What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 282. The Magic Potion Sprite, Rainbow Sword Technique

The flowing river water enveloped the light, as if it were layered, with the water on top and the light on the bottom.

The light presents a vibrant green hue.

It weaves through the river, seemingly absorbing something to continue growing stronger.

"Did it succeed?" Kroa asked Oak, somewhat unsure. "That was way too fast."

Oak said thoughtfully, "I heard it when I was still on the ship that water magic, due to its special properties, can give birth to the most elves."

It is said that the potion born from the River of Negative Light is actually a water spirit without any spirit.

The power of the spirits automatically combines the medicinal properties emitted by different magical plants, ultimately transforming them into usable potions.

It really works that way; the elves use elves as a means to create special potions.

Doesn't that mean taking these potions is equivalent to directly consuming an elf? No wonder they're so effective.

Many legends feature a poor boy who unexpectedly receives a gift from a spirit and then suddenly rises to prominence, gaining a noble title.

However, upon hearing this, Kroya couldn't help but frown: "So, this potion is actually made from the body of an elf?"

There are now many elves in the North, and he treats them as independent beings. As a result, the River of Negative Light has the effect of creating elf bodies to be used as potions.

Suddenly, I had an indescribable feeling.

"Yes." The oak tree shrugged helplessly: "Although the River of Negative Light can create the bodies of elves, it cannot give them such sufficient spirituality."

"Elves are inherently very difficult to be born."

"It's only because you set up so many magic circles in the North and nourished them with music from time to time that so many were able to emerge."

After saying that, it paused and comforted Kroa: "Without the birth of a spirit, they are actually just a special kind of magic potion."

My friend, you don't need to pity them too much.

Pity?

Kroya felt that there was some, but not much, since without complete spirituality, it could not be called "life" even in mysticism.

He is now pondering whether it is possible to create a soul through spirituality, and what the essential difference is between spirituality and soul.

A powerful mage can create souls. This point has appeared frequently since he began reading the scriptures.

The question is: just how powerful a mage is needed?

Is he a universally acknowledged level twelve archmage capable of leaving this world, or a level eighteen legendary mage?

He is now a level six archmage, capable of learning some soul-related magic. He has the "Rainbow Poem" and Eden, and can also use cheat codes like the Void Moon Divine Tree. His progress can be described as lightning fast.

Therefore, he has been thinking about the relationship between spirituality and the soul.

—Can a sufficient accumulation of spirituality give birth to a soul?

I once created a special golem, one that possessed a complete soul. But why, I still don't understand.

There weren't even any books available for him to study these things; the books concerning the soul were all incredibly expensive.

After a brief moment of thought, he sighed slightly and decided to deal with the immediate issue first.

"Oak Tree Friend".

"You know I'm researching that god-messenger, Moth."

"Recently, His soul has been exhibiting unusual fluctuations, and the outflow of His spirituality is becoming increasingly terrifying. If I were to infuse this spirituality into His body, would it bring about any change?"

He pointed to the beam of light flowing in the river.

"..." The oak tree was stunned; it never expected that Kroya would have such an idea.

But upon closer reflection, it seems that this is actually feasible.

It replied, "We can give it a try."

"Let the druids do it. I know there is a special kind of magic among the elves that relies on druids to cultivate the spirituality of nature spirits."

"I can teach them."

Kroya nodded: "Of course they should do it."

"I'll provide the spiritual support; the rest is up to you."

He gently opened his palm, and magical runes surged within it, forming a platinum-gold ring with spatial magic swirling inside.

This is the spatial magic he modified using the Ark's spatial folding array.

The original effect of this magic was simply to open a spatial rift and retrieve something from a designated location. However, after being improved by the Ark's array, the stability of the space became incredibly absurd.

Even if you just toss it around and play with it, the magic inside won't go out of control.

According to Kroya's estimation, even if he were outside the Northern Territory, he could still obtain the items inside the Mage Tower with the help of the Tower Spirit.

