Salorian's reception room was in the towering tower of Tuyon Castle. If the demigod's mage tower in Homemonworth can be called elegant and decent, this dark black building in Tuyon Valley is an unabashed fortress.
Griffith followed the owner of the fortress and walked up the spiral stairs to the upper level. Along the way, he could see the mithril threads and magic lines arranged in the gaps in the walls. Psychic energy is drawn up from the ley lines and transported to the top of the fortress. Only there can it truly be called the Mage Tower.
From time to time, a ball of sparks is ejected from the ground towards the sky. Loud noises and waves of heat burst out of tunnels and caves, echoing deep within Fort Tuyang. Griffith heard it more truly.
He heard the hoarse and monotonous roar of steam, the creaking of buckets and levers, and the intermittent sharp pull of the winch.
A giant beast lurks underground in Tuyang Castle, greedily devouring metal, wood and coal, spitting out flames made of fine steel. This flame is no different from the one in Qiming County, and sooner or later it will burn throughout the entire world.
"It's interesting, isn't it?" Salorian, who was leading the way, said with a slight smile, "Verona's Tuyan Castle and Sebasto's Qiming County, two fortresses at opposite ends of the world, Roland called them 'The Two Towers'. Although he does not have a tower, the name "The Two Towers" is a bit vulgar, but I have to admit that it is not a bad idea."
Salorian is the most powerful spellcaster. However, his research focuses more on potion alchemy, and his territory does not have the coldness and silence that wizards like.
Griffith subconsciously grasped the sword at his waist. Whenever the stairs turned a corner on the first floor, he noticed the vague shadows in the room - they had the appearance of humans, but they were clearly more ferocious, ferocious, tall, familiar and full of blood. Following rumbling footsteps, a strong figure over two meters tall opened the door to the top floor.
A strong creature stood there armed to the teeth. It has the bronze skin of an orc, a well-proportioned and majestic figure, and traces of elves can be seen in its two pointed ears, but its face is extremely ferocious and ferocious, as if it has been soaked in anger and resentment for thousands of years. A pair of red eyes full of violence looked at Griffith, reminding him of the orc that had been burned into his memory a long time ago.
A member of the Arcane Council, a powerful demigod who drives such a chaotic and evil creation.
"Zulu, make a cup of tea for my guest," Salorian said gently in a sentence that made it impossible to relate to reality, and then said to Griffith, "My servant has grown up a bit, and his appearance is Something has changed. It runs this place while I'm away."
"..."
Griffith followed into the reception room and stared at the orc lord making tea with stiff and twisted movements. Several times, the tea almost spilled, and Griffith felt in his heart that these hands were more suitable for strangling prey with bowstrings.
“Neither faith nor strength alone can change the world.”
Salorian saw through Griffith's thoughts and said slowly:
"Our world is hidden in the shadows, like a dying patient. All the light that magic can give has been popularized by humans in the world. It is a dim light. Compared with the day, it is simply night.
"Magic has its limits.
"Just as you are using the power of the King of the Undead, I have also been looking for power beyond magic a long time ago. Fighting with holy light is no more noble than gunpowder, and holy swords and maces are no different."
Griffith lowered his eyes and glanced at his bone ring: "My mentor, in the next battle, I am going to destroy at least one Hand of God in Verona."
Aaron and Naira both come to Verona. After leaving the ruins of Anok city-state, they must have become stronger. If they capture Isius's power, they will gain access to a higher level of mystery.
In the magic general class, Griffith learned an ancient saying:
"Setbacks are temporary, and it is the dragon who ultimately determines the balance of victory."
"Dragon" here is a synonym for a concept, and it does not necessarily have to be dragon or Behemoth. As long as the mystery of the high position can be obtained, the victory or defeat of the ordinary world is no longer decisive.
Aaron, Naira, Commodus, Galadia, Erza, and Tarkin all have hidden mysteries behind them. Compared with them, Griffith is undoubtedly the one with the weakest mysterious power.
However, he also has his own methods.
The battle between seven people, now including Isius, fighting in Verona for the first time is almost a dream for Griffith.
Only here can his advantage be maximized; and if his enemies are not prepared in advance, or the forces behind them have not made up their minds, they will surely be hit unexpectedly by the war knights in the next battle. Extremely repressive.
However, there is not much time window left for Griffith. Isius has made contact with the rebels; the Hands and Chosen Ones will be aware of the problem at any time.
"Okay, very good." Salorian was very satisfied with Griffith's determination and praised him repeatedly. "Once you become the Hand of God, you must bear corresponding responsibilities and awareness. Those who cannot understand this are doomed to be destroyed. . Before you asked me to explore the secrets in the crystallization of the Odessa wizard's characteristics, I also promised to teach you the knowledge of peering into the void and chaos. Come on, I think you are ready. The piece of ordinary material you gave me before The crystallization of the extraordinary wizard Lunus happens to be here."
