet!"
A bolt of electric light jumped from his monocle. With a tingling sound, it jumped from the lens to the crystal lamp in the center of the conference room, and then jumped from the crystal lamp to the silver rods lighting the four walls. The steady light in the conference room
The lighting suddenly became flickering, like a haunted house.
Helena coughed, raised her hand and tapped the table, introducing the electric light into the wall, decomposing it and disappearing. The legendary mage of the protection department said leisurely:
"But this - the loss will be huge."
The road to overturning existing theories is never easy. New theories conflict with the meditation environment, and many people will be killed or injured. Even legendary mages will inevitably be killed or injured. The battle against the Glorious God Religion, the relationship with allies, and the development of different spaces are all a matter of course.
Everything needs to be adjusted.
"That's why I asked you to come." Dikal replied proudly. "We must arrange the manpower for rotation, pay attention to blocking the information, verify the successful parts, and disclose them to the public bit by bit - otherwise, what do you want us to do? I hope the judges will meet those little
Guy?"
The legendary mages all nodded. Helena suddenly closed her paper, raised her chin, and smiled half-heartedly:
"By the way, what should I do with this little guy named Gretel? Leave him outside? When will he throw out a paper and blow up a few heads?"
The fiery gaze was focused instantly. The white-robed priest from the conjuration department pressed the table and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Mrs. Endor. The old woman covered her lips with a bloody silk handkerchief and coughed so hard that she couldn't raise her head:
"We...cough cough cough...we..."
The white-robed mage immediately stopped and muttered a spell, and a soft rain of light fell on the old woman. Mrs. Endor's expression gradually softened, but her eyes suddenly turned dark. The legendary mage of Black Crow Swamp directly floated up.
Cut, under the empty black robe, the skull's eyes glowed with red light, and the mandibles collided:
"us--"
"He belongs to us!" Descartes couldn't help but interrupted loudly. In the monocle, the bright electric light flashed back and forth, almost shooting out of the frame:
"Send his paper directly to me. If he causes any trouble, we at Thunder Horn will deal with it!"