I Will Be The Crowned King

Chapter 16 Advanced

The waves outside the window beat gently on the side of the boat, and the bright sun shines on the sea. Only in the cabin where Lisa's purring reverberates, the air is so quiet.

Quietly like a grave.

The smiling Anson looked at Talia, who stared with wide eyes. Her expression was so gentle and so refreshing that Anson swallowed and used his right hand that was holding the wine glass trembling to hide his fear...excited. .

The girl leaned against the back of the chair lightly, she said nothing, as if waiting for his reply.

Time passed minute by minute.

An Sen, who was silent for a full minute, pursed the corners of his mouth, smiled at first, and then pretended to be relaxed: "That...I...did I hear it wrong?"

Talia looked at him, smiled and shook her head slightly.

"Then... what you just said... was... a metaphor... just an exaggerated... metaphor?"

The girl still shook her head.

"...Is there any misunderstanding here?"

This time Talia didn't answer right away.

She rolled her eyes, raised her right hand slightly to hold her chin, and deliberately appeared to be "thinking"; the frequency of her eye movements, "by chance", was exactly the same as the rotation speed of the pocket watch's second hand on the table.

Pop...pop...pop!

"That's right."

While the minute hand was turning, the girl smiled and said in a very positive tone: "Everything I just said is just... a bit of an exaggerated metaphor for Anson's better understanding."

"You are a believer of Ayton, the master of fate, and I follow Pluto, the master of blood magic. We are taking completely different paths; it is naturally more difficult to exchange and learn from each other."

"To use a very inappropriate 'metaphor' is like learning a language you have never been exposed to." The girl explained gently:

"Until I thoroughly grasp the basics, I can only understand what's special about it in terms and ways that Anson can understand."

Well, I know how to understand; learning a foreign language is definitely more complicated and difficult to understand than other knowledge... An Sen twitched his throat again, and squeezed out a very unnatural smile:

"That is to say, definitely not literally?"

"Of course, it's definitely not like that." The girl's smile was full of sincerity:

"Dear Anson is Talia's fiancé, how could Talia eat her fiancé?"

"Yeah, think about it too."

An Sen, whose scalp was numb, nodded again and again, and his face was full of smiles of realization: "As expected, I think too much myself!"

"It should be Talia's failure to explain clearly, it's all Talia's fault."

"No no no... It's my fault, it's because I like to think too much, ha...haha...hahaha..."

For a time, the cabin was filled with happy air.

After a while, Anson, who was smiling slightly, took a deep breath and said sternly to Talia:

"How to do?"

"It's very simple." The girl, who was still smiling, said in a so plain and natural tone:

"Dear Anson, all you need is to close your eyes, don't have any fear or tension, release the 'secret' confinement of your body, and then slowly let go of your body and mind."

"The rest..." The corner of the girl's mouth rose slightly, and her crossed hands gently pressed against her heart:

"Although leave it to Talia."

Anson nodded silently.

He first took a deep breath, and then snapped his fingers with a "pop!", completely liberating the imprisonment under him and no longer having any restrictions.

Given the difference in strength between the two sides, if Talia really wanted to kill herself, she didn't need to be so troublesome at all; no matter how much she thought about it, it would be superfluous, and it might be better to just lie down.

Just as he closed his eyes, a girl's voice sounded in his ears:

"Of course, this is the first time for Talia to do this. She has no experience in this area, so she will try her best to control the degree and not instill too much into Anson. Take it slow, just take it as a small experiment first... Is it ok? ?"

Talia asked cautiously.

"of course can."

An Sen praised with his eyes closed, saying that it was also the first time for him.

"The process in the middle may be more... intense, because blood magic is a very extreme way of evolution, and it will be more clearly reflected in some of the body's senses... OK?"

"no problem."

Anson nodded again, and he was somewhat mentally prepared in this regard.

"Of course! If anything doesn't feel right, or... can't stand it..." Talia's voice suddenly became a little nervous:

"No matter what stage it is in, Anson must, must tell Talia to end the entire experiment immediately-in any case, Anson's life is always the most important!"

"Okay, I promise you." Anson said without hesitation.

boom--

The moment the voice fell, An Sen, who had his eyes tightly closed, suddenly felt that the whole world suddenly darkened, and he could no longer hear any sound, as if he had been dragged into another world.

It was as if some kind of warm viscous liquid was pouring into the cabin from the window - first the feet, then the legs, the torso, the chest, the neck, the head... the whole body was completely wrapped in it.

It's like falling into the depths of the sea, no matter whether you struggle or not, you have to be immersed in it, and even your conscious body will continue to fall, falling down...

The sense of weightlessness in a trance made his consciousness gradually blur.

I can only feel that there are slender tentacles that are constantly climbing up my body; they burrow into the gaps between the nails, pry open my mouth, overflow the auricle, penetrate into the nasal cavity, and wrap the pupil...

An indescribable sense of disgust suddenly spread from his chest, and Anson began to twitch involuntarily, as if his body began to resist after being forcibly injected with some kind of drug; all the muscles from head to toe were tensed as if they were being pulled by chains. , Under the closed eyelids, the pupils that were completely wrapped by the tentacles began to tremble violently.

boom--

Strange screams, heart-piercing shouts and roars filled with endless anger began to sound in my ears... They were like hurricanes, constantly reverberating around me, filling my mind.

Anson didn't panic at all - a similar situation, he experienced it once when he became a conjurer.

The ethereal shouts echoed in his ears over and over again, and An Sen could even feel that his mind was constantly being filled, drained, filled, drained... Repeated endlessly.