If the research continues, a stable spatial portal should be able to be formed. At that time, he will be able to open a portal to wherever he wants to go.

However, this thing is now just one way for him to get things.

"Come out."

A fountain of light, carrying the power of holiness and light, gushed forth from the platinum ring, instantly enveloping the surrounding area.

"Demos's spirituality..."

"So many?" the oak tree exclaimed in surprise. "These spiritual beings are all close to legendary level, aren't they? He, as a divine messenger, should also be at the legendary level on earth."

Generally speaking, when divine messengers descend upon the material world, they are all of legendary status, because anyone stronger would be instinctively rejected by the world.

It is only because they possess special abilities blessed by the gods that they can exert a certain degree of suppression over the legends.

Of course, the "legendary" here refers to a weak legendary, a legendary that is just level 18.

After reaching Legendary level, each level represents an extremely exaggerated improvement. If you reach level 20 or above, it's uncertain who will dominate whom.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, it is impossible for such exaggerated spirituality to exist.

Kroya explained, "This is what I was telling you, His spirituality is increasing rapidly, it seems like something is providing Him with spirituality."

"I want to use up this excess spirituality, otherwise I'll run into some intractable troubles sooner or later."

"I suspect that a war has broken out somewhere, and the Holy See is trying to recall their messengers."

The oak tree nodded in agreement: "The source of the War God's power is actually war itself; the more intense the war, the better it is for Him."

Seven years have passed; they will definitely try to recall the messenger. My friend, you must be careful.

If they discover the messenger of the gods is with you...

The Holy See's war-making capabilities are terrifying; they once launched a separate holy war against the orcs, nearly wiping them out of existence.

Kroya was certainly aware of its warnings and concerns.

That's why he needs to speed up the process of turning the divine messenger into his subordinate, so as to ensure that the messenger will not be recalled and may even help him obtain some information about the Holy See.

"I see."

After nodding, Kroya waved his hand, casually compressing the overflowing spiritual energy into gems, and handed them to the oak tree.

"You should leave. My departure will cause even greater unrest. I'll leave the druid tasks to you."

"Alright." Oak took the pile of gems, stepped out of the magical barrier formed by the irises, and began to teach magic to the druids.

Actually, this magic isn't that difficult. After all, guiding the spirit of nature is a basic skill for druids, especially for these special druids.

So in just two hours, they all learned it, and then each of them held a spiritual gem and began to cast spells.

A gentle breeze and drizzle entwine around the gemstone, deftly and precisely carrying away its spirit, brushing past the plants and frolicking sprites in the garden, and finally converging into the stream.

Clearly, this is a purification and filtration process.

The divine power that made Most's light magic was quickly broken down by the great force of nature, leaving only pure spirituality that fell into the stream with the raindrops and merged into that light.

The light beats like a heartbeat in the stream, greedily and joyfully absorbing spirituality.

It inherently possesses the potential to become an elf, but due to environmental reasons, it cannot fully acquire spirituality. Now that the deficiency has been finally made up, becoming an elf is simply a natural progression.

It flowed through the stream, passing through a magic circle made of various magical plants, and was finally about to cross a slope and flow into a pool—

"Thump!"

A strange sound rang out.

Immediately afterwards, the light leaped directly from the stream, and in mid-air, it was kneaded by an invisible hand like clay.

In the end, it became... a shield.

To be precise, it should be an extremely ornate shield, shaped like a small round shield, but with golden patterns and even a semi-transparent crystal texture.

It's like a work of art displayed in a nobleman's collection room.

Kroa blinked from a distance: "This can be considered an elf, a shield elf?"

"What are the effects of this potion?"

He suddenly became very curious. Although he and Oak Tree had planned and built this magic circle together, it was still unknown what kind of magic potion it could produce.

At most, we can only deduce this from the magical plants planted and the magic emitted by the elves.

His doubts were quickly answered.

