Throne of Magical Arcana

While the knight embracing the helmet and knelt on one knee demanded an all-out war because the realm of God was desecrated by the Magic Council, the rest of the cardinals in the Great Hall of Light drew crosses on their chests and shouted in unison: I will use the holy light to purify those evil magicians, and let them prostrate at the feet of the Lord to repent, how can the realm of the gods be explored by mortals!"

Seeing the face of the Pope holding a platinum scepter and a sacred crown, without saying a word, Varenhill, the leader of the ascetic monks in a simple linen tunic, stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, Knight Stone's request On behalf of all the faithful, who are outraged at the blasphemy of the Lord. Be assured that the heretics of the North will not take advantage of this attack unless they have forsaken their faith and turned their backs on the truth, and then their foundations will be of their own accord. collapsed, I even think they will attack the Magic Council angrily."

Valenthir was barefoot, with short blond hair, and strangely spirited blue eyes on a thin face.

Under the leadership of Valenhill, more than a dozen cardinals who stayed in the Holy City, the three tribunal giants, and the epic knights including Stone once again begged in unison: "Your Majesty, please order the opening of the second dawn." For war, call all forces to attack the magic council, leaving only the nobles who defend the dark mountains."

Pope Benedict II raised the scepter of light in his hand, his voice was old but as vast as a world: "I am very satisfied with your devotion to the Lord, and I also feel the joy of the Lord. But I want to ask you, you Is the belief in the Lord so fragile? Are you worried that the Magic Council will be able to explore the mysteries of the gods?"

"Mortals can never touch the realm of God! Have you forgotten the Lord's admonition to us?"

His bright red cloak fluttered as if being blown by the wind, and a huge and sacred light aura suddenly emerged, which was ubiquitous and unpredictable.

Facing the Pope's questioning, all the members of the College of Cardinals in the Great Hall of Light were dumbfounded, and they deeply reflected on the source of their thoughts and emotions. In addition to the anger from the Lord's desecration, it did contain a lot of reactions from their own beliefs. Fear, worrying that the Magic Council can research the mysteries of the gods like it did in the past when exploring the world, so I want to stop it, and I want to kill this terrifying possibility in its cradle!

"If I say that I have no sin, I am deceiving myself, the truth has been blinded by ignorance; I confess my sins, the Lord is just and merciful, and will forgive me and wash away all my sins." After a short silence , members of the College of Cardinals repented one after another.

After listening to their confession calmly, Benedict II said: "The exploration of the Magic Council will definitely not be able to approach the realm of God, but their blasphemy is still unforgivable. Valenhill, Baha'u'llah, you choose some ascetic monks and night watchmen Go to the Kingdom of Holm to help Philibel, strangle the magicians, and judge them for their crimes."

"At the same time, you cooperate with some elves and druids in the Stroup Forest to make the illusion that we are about to attack, so that they have an excuse to recall the druids who cooperated with the magic council."

"Follow your will, Your Holiness the Pope." The "Judger" Baha'u'llah, one of the three giants of the tribunal, and the leader of the ascetic monks, Valenhir, saluted at the same time.

While other members of the College of Cardinals felt that the Pope's order was appropriate, they felt strangely that something that seemed to start an all-out war and break the fragile balance of the entire continent turned into an ordinary incident of blasphemy.

"That's fine. Although we are the strongest, we are under joint suppression. Rushing to war without preparation may result in unbearable results. We should continue to wait for a sure opportunity." Members of the Cardinals who changed their minds While drawing a cross on his chest, he exited the Great Hall of Light.

Pope Benedict II put down his raised scepter and returned to his study. A cardinal who had been waiting there for a long time asked: "Your Majesty, in the information sent by His Excellency Cardinal Philibert this time, in addition to the news that the Magic Council and the druids jointly researched divine arts, there are also Things like the latest Holm Crown Award."

"Save this information for later use. The most important thing at the moment is to deal with this blasphemous incident." Benedict II waved his hand indifferently to other "little things".

It's not that the cleansing sequence needs to go down to every parish and every tribunal.

After the cardinal left and closed the door of the study, the pope calmly looked at the oil portraits of successive popes on the wall.

The names of each pope and the year when he was born and returned to the embrace of the God of truth are written under each of the oil portraits.

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"Charles I, 350-572 of the Sacred Calendar."

"Alfonso, 387-633 of the Sacred Calendar."

"Charles II, 408-686 Sacred Calendar."

"Benedict I, 474-745 Sacred Calendar."

"Gregory II, Sacred Calendar 548-796."

Benedict II smiled, and said to himself in an old and peaceful voice: "How can mortals find the way to explore the mysteries of the gods?"

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It was just dawn on Saturday morning.

In a manor near the small town of "Sariva", Felipe is doing magic experiments seriously and dignifiedly. Although he only came twice this week and didn't stay overnight, the powerful methods combined with the analyzed magic However, Felipe didn't care about the experiment at all, and he focused all his energy on synthesizing it with non-living substances. An important living substance above.

With the light of the last alchemy formation, Felipe saw the colorless crystal product at low temperature.

He controlled his excitement and slowly heated it up, so that it quickly dissolved into a colorless liquid at a low temperature, and a pungent smell was sensed by the magic circle.

