The man finally took action. As soon as he reached out his hand, Yin Ben Xina immediately stopped all attacks and turned all elements into a strong earth wall to protect him in front of him!
However, the incantation uttered from the man's mouth was still not an attack magic.
"Reverse curse - turning sand into fire."
Yin Ben Xina was startled. In the attack on the man just now, he had already seen various counter-curses, and each time his magic was perfectly offset. But this time, he didn't use the magic of turning fire into sand at all. He didn't know why the man wanted to use this counter-spell.
However, this spell did work, and a small half of the sand in the valley turned into fire in an instant.
Seeing this scene, Yin Ben Xina finally realized the target of the spell, and he immediately shouted angrily: "Stop making trouble, turn fire into sand!
Yin Ben Xina completely gave up the barrier in front of him and used all his power on the magic of turning fire into sand. But the effect is still like a mantis trying to use a chariot. Those flames were not hindered by Yin Ben Xina at all. What was surprising was that once the sand turned into raging fire, it seemed as if it had life, gathering together from all directions. They gradually evolved into human shapes in the air, and then gradually transformed from fire back into human bodies. Not long after, a person suddenly fell from the sky and fell to the ground in a daze.
Ella looked at all this and almost cried with excitement: "Amy..."
After a brief moment of surprise, Yin Ben Xina laughed ferociously again;
"Still wasting your energy on doing this kind of thing? I conclude that the violent wind exists here!"
The terrible storm rolled up the remaining sand in the valley. Yin Benxina stood in the center of the storm and picked up a few grains of yellow sand with his hands.
"I admit that my attainments in elemental magic are far inferior to yours. But since it is summoned by the spirit summoning technique, it will suffer a certain amount of physical damage. How about this move - because the viscosity of the medium is zero, Thus having infinite speed of sand!”
"Argument, force is not the cause of motion of objects."
The man imitated Ella's example and stretched his hand forward, effortlessly grabbing the few grains of sand that flew towards him.
Although Ella had done the same thing just now, the impact of this man's words and deeds on Yin Ben Xina's psychology was obviously much stronger. "Argument?" His face was red with a hint of darkness, "You actually used 'argument' on Aristotle's theory of motion, the founder of the Xiaoyao School???"
"Why not?" The man threw down the sand in his hand, "I have said it long ago: 'I love my teacher, and I love the truth even more.'"
"I told you before? Who? You?" Yin Ben Xina's eyes widened, "Who are you?"
"I seem to have heard my sister say something about the god enshrined in the temple." Drague murmured on the icicle, "His teacher's wise eyes were focused on the sky. But he shook his head and turned his gaze away. Thrown to the earth.”
Ella understood the meaning of Drague's words: "Are you... Aristotle?"
"Aristotle?" Yin Ben Xina shouted in disbelief, "Does a wise man like you actually want to resist the only, almighty God?"
"God is an immovable mover; God is pure form; God is pure thought. I don't understand what it means to resist God. Does your god actually have a personality?" There is a sense of majesty in Aristotle's words. , "I just want to ask you, Yin Ben Xina, since you claim to be a disciple of my Xiaoyao School, why did you not explore the reason at all after seeing the sand being easily blocked by this girl?"
The arrogance written on Yin Ben Xina's face disappeared for a brief moment. Obviously, the fact that the spirit himself was Aristotle, the founder of the Xiaoyao School, had a huge impact on him. But soon, he started laughing again.
"Aristotle, I consider myself no match for you. I'm sorry, but I'm going to retreat."
"Now that you know the truth, do you think you can go back alive?"
Aristotle pressed his hand towards Yin Ben Xina, and a huge burst of magic power instantly penetrated the stone wall in front of Yin Ben Xina. But before his magic power could touch Yin Ben Xina, Yin Ben Xina's body fell to the ground on its own. After a while, the panicked Avicenna climbed up again. He glanced around helplessly, then rolled and crawled away towards the seaside.
Aristotle sighed and took his hand back.
"Aristotle..." Ella asked with difficulty while lying on the ground, "That body is also a villain. Why not kill him?"
"Kill an apostle, and a new apostle will appear; kill a priest, and a new priest will appear. Since I can't get rid of Yin Ben Xina who knows the truth, there is no need to waste my magic power. ——The lie was finally exposed.”
"I'm sorry...if it wasn't to protect me..."
"Even if Yin Ben Xina doesn't come, my strength won't last long."
Aristotle turned slowly. Ella was surprised to see that at some point, veins like rattan had popped up on his face. His neck was already covered with branches as thick as a bowl. The branches were entangled with thorns, and blood-like roses bloomed on them.
This reminded Ella of the strange tree at the place where the Son of God was buried.
"Once the power stored in the 'Philosopher's Vessel' is exhausted, I will consume my spiritual body to perform magic. And when the power that makes up my spiritual body is exhausted, even if it takes tens of thousands of years, I may not be able to recover. This is very important to me. The same goes for the young man who claims to be the Son of God - Longinus has almost destroyed his spiritual body. However, with the support of a large number of believers, he is recovering his strength at a speed that ordinary spiritual bodies cannot match. Thousands of years are enough for him."
"You mean...the Son of God will be resurrected?"
"The premise is that he has to find a suitable body - but before that, the apostles who know the truth about the 'curse' are probably already eager to try it."
Aristotle struggled to tear apart the branches around his neck, staggered to Ella, squatted down, and said:
"Listen, I am not here to protect the Qiqiu Empire, but to protect the truth in the world. It is not my mistake to save you, because I have decided to leave the future to you."
"Listen, I can see that crown on your head. It's the crown of mathematics. It belonged to Archimedes. I also have a crown here. That's the crown of everything. You're not qualified to wear it now. — but I look forward to crowning you.”
"Listen, you are still far from being the apostle's opponent. But I believe you will be able to defeat them - even though what you are doing now is just catching a grain of sand."
"Listen, no magic that surrenders to the gods can defeat your enemy. In order to defeat him, you can only learn the art of returning to unity."
"Listen, although time is tight, don't be in a hurry. Go on your own path. Before that, I will try my best to stop the Tianfang Empire's actions."
Ella listened to all this in confusion.
"Aristotle..." she asked, "you know magic. Could it be that you have also felt powerless? Do you also believe in some god?"
Aristotle shook his head.
"I know all the things of my time and have never been afraid. As for the gods - Logos is my god, Logos is my Lord."
