Witch, don't be so lazy

A dim magic circle.

The incense burners around had stopped burning long ago, only a strange fragrance remained in the air.

The spiritual object in the center, the ritual sword, was broken into many small sections, and all the magic and spirituality on it disappeared.

This is a change in external things.

As for Encore's own transformation, it was even more remarkable.

Magnificent magic.

The scale alone is much larger than before the ceremony, and the most crucial thing is the qualitative change, just like the floating clouds turning into flowing mercury.

Mental strength also changes.

Because her ritual was from the Chaos School, it did not increase elemental affinity, but rather added it all to mental strength.

But Encore couldn't tell how much it had improved.

The reason is the same.

As if she had used a compression technique, her mental strength was obviously stronger than before.

of course.

There is a more intuitive way to judge. After all, telekinesis is a mixture of mental power and magic power.

The hand of the mage.

As the telekinetic arm rose, Anke began to split the arm, while comparing the strength in his memory.

One after another.

When four arms were suspended in the air at the same time, An Ke finally felt that each of his split arms had weakened to the level when he had exerted his full strength in the spiritual world before.

You know, at the end of his apprenticeship, An Ke could probably fight against a newly promoted first-level mage, and now it is even easier.

This is because she had just completed a promotion.

After all, normally speaking, if a low-level wizard wants to truly improve his combat effectiveness, he must spend time studying spells after being promoted.

Even Encore cannot shake this rule.

After spending time practicing meditation, as his magic power and mental strength increase, and he changes the magic hand from a trick to a low-level spell, his strength will be further improved.

Even at present, only the Hand of the Mage has been mentioned, and the Telekinetic Shield, Invisibility Spell and Eye of Judgment have not been involved, especially the latter two, which are almost on the edge of advancement.

As for the ancient runes, due to the improvement of her mental strength and magic power, Anke's speed in gaining experience will definitely increase again, and as her proficiency increases, it is estimated that she will be able to support more fancy operations.

Finally, there is an increase in vitality.

Uh.

Compared with the first two items, this one seems insignificant, only adding a little, but it is normal. After all, she has not studied nature. Ling Meng 2 Phosphorus (Eight) House is from the Lu VIpII Qi Fin School, and she does not have any special bloodline.

Of course, there was also a vague connection with the spirit world, and it seemed that a formal mage could now move freely on the surface...

All in all, there is so much to think about and study.

But now Anke is no longer able to think.

Glancing at the clock.

It showed that only four hours had passed in the present world, but Encore's experience in the parade was so rich that it lasted for a full five days, and he had almost no rest in the last few days.

Even though my mental strength has greatly increased now, there is still a sense of silent fatigue lingering in my heart.

She felt she had to get some sleep first.

He shook his head and pushed open the heavy door of the meditation room.

go out.

Today, the underground of the Adventurer's Guild was briefly blocked, with only a few people standing outside.

First is Luya.

She looked at An Ke's petite figure, her expression initially complicated, but eventually turned into applause and congratulations:

"Congratulations, Anke, you've successfully completed the promotion ceremony. Xueshan Town has finally given birth to a new mage. Have you decided when to hold a celebration banquet?"

The staff nearby also applauded sincerely, with shock and awe, and of course, envy.

In the corner was Hans, sitting cross-legged on a small stool, tossing gold coins idly and tapping his feet until he noticed Anke's appearance, then he put the gold coins back into his pocket.

The old man glanced at the girl, stood up, and tapped his waist:

"We agreed that regardless of whether you need assistance or not, you must pay the balance. I'll send it over later. You can rest first."

This was agreed upon. If the parade failed and Anke didn't die suddenly, the old man would find a way to rescue him.

Hans said this as he walked slowly towards the hallway.

"Welcome to the true world of mages, Anke."

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There is also a small chapter about the Saint, and the first volume is complete.

Chapter 67 Destiny and the Saint

Papal States, Winzistan.

As the second largest city in the eastern region of the Holy See, Wenzistan is naturally very prosperous and has always been known as a city of tourism and commerce.

Its most famous landscape is the Hot Spring Mountain in the center of the city. The spring is at the top of the mountain, and various bathing places are distributed from top to bottom. Even the luxurious palace built during the old imperial period has been renovated and put into use again.

The city has a sightseeing railway. Passengers depart from any city gate, east, west, south, or north, and ascend along the terrain. Listening to the tour guide's introduction, you can see an endless expanse of neat buildings with white as the main color, farmland and tulip gardens, and even from a high point, you can see ladies draped in gauze playing in the open-air bath.

Of course, the most beautiful ones are always the elegant and magnificent churches with blue exterior walls, gorgeous stained windows and towering white spires.

And on the top of the Cathedral of Our Lady, the tallest building in the city, hangs a huge bronze bell.

Every day when the first rays of dawn rise, the solemn bells will ring throughout the city, awakening the sleeping people with longing and hope.

Besides.

The sound of a bell at any moment would attract people's attention.

If it is limited to the first four tones, it would be fine. It means that there is something important to announce, and the later it is, the better it is.

But if it continues to ring, everyone's nerves will be tense.