Felipe took a step back, released the identification technique, and soon got the result. This is a fatty acid he wanted to synthesize, and it is widely believed that it can only exist in living matter!

"There is no more excuse to insist on the theory of human life mechanics." Felipe forced a smile on his gloomy and pale face, "How many of those old guys in the organization are willing to admit and accept? Unless they modify the definition of living matter, Otherwise, the cognition must be changed. This time I will overthrow it, hoping to make it easier for other necromancers to accept."

The theory of human life mechanics that I have believed in for more than 30 years has been overthrown by myself. Felipe's emotions are very complicated, ranging from joy to bewilderment, melancholy to excitement. If I hadn't been shocked by the professor's experiment of artificially synthesizing urea, I'm afraid I would never be able to accept this fact, let alone change my cognition.

Outside his magic laboratory, a man in a black hooded robe gently knocked on the door.

"Who?" Felipe, who was immersed in complicated emotions, woke up and asked suspiciously.

An old and hoarse voice came through the door: "I, Traquel."

"Mr. Traquel? Why did you come to me so early?" Felipe asked casually, and began to release the magic circle that blocked the laboratory door.

Traquel is a six-ring necromancer belonging to the Pale Hand. Currently, his arcane level is only three, his strength has stagnated for a long time, and he cannot advance to the seventh ring. He was sent to cooperate with Felipe to control those troublesome druids .

As soon as the magic circle was lifted, Felipe suddenly woke up, and a great sense of danger rose in his heart:

"not good!"

Black tentacles made of pure death power suddenly rose up in the laboratory. Once touched by them, the magician's soul would be polluted, and he would no longer be able to cast the highest level of magic.

At the same time, one after another mummies wrapped in black cloth strips climbed up from the black tentacles, and rushed towards Felipe in a cold and terrifying manner.

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In the "Longbogen" hotel, Lucien was looking at the project briefing, which summarized the problems that arcanists encountered in the process of seeking simplification. They all unabashedly described the progress of their experiments and the difficulties that could not be solved. Anyway, with this briefing, whoever publishes the papers resulting from it in the future will be counted as their arcane points.

"By analyzing the manure and other fertilizers commonly used by farmers, we can find that they do contain those elements, but the effect is not very good. At the same time, how to solve the problem of mass production of manure? If you raise a lot of animals, they will consume a lot. food..."

"Previous experiments have proved that the growth of plants mainly depends on water and sunlight. Now, through divine magic analysis, we understand that they also need to absorb elements in the soil, but crushing ore containing several elements has no effect after being sprinkled. "

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After analyzing the principle of divine magic structure, the magicians started experiments with the cooperation of druids, but the ore powder containing these elements that could be mass-produced was completely useless, so they decided to use alchemy products containing these elements to experiment.

"With the principle of divine magic and the cooperation of druids, I believe these arcanists can find which alchemy products meet the needs." Lucien put down the briefing, put on his coat, and returned to Allinge to teach several apprentices after preparing breakfast.

As soon as he opened the door, Lucien saw Elestine and Exilion walking over with reserved but unconcealable smiles.

"Mr. Evans, I'm sorry that I can't cooperate with your experiment. The order from the Royal Court and the Druid Presbyterian Council requires us to return to the forest as soon as possible to resist the attack from the Church." Exilion, who understood the inside story, did not panic Busy and elegant salute.

From their expressions, Lucien knew that the matter was not urgent, maybe it was just an excuse, so he smiled and said kindly: "It's okay, anyway, the data of the planting experiment gave me ideas and ideas."

"What?" Elestine and Exilion asked in surprise at the same time, their brother and sister had tampered with the experimental data!

Lucien smiled and said: "From the fact that the oats partially added with water-soluble substances grow well under the magic technique of simply stimulating growth, and comparing the experiments of other research groups, I can draw some conclusions and exclude some unreasonable data. "

With the result and knowing the principle, how could Lucien fail to discover the abnormality of the experimental data!

"Ah." The two elves were a little embarrassed and depressed.

Lucien took out a paper he had written a long time ago, "Comparison of data before and after several groups of oats and some conclusions using the alchemical substance obtained after treating phosphate rock with sulfuric acid as fertilizer, and some conclusions": "I'm going to the manor outside the town to ask Gao The high-level arcanists submit their reports, Your Highness, Your Highness, are you together?"

"Go on your own." Elestine looked listless, wanting to destroy the paper but also afraid of Lucien's strength, and at this time Theodore and Julien also appeared at the other end of the corridor.

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The carriage was driving slowly on the rammed earth road outside the town. Since it was winter, the sky had not yet fully lit up, and the surrounding area was gray.

Suddenly, the sun corona on Lucien's chest produced a scorching breath out of thin air, and at the same time, the main star of fate gave off a strong sense of danger.

This made him roll out of the carriage without even thinking about it, and inspired the five-ring magic "Powerful Flame Shield".

A black figure fell from the sky wrapped in a cloud of rotting gas, and slammed heavily on the carriage Lucien was riding in. The iron bars quickly rusted and the wood quickly rotted.

"Hey, I escaped, and I couldn't silence it." An old and hoarse voice sounded in the hazy midair.