The shield-like potion sprite, newly born, is full of curiosity about the world and flies around, trailing streams of light.

Whenever it touches magical plants and trees on the ground, it forms a light screen composed of small shields on the latter.

With just one glance, Kroya understood.

"Dispel and protect."

"Hmm... is it from the pure white roses here?"

"There should also be Succinaria fortunei."

"Is it because the Light God's magic is at work that the abilities of these two magical plants are chosen as the main focus?"

Both of these effects are good, but the question is how strong their efficacy will be. This is the first time that the beggar's version of the River of Negative Light has created a magic potion.

He decided to give it a thorough test.

……

Cavaliers training ground.

After handing over the garden and Fountain of Life production line to Oak, Kroya came here to conduct tests.

Although it's a training ground, bumps and scrapes are inevitable. After all, you're a combatant... how can you call yourself a combatant if you don't bleed, lose some flesh, and sweat a little?

A complete medical team is always on standby here to prevent injuries from fights that are difficult to heal and will affect the future.

Therefore, this is the best place to test purification and protection.

When Kroya arrived, no one noticed him.

The apprentices were still sweating it out on a specially made soft metal training field, practicing against each other one by one, running, poking and stabbing...

To be honest, Kroya gets a little excited every time he sees a scene like this—he doesn't discriminate against combatants; on the contrary, he's quite interested.

Perhaps every mage dreams of melee combat.

He once used a gopher harp as a blunt weapon to smash a shark's head in the ocean, and the gopher harp teased him about it for a long, long time.

As a level six mage, elements flow within his body, and the power of the Rainbow Poem has maximized his physical strength.

Don't be fooled by his usual quiet demeanor, dressed in a Phobos robe and seemingly powerless like a mage. If he were to actually clash head-on with a warrior of the same level, it's hard to say who would win.

Watching his apprentices engage in a passionate hand-to-hand combat, a wicked thought began to stir within him, and he muttered to himself:

"Should we find someone to bully?"

Whether or not his thoughts were overheard by a passing legendary mage, Baron Kmoyer, who was practicing his skills by forcing back three or four apprentices with his longsword in the distance, spotted him.

"Lord Cloa!"

The baron—oh no, the count—his eyes lit up, and he walked over with his sword in hand.

But as he approached Kroya, he saw the former smile slightly, and immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

Then, a shield made of countless silver-white crystal shields suddenly appeared around him, and the next moment, he was met with an attack as fierce as a storm—

The apprentices stared wide-eyed as they saw that their beloved lord had somehow acquired a plain-looking longsword.

The longsword seemed to float in the mage's hand as if it didn't exist, its surface reflecting a rainbow of colors, and its power slashed towards the count like an endless rainbow.

The count, who had been invincible among the apprentices on the training ground, had no chance to fight back against such a ferocious yet elegant offensive and could only retreat in a sorry state.

"Is that the lord?"

"Sir, you actually know swordsmanship?"

"They forced the Earl teacher to retreat repeatedly!"

The astonished apprentices began to discuss the incident, and people from further away rushed over, quickly forming a circle around the area to watch the one-sided beating.

This is truly a rare and spectacular sight.

Their elegant and mysterious mage is actually using a sword!

Moreover, the swordsmanship was exceptionally exquisite and mysterious, captivating them so much that they wished they had more eyes.

Compared to the excited apprentices, Count Kmoyer was in considerable pain, as he could sense that Kroya hadn't used any special magic at all.

He simply used his exquisite swordsmanship and magic to fight him head-on, but the light barrier formed by the magic sword was like all-pervasive sunlight, leaving him only able to passively take hits.

What horrified him even more was that he had learned this sword technique before.

It is the sword technique of light from his book "Miracle of Light," which was considered one of the most basic sword techniques in the former Papacy system.

Simply put, it uses magic to create light that can cut through evil, and also has special effects such as breaking magic and removing armor.

The original swordsmanship of the Holy See of Light naturally featured exaggerated sound and light effects. When the sword was swung, it was like a ball of light, so bright that it could blind some enemies.