When it sounded the fifth time, all regional churches stopped praying, and priests and nuns filed out; when it sounded the sixth time, the choir and the witch-hunting group stationed outside began to urgently recall their members;

When the seventh blow was struck, several meditation rooms in the cathedral that had been silent for years slowly opened, and the cardinal and several gray-robed monks appeared; and when the eighth blow was struck, everyone stopped in their tracks at the same time.

Because in this era, the demons who can cross the numerous defense lines of the abyss and dare to set foot inside the Holy See must be legendary beings.

This is no longer something they can get involved in, they just need to wait for instructions.

It almost overlaps with the sound of the bell.

A trumpet blast rang out from the sky.

Loud and solemn.

The clouds rolled in, as if clearing a path in reverence, and a brilliant sea of ​​light appeared on the dome, almost obscuring the entire sky.

It was a flame that stretched for tens of millions of miles. Countless holy spirits appeared quietly, spread their snow-white wings, lit up endless flames, and played a magnificent song.

With each rise and fall of the sea of ​​light, countless cracks appeared in the sky, proof that the fragile atmosphere could not bear the great power.

The cardinal looked up in surprise.

I originally thought that only one or two saints would come, but I never expected that the entire temple would descend.

Not to mention ordinary mortals, ordinary mages may never be able to see such a scene in their entire lives.

He was in a trance for a moment, until hot blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the bishop finally lowered his head.

Even though he had reached the brink of becoming a legend, he still couldn't look directly at the dazzling sea of ​​light, because the sacred light was also the flame of judgment.

The ninth bell sound that came to his ears solved his confusion.

Since the fall of the Old Empire, this bell has only rung once, when the high tower in the north stood, heralding the birth of a noble existence that was at odds with the Church.

The heavy roar echoed in the mortal world like a heavenly drum.

The cathedral cast a dazzling light, carrying endless majesty and will, landing on the sixth district of Wenzistan.

For an instant.

As if distorted, or perhaps like an ancient oil painting peeling off, this area was directly separated from the present world, stagnant in the chaotic light and shadow.

……

The church meditation room in the sixth district.

Warning red lights have been lit up all around.

When the old nun pushed open the door, she was stunned and looked at the beautiful girl in front of her.

Her long black hair hung down, and a flash of helplessness and unwillingness appeared in her clear eyes, but then she quickly returned to calm.

Behind her, as if stimulated, the terrifying black fog coiled and extended, extending inch by inch, rising section by section, and the pitch-black wings suddenly spread out.

Black feathers were falling sporadically, and even if they just brushed past lightly, the red golden basil placed on the table to aid meditation would quickly wither and die, leaving behind cold death.

"Little Wei'er, don't be afraid. Your witch hunting group doesn't mind dark talents. Just submit a report..."

The old nun was trying to comfort her, but the sudden ringing of the bell made it impossible for her to continue speaking no matter how hard she tried.

And with a glance, he noticed that there was a light on the mural next to the meditation room.

The painting tells the story of the Virgin Mary and following the Holy Spirit. One of the angels is distorted and then transformed into an old woman with a kind face.

The old woman walked down from the mural and looked at the nun with a kind tone, "Terena, it's been a long time since we last met. In the blink of an eye, decades have passed since I baptized you."

"…Her Majesty Saint Serosa."

The old nun was stunned at first, then bowed respectfully. Of course she recognized the leader of the orphanage, who was also the oldest living saint.

But she couldn't say anything else, and she couldn't even move or think.

Because this space has stagnated.

Saint Serosa didn't care. She just looked at Sylvie's Holy Flame and Black Wings, sighed, and then muttered in a low voice:

“His wrath is like a dark, blazing fire that never quenches, and his judgment is like the feather of death that covers the sky.”

He took a slow step forward, and the scene around him changed.

Pure white space, gilded long table.

Nine chairs.

Six of them are engraved with different patterns, referring to the Scripture House, the Choir Hall, the Witch Hunting Group, the Almshouse, the Red Knights and the Inquisition.

There is a scepter painted on the chair in front, representing the Pope.

And there are two more, one painted completely black and the other completely red.

"I didn't expect that the spirit of Samael, which had disappeared for so long, would reappear. It didn't appear in the war back then. It seems that the old empire deliberately kept it as a backup."

As Santacerosa spoke, she slowly sat down on the chair representing the almshouse.

"It is indeed a backup, but it was not left by Evangelical. It looks like it was left by the Imperial Family."

The person who was speaking was sitting in the scripture room. Judging from the light and shadow, he looked like a middle-aged priest. His voice was very strange because his tone was flat.

"Without a suitable successor, yet determined to fight against the Evening Star, they somehow discovered the remnants of the Supreme Blazing Sun's will and attempt to create a new Demon God."

The supreme scorching sun.

Even though everyone present was a great saint and legend, they still felt mixed emotions upon hearing the name of this deity.

There was silence for a moment.

A strange laugh came from the place that was completely painted red.

"What a terrifying and tenacious guy."

He was a weirdo wearing a white robe and a hood. He crossed his hands on the back of his head and spoke in a rhythmic tone:

"He took away His most gentle and selfless light, from which the sublime Dawn was born; He plucked away the fire of order and used it as the foundation of Heaven; His tyrannical flames caused the Old Empire to create the Abyssal Dark Sun, and even the coldest corpses were mixed with those bizarre Abyssal things, turning it into a star of eternal death..."