"Secondly, as a Blue Star player, the completely different knowledge system in another world can also bring me great help."
"Third, as the fourth son of the Olivendi family, this identity was my strongest backing before the family was destroyed. If used properly, it can exert amazing energy!"
"Fourth, as a former seventh-level magister and royal scholar, even if he no longer has powerful magic and spiritual power, the most critical knowledge and experience are still there. This is also a priceless treasure!"
"Fifth, although the enemy is extremely powerful, it will not come in a short time. There are still decades to prepare."
Magister is not a professional level, but an honorary title that represents a scholar among mages.
Only those whose magical achievements in all sub-sects of the current school have reached a certain level can be awarded this title by the Imperial Royal Magic Association.
Magic is vast. Today, when the major magic schools are extremely developed, an ordinary spellcaster can only barely master the sub-sects he specializes in throughout his life.
Only those true geniuses can achieve the development of a certain school of thought.
After analyzing the five major advantages he possessed, Anvis' eyes calmed down again.
The problem is huge and there is no point in panicking.
If all the forces in the Yaer continent were classified into a hierarchy, then the three major empires would be undisputedly top-notch.
The Continental Magic Council can barely squeeze into this level with its floating city that can threaten multiple ninth levels.
If the Olivendi family were taken alone, they could only reach the level of first-class power.
Fortunately, he still has sufficient preparation time.
In my memory, not all of those foreign enemies were actually targeting the family, but the old aristocratic class represented by the four major families was too large and blocked everyone's way.
Like an ancient primeval forest, those dark towering trees block most sunlight, rain and nutrients.
If low trees want to grow, they must use a fire to completely burn the towering trees of the old nobles, and then absorb the rich nutrients left in the remaining embers before they can grow into new towering trees.
Thinking about it, Avis began to carefully analyze the new memories, looking for possible flaws.
Fortunately among the misfortunes, little Anvis's wish was just to restore the glory of the Olivendi family.
This means that he does not need to confront the new era head-on, he only needs to find a way to keep the Olivendi family in this wave.
Simply keeping the Olivendi family, he already had some vague plans based on the future development in his memory.
The only problem is that the last figure has surpassed the ninth level, but is not sure whether it has reached the legend. Anvis has been thinking about how to deal with it.
Just like the emergence of nuclear bombs that ended World War II, when a power beyond the ninth level appears, all strategies lose their meaning.
Or, use the power of the family to collect raw materials and use magic to build a 10-million-ton mass-energy conversion bomb?
But the other party is not stupid. As long as he teleports hundreds of kilometers away the moment he senses danger, he can completely avoid the killing radius and enjoy a spectacular fireworks.
Unless some method is used to interfere with his transmission, the opponent's strength has exceeded the ninth level limit, and ordinary space confinement may not be effective against him. Moreover, a nuclear explosion may not kill the opponent...
Anvis also thought about setting up a device similar to an anti-magic force field, but the principle of this force field to suppress magic is actually suppression and blocking.
In other words, according to the principle of equivalent exchange, if you want this force field to be effective, you must always pay an energy equal to the total amount of magic power present in the force field.
This is easy to understand. Just like if you want to blow up a balloon underwater, then when you blow it up, the balloon itself must always bear the pressure from the water.
The problem of the energy source can be easily solved, just use the element pool of the mage tower instead. The real problem lies in the material used to outline the formation pattern.
Among the materials Avis currently knows, none can bear energy output that exceeds the ninth level limit at all times.
The only good news is that the other party seems to have some special restrictions.
Otherwise, the Shenghui Holy See should have unified the continent long ago, instead of just appearing once.
After thinking for a while, Anvis, who gained nothing, raised his head and looked to the side of the reading area.
There is a gorgeous grandfather clock, an antique from the ancient Magic Empire.
On the dark silver dial, the engraved black hands rotate at a constant speed, and there is a faint but continuous sound of components running.
"Already a magic hour?"
After being startled for a moment, Anvis was about to stand up.
At this time, he suddenly felt a weak and attractive magical atmosphere coming from a certain direction in the library.
There seemed to be something familiar to him, calling him from that location.
Because he was distracted by the new memory, Anvis didn't notice the existence of this breath at all.
But when he calmed down, this strange call immediately attracted his attention like a black mole on his fair skin.
Feeling the source of the breath with some confusion, there was a cold and weird feedback in the spirit, but it also had a sense of intimacy.
"This feeling...is somewhat similar to that mysterious energy, but there are some differences."
Anvis' face was slightly condensed, and a hint of surprise flashed deep in his blue eyes.
There is no such experience in the memory of his previous life. In other words, his time travel caused some special changes!
"Before, I would read the books here every day, but nothing unusual happened. But today I can clearly feel this breath. There are only two possibilities."
"First, the library has added new books. Second, this is related to my changes in the last day."
Anvis took out a silver metal nameplate, called up the library list, and checked it carefully.
“There is no record of new books entering the magic circle in the library, so the first possibility is ruled out.
The only two major changes in my body are that I gained complete memories of my past life and absorbed all the strange energy. "
For some reason, Anvis instinctively sensed a strong aura of arrangement from this series of events.
Is this also the effect of wishing?
Thinking about it, Anvis closed his eyes and carefully felt the direction of the calling, and slowly walked over.
He did not relax because of this. Little Anvis's wish was to restore the glory of the Olivendi family, not to ensure that he would live forever.
After passing many rows of bookshelves that exuded an ancient atmosphere, Anvis stopped.
The bookshelf in front of you is in the poetry collection section at the bottom of the library. What is placed on it are original exquisite ancient books that have been collected by family members from various generations and have extremely high artistic and collection value.
At this moment, his eyes slowly swept over the many ancient books, and finally focused on a large tome with a dark green spine.
"It seems to be it, the source of the breath."
Anvis stared at the book quietly, and the silver metal plate around his waist shone slightly.
The invisible magic turned into a subtle spell effect, and the book automatically pulled itself out of the bookshelf and fell into his hands.
As soon as he picked up the book, an extremely unpleasant, cold, slippery touch like a soft-bodied creature came from his hand, making Anvis frown.
He returned to his accustomed position, carefully studying the heavy book in his hand under the soft light of the magic crystal chandelier.
It was an ancient tome about ten inches long, eight inches wide, and two inches thick. The cover is made of a dark green material that resembles biological skin, with weird lines on it.
The corners and part of the spine are bound by an unknown metal with a dull luster. A wide buckle, also made of dark green leather and dull metal, securely fastens the front cover and the back cover together, like some kind of seal.
Two lines of pale silver High Elf words are written in the center of the cover. The author used an ancient fancy font, adding a touch of elegance to this thick book filled with an ominous atmosphere.
There is a sun pattern engraved on the back cover of the book. A light silver textured solid circle is surrounded by a circle of cone-shaped sunlight of different lengths.
When staring at it, Avis could even feel a faint feeling of warmth.
"Hill's Poem?"