What is this, Kokoroa?

They're spheres of light, but you turned into the sun and a rainbow?

What he couldn't understand was that this radiance suppressed the thorns of justice within him.

If this continues, he'll definitely get smashed like a ball, which is absolutely unacceptable.

So he took a step back and used the opportunity to pull out the near-legendary knight's sword that his ancestor had given him from his spatial ring.

"drink!"

With the help of the knight's sword, he barely managed to endure the all-pervasive rainbow light for... three seconds.

Upon seeing him draw his knight's sword, Kroya unceremoniously increased the release of her magic, making the already magnificent and dazzling rainbow light even more brilliant, as if a rainbow had fallen to the ground.

This made Count Camille unable to hold on any longer.

Three seconds later, with a "crack" sound, Kroya's sword fell in front of him, pointing straight at his throat.

If this were on a battlefield, he would already be dead.

"I give up!"

The count smiled helplessly, tossed the knight's sword aside, and lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily, his face covered in sweat.

He looked as if he had been pulled out of the water.

The apprentices watching from the sidelines cheered—

"Lord Croa!"

"So strong!"

"Could you teach us?"

If they previously admired Kroya because of his powerful magic and personal charm, they have now become complete fans of Kroya.

So their lord also knows this kind of swordsmanship!

Could it be that you are a legendary "dual-wielding" magic swordsman, or a magical swordsman?

"Do you want to learn?"

Kroya casually tossed aside the longsword in his hand. Despite such strenuous exercise, his clothes remained perfectly in place, and he didn't even break a sweat.

He looked at the excited apprentices and gestured to the small shield beside him—which immediately began to fly, powerfully shielding all the hundreds of apprentices present.

At this moment, the apprentices had no idea what they were about to face, and each of them had joy and excitement on their faces.

"We want to learn!" they answered in unison.

"Okay." Chloe smiled slightly.

Before they could even be happy...

Suddenly, a teleportation portal appeared behind Kroya, and a line of sunflowers emerged from it, their roots moving in perfect unison.

Each sunflower holds a gleaming crystal sword, its blade shimmering with iridescent light.

Standing directly in front of the Sunflower Swordsmen, Kroya smiled and said, "This is the Rainbow Sword I'm going to teach you. You can learn it as long as you can defeat my sunflowers."

"Now...please take this seriously."

"You won't die, but it will hurt a lot."

As soon as the mage finished speaking, the sunflower swordsmen behind him charged forward, their flat roots propelling them forward, each wielding a crystal longsword.

Like a rainbow-colored storm, it swept into the apprentices' ranks, instantly cutting down several who hadn't even had time to react.

"What is this?!"

The other apprentices then realized what was happening and quickly formed a group to block them.

At this moment, Kroya had already pulled Count Camoyer aside, found a place to sit down, and watched the apprentices being "slaughtered" by the Sunflower Swordsmen while drinking tea and chatting.

The count's eyes twitched wildly, and he couldn't help but ask, "How did you learn that?"

"Sword of Light, what could be more radiant than the light of the sun?"

Kroya gave a casual reply and then fell silent, focusing intently on watching the battle between the apprentices and the Sunflower Swordsmen.

The count froze, staring blankly at the sun, then at Cloa—even the Papacy couldn't use the sun's light? And you can?

He was once again awestruck by Kroa's power and mystery.

At this moment, a fierce battle had already broken out in the distance.

You know what, the Shield Potion Spirit is really powerful; it even managed to block the Sunflower Swordsmen's attack.

She even blocked his attack just now.

The strength of this defense alone is probably at level six or seven. It's really worthwhile to have used so much of the free divine messenger Moss's spiritual power.

Looks like I'll have to collect more and get more Pokémon in the future.

Since it's free, I should thank the Vatican for providing me with so much spiritual nourishment.

I wonder where they started this war? Will it affect us?

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(End of this chapter)