Soon, the shouting gradually disappeared and turned into a quiet whisper, which seemed to echo in my ears; it seemed to be shouting, and it was like a deep gasp; it seemed to be telling something, but it was completely impossible. distinguish.

The body was still twitching violently, and the limbs were spasming uncontrollably; the darkness in front of him began to condense some flickering pictures and intermittent fragments;

Along with the picture, countless information began to pour into his mind uncontrollably; it was like a dam with its gates opened, rushing like a flood.

If I had to describe it, it would be like a person—and a very long-lived person—who had a complete life, let Anson experience it a thousand times faster, and finally, like all memories, condensed into a certain A word, a habit, a "sentimental".

The heart-piercing shriek sounded again, running through Anson's body over and over again; the pain was almost equivalent to standing next to a twenty-four pound bomb, listening to its explosion in the center of the blast.

However, compared to the last time, the flesh was dissolved, the blood was evaporated, the bones were scorched, and only a heart was left. This level of "torture" was not completely unacceptable.

boom--

The whistling sound gradually drifted away, the out of control body slowly began to stop falling, and the already vague consciousness began to wake up little by little; the tentacles that wrapped the whole body slowly pulled back.

The fierce scream once again turned into a faint panting, which reverberated softly in the ears; along with the warm sticky feeling, the body that had been twitching violently gradually regained consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, this feeling began to fade, and the closed eyes also began to feel the light shining on him, and everything seemed to have finally returned to normal; except for the itching all over and the headache, there was no such thing as a headache. any other difference...

"Um?"

An Sen, who closed his eyes, was suddenly stunned, and continued to release the spell completely, keeping the casting range in the most natural state - a sphere with itself as the center point.

Then he felt, where did this abnormal feeling come from.

That is the sense of distance.

His spellcasting range has not expanded, but his sense of distance has expanded, and various senses have been greatly strengthened.

He closed his eyes, but he could "see" Talia, who was smiling, and Lisa, who was sleeping on the bed; the cabin door was locked, but he could hear the faint whispers outside the door, and the crew members He stepped on his feet as he walked past the door, making careful footsteps.

No, my senses have not been strengthened, but the ability to distinguish various subtle sounds has been significantly improved, and it is more sensitive. Based on the sound and touch alone, I can infer the size and shape of the object based on the distance between me and myself. , and even make predictions about the next step at the moment the opponent moves.

This situation is the most intuitive manifestation of the magic caster reaching a certain critical point.

For spellcasters in the entire Old God World, although most of them follow the "five stages" set of standards to measure the strength and general level of a spellcaster, they also know that this set of standards is quite unreliable. In a way it's even completely wrong.

Not to mention the difference between the three major magics themselves is very big, the sign of the fifth stage, "create a magic of your own" - most spellcasters are not keen on this kind of thing, don't they have original magic spellcasters , must it be better than the caster without it?

Of course not, and probably even the opposite.

But because the three major magics themselves are extremely difficult to quantify, and even each family within each magic has different evolution methods, there is no possibility of unification, so it can only be measured by the "five stages".

If he insisted on this standard, Anson felt that he was probably in the fourth stage, and he was only one step away from the fifth stage.

After all, the premise of "original magic" is to have a personal understanding of the entire system; Anson can probably speculate why it is listed as a sign of the fifth stage - because after this, the next step is to advance to "blasphemy mage".

The so-called original magic is actually a rehearsal and preparation for completely abandoning the identity of "human" and evolving to a higher level of life.

And An Sen, who has obtained the complete memory of a conjurer, is very close to this step.

Not only the memory, but all the magic he has mastered has become a part of Anson's memory; as long as he takes time to recall these memories one by one, these skills can be completely restored.

Of course, the side effects are also quite obvious-because he did not rely on himself to master the magic spell, but was directly and forcibly instilled; some candidates who were like crazy before the exam, filling in the correct answer does not mean that he Really understand the point of knowledge.

The way to solve the "side effects" is also very simple, that is, continue to brush the questions, keep brushing the questions; as long as I brush enough, the difficulty will not keep up with the speed of my progress.

After figuring this out, Anson slowly opened his eyes.

Everything in front of me was the same as when I closed my eyes—the warm sunlight and the calm turbulent sea outside the window, and the silence in the cabin with the door closed, only the sound of sleeping Lisa snoring.

The smiling Talia sat opposite her~www.wuxiaspot.com~ holding a full glass of rum in both hands and placed it firmly by her hand.

"how do you feel?"

The girl asked with a smile, and there was no trace of tiredness or impatience in her expression.

"...It's okay." Anson smiled.

Before opening his eyes, he had confirmed his physical condition again and again, and there was nothing unusual.

"Then...is there any pain?"

"no."

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"no."

"Tired?"

"no."

"Are you hungry?"

"Uh...not very hungry yet."

"That's great!"

Talia let out a sigh of relief and showed a relieved smile: "Talia is the first time to do this kind of thing, and she thought there might be an accident... I'm so lucky!"

Yes, I think so too... Anson laughed a few times, trying to restrain his curiosity to ask "what happened just now".

For some reason, he always had a very strange premonition that once he asked, there would be some very bad end, and he might even be wiped out on the spot.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, the elated Talia suddenly said, "Since Anson has no problem at all, let's continue!"

Um? !

An Sen raised his head in amazement, not understanding what she meant: "Continue?"

"That's right." The girl chuckled lightly. "After all, only fifteen minutes have passed since just now—there are still three full hours before lunch time!"

"Before arriving in the new world, Talia will do her best to train Anson to be a qualified spellcaster!"

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