"Your purpose should be resurrection, right? What does it have to do with the magic net?"
Leylin looked at the sliver of will in the eighth-level existence in front of him, and asked calmly.
"The magic net is divided into three layers in total. The outermost magic net is the magic channel for mages, the inner magic net is the power and belief network of the gods, and the final core is the final seal, the seal of the gods. The place of our Lord's will is also the greatest obstacle to our resurrection... "
The twisted shadow emitted a mental wave.
"Core seal? Fragment of will? It turns out that the core of the magic net is actually this..."
Leylin's pupils shrank slightly, "In this case, I'm afraid there are more wills of 'existence' sealed inside..."
…
Boom!
I don't know how long it took, the twisted shadow automatically dispersed, and the previous animal skin scroll disappeared without a trace.
After all, it's just a dead will, and it can't last long after it's revealed.
The blockade of the Floating Void City was released, and Leylin revealed a thoughtful expression: "Resurrection? Things seem to be getting worse..."
Up to now, he feels as if he has come into contact with the deepest secrets of the Twilight War of the ancient gods!
According to the rumors in the world of wizards, the world of the gods buried many powerful wizards of the ancient rules one after another, which greatly damaged the power of the wizards and had to withdraw from the world of the gods.
However, even those gods with the seventh-level rules may be resurrected after their fall, let alone the ancient wizards with rules.
Especially the existence of the eighth level and the eighth limit, they have begun to try to contain the power of the law of time and space with their own power. Even if the real body falls, the true spirit can still sleep in the long river of time and space, waiting for the chance of resurrection in the dark, and even leave Put down your own many wills and ideas to arrange backhands and the like.
In the world of the gods, which is the battlefield of the war, this kind of thing is even more obvious.
Therefore, the gods teamed up to set up the magic net, using the power of the whole world, to seal all the wills that the fallen wizards could collect in the deepest part of the magic net, and set up the magic net goddess as the prison guard.
However, even though the gods have tried their best to search the entire world, there are still fish that slip through the net, and the twisted shadow is the biggest one.
And now, through an unknown tens of thousands of years of planning, Twisted Shadow finally found the most suitable wizard to break the situation, that is, Leylin who used the reincarnation technique from another world to reach the world of the gods!
As long as he casts [Incarnation of Karthus], the goddess of the magic net will fall instantly, and using the short-term authority of the magic net, Leylin can tear up the seals of the gods and release the will of those ancient rules!
"The ancients fell here, and still have the will to survive. Those who are waiting for the chance of resurrection are at least the rule wizards above the seventh level..."
Leylin touched his chin, and imagined that scene very loudly.
"Even if they are a group of dead people, they don't have much power, but the wizard's weirdness is beyond the imagination of the gods. I'm afraid they can recover most of their strength or even be completely resurrected in a short period of time. At that time, it will directly be the reappearance of the battle of the end of ancient times." it's..."
"The other party's plan is well established, and it seems that it is not just a dark hand in Floating Void City..."
The corner of Leylin's mouth curled into a smile: "Unfortunately... it met me..."
Originally, according to the regular power of the Distorted Shadow, it could rely on the will and energy residing on the animal skin scroll to secretly exert its distorted power, causing Leylin to walk on the path it made unconsciously.
It's a pity that even the ancient eighth-level extreme wizard—Twisted Shadow would not know that Leylin has a chip, and the body has reached a weird and unpredictable state, and can directly discover its influence, and even repel it. He firmly grasped the initiative in his own hands.
Now, it is in Leylin's hands whether to start the final battle again and release the key to the will of many rules!
The body of the Twisted Shadow has already fallen, and most of its will has been sealed in the core of the magic net. Facing this situation, Leylin can only resort to equal-value transactions and lures.
It's a pity that the current Leylin doesn't want to release the will of those rules at all.
"It's too weak... Now, even my body is only half a level-7 warlock. In terms of actual combat power, it is at most comparable to a level-7 rule wizard. I have trouble even escaping from a level-8 existence, let alone those who are at the limit of level 8." it's..."
Leylin's perception of himself was still very obvious.
But now, the entire world of the gods is his playground, why should it be distributed to others
What's more, this method of slaying the fish and breaking the net will definitely cause the gods to fight back desperately, and Leylin is not as good as this.
"However... if you keep holding on, it's hard to keep those ancient wizards from jumping over the wall, so I hope to give one..."