The Supreme Wizard pointed to a corner of the reception room, where a special observation instrument was installed. Griffith knew that this instrument could connect the extraordinary characteristics of the extraordinary wizard with the observer's line of sight and a star in the sky to decipher the mystery.
"The true meaning of knowledge lies in understanding the essence," Salorian said. "Come and see."
Griffith followed the instructions and began to examine the crystals placed on the instrument. The moment his eyes came into contact with the strange glimmer of light, a frantic beam of information rushed straight into his brain, almost knocking him to the ground. In the dark, he seemed to have glimpsed a trace of something that was passing by, astonishing, and beyond physical limits.
At the same time, Griffith gained some occult knowledge:
First, when there are only seven selected people left in the Sacrifice of the Chosen One, they will be upgraded to the Hand of God or a similar form of existence, and can start the final ritual of summoning miracles at any time.
Second, the power of the Hand of God can be captured. Whenever a Hand of God is defeated, some of its characteristics will be taken away by the victor, but other characteristics will flow to other Hands of God with suitable characteristics; Therefore, when the first Hand of God fell, the Rite of the Chosen One entered its final stage.
Third, even if it is the Hand of God, it is extremely dangerous to accommodate the characteristics of being lost in other ways, and may lead to madness and loss of control; therefore, the ritual of summoning a miracle is irreversible, and once it is started, the outcome must be determined as soon as possible, otherwise it will be destroyed. The chosen one will be swallowed by the out-of-control abyss.
Fourth, the Hand of God can sacrifice to the gods through specific rituals, pay the price, and receive support. Gifts from gods will be embodied as "artifacts", which contain the power to change the world.
Fifth, by assembling multiple "artifacts" and defeating the attributes captured by the hands of other gods, the winner can fuse "miracles" on the earth;
Sixth, "miracles" can break through the status of demigods and realize wishes.
Seventh, destroying the hands of other gods is not the only way to summon miracles. There are still relics left by many gods coming to the world. If we can collect extraordinary characteristics that meet the requirements in quality and quantity from them, we can get something close to a "miracle".
The above are the details about the Sacrifice of the Chosen One in the memory of Odessa wizard Prunus.
In addition, there is another clue——
Neferti von Kwaimansa is the most precious existence among the five sealed objects given by the thread of life in the virtual world. As long as the pact with her lasts, Naira von Kwaimantha is immortal.
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An ominous premonition haunts Griffith. He couldn't help but press his forehead to steady his mind.
Countless conspiracies were like cages, imprisoning him deeper and deeper.
He even had a feeling that no matter what he did next, the trap that had been laid was waiting for him. This is the layout of God, or the will of the world, which was already in operation before he came to this world, and has now reached its final stage.
All this is no different from his inability to prevent Krista's tragedy in Odessa.
Salorian waited for a while, waiting for Griffith to recover from the shock of the information before continuing:
"The Senate issued a crusade order - gather all forces to eliminate Isius first. He is an out-of-control fake, a stupid defective product, and seems to have infinite life, but in fact he is already on the verge of collapse.
"Letting him go will definitely bring great harm to the world. Before that, all hostilities should be stopped. For Beyelan, the rebels in Verona must not be given a chance to touch the miracle.
"Isius's power is chaotic and incomplete, but his psychic abilities and characteristics are considerable. The benefits that the chosen one who defeats him can gain are self-evident."
"As you command, Your Excellency," Griffith responded.
Salorian made a gesture and asked the knight to follow him:
"At the beginning of the year, the third estate and their supporters, those poor civilians, fought a battle with the Senate in Beyelan. If they were not concerned about the Dark Supreme behind them, the Senate and the Arcane Council would have captured them all over the world. , hanged from a street lamp.”
Oh, I know... These businessmen and factory owners are gathering around Roland, organizing an army to resist in the name of the Confederacy. Griffith listened carefully.
"Many senators believe that past mistakes can be forgiven and forgiven. After that incident, the nobles, wizards and the third estate all know how crazy it is to continue fighting," Salorian said, "But the dice have been cast. , how can we still stop?
"Their eyes are on Verona.
“The struggle between the Senate and the rebels determines what happens next.
"If the Senate is weakened in Verona, the Confederate army will take action. If the rebels are eliminated, the Senate will be free from worries and will definitely take action against the Confederacy.
"The Senate and the Arcane Council will definitely accept the troops that helped them win the battle, even if these troops are not much different from the troops of the Confederacy. As long as you fight under the flag of the Senate, you are theirs."
Griffith nodded and then asked:
"My mentor, which side will you support in the coming war?"
"I am a member of the Arcane Council and an old friend of Roland," Salorian said. "I do not take a position on the war between the two sides.
"My dear student, is someone trying to force me to express my opinion?"
"I don't think anyone would do that, mentor," Griffith said.
"I think so too," the demigod nodded and smiled, "They don't dare."
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