Leylin's eyes rolled, and he vaguely had a plan. Moreover, holding this [Avatar of Karthus] in his hands is also an important deterrent, which means that he has the strength to turn the table at any time!
Even if their identities are discovered or leaked, they will be separated at worst. Facing this kind of threat, the gods are probably more afraid of them.
"However, this is only a plan for the worst case... Now, I still have to focus on conferring gods..."
Leylin thought to himself, he now has a clear understanding of his own path, although he is still a half-seventh-level magician in terms of energy level, as long as he can successfully enshrine the gods and lead his own body to descend, he will definitely succeed. Take it to a whole new level.
"I am now, that is, the theoretical foundation is complete, and I am just waiting for the final energy injection?"
Leylin sighed: "It seems that the Northland has to go, and the spread of the faith and the preparation of the pastor are imminent..."
Seeking to become a god with the body of [Legend], without the help of any gods, Leylin's actions can be called crazy.
However, after owning [City of Shadows], Leylin has the confidence!
The combination of the great arcanist and the floating city, even the true gods must tremble! ! !
"The situation is urgent now, there is no need to go back to the open sea, just go to the Northland..." Leylin's eyes flashed, and he sent out several orders directly.
In the midst of the turbulent flow of the void, the City of Shadows roared suddenly, cutting through the wind and waves like a giant ship of 10,000 tons on the ocean, pushing the turbulent flow of elements away, and moving slowly and quickly in a certain direction.
…
Northland, on the edge of the Sapu Valley.
A group of aristocratic cavalry bearing the flag of the Viscount was galloping slowly on the road, guarding a noble couple firmly in the center.
There are two green ridges of wheat fields on the side of the road. At this time, thick ears of wheat have already been pulled out. The farmer's hands full of calluses are stroking the ears of wheat affectionately, as if he is looking at his lover, and his face is full of expectations for a good harvest. joy.
For these original Northland refugees, the current life is very hard-won.
Just to survive the orc disaster three years ago, you need the protection of the goddess of luck, and there are very few people who can come to the human territory alive. The orc chasing soldiers slashed and killed wantonly, and even became food!
The refugees who survived may not be able to survive safely. After all, there are too many refugee waves in the entire Northland, which has brought great pressure to the territories of various lords.
And the decentralized lord's ability to deal with disasters is simply full of tears!
In contrast, the benevolence of the current lord is enough to make these victims sincerely pray for him.
"The newly cleared fields are doing well and look like they'll make it through this winter..."
The Viscountess said reservedly, her eyes did not stop because of the saluting farmer, only a few lucky ones could get her nod, full of a kind of proud aristocratic and ladylike demeanor, she was looking at her husband beside her.
For this husband-in-law, she can't talk about satisfaction or dissatisfaction, after all, it's just a transaction.
But fortunately, the people in that organization didn't lie to her, and didn't let her marry some crappy old man who was dying.
The Viscountess breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the mention of the middle-aged appearance.
Thinking of what happened to the Northland before, the Viscountess shuddered a little. Those ferocious and brutal orcs killed her family and servants, and even she almost fell into the clutches of her own.
Although she escaped by chance, she encountered those greedy prying dogs. Fortunately, with her cleverness and a little bit of luck, she was able to keep her family name and territory—although this fief is quite small compared to the original Viscount Nearly halfway through, but the poor Viscountess no longer dared to expect too much.
"Next... it is necessary to give birth to a few children as soon as possible..."
The Viscountess looked at her husband next to her, especially the timid maids behind him, with hostility in her eyes.
Only the lord's wife who gave birth to a male heir has the most stable position. There are already many girls in the territory who want to climb up to the lord and get a good life, and many of them are the original nobles of the Northland.
"That's right... Although it cost a lot, we finally settled down these refugees..."
Tifa changed his appearance at this time. He was nearly two meters tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, full of masculinity. His silver hair was slightly curly and meticulously combed. He was the most traditional type of middle-aged nobleman in the Northland—poor Viscount Madam doesn't know yet, if the real age is to be counted, the reference is probably several years older than her father, but if the average age of the [Legendary] strong is used to calculate, the reference is very young up.
However, nobles never care about age, do they
"What's the matter, dear?"
At this time, the Viscountess found that her husband was a little absent-minded again.
"Oh! It's nothing, you go back first! I have someone call the jeweler and tailor in the town to choose the most beautiful and luxurious dress for you..."
Tifa kissed his wife's hand and sent her away immediately.