I Will Be The Crowned King

Primordial Tower, late at night.

Because it is shrouded in the mist of blood and pus all day, Boredim actually has no distinction between day and night. The so-called "sky" is only the apostles who are responsible for running the city to adjust the fog concentration every ten hours, which is convenient for management.

The dense fog exuding a strong magical atmosphere turned the entire city into a black-gray ocean. The scattered buildings seemed like isolated islands, and the flickering lights reflected the world under the sea.

The carriage traveling through the sea of ​​fog slowly stopped in front of the steps. August, dressed in a delicate robe, stepped out of the carriage and led An Sen, who had been here several times, up the steps and walked towards the gate.

The thicker fog than usual made An Sen frown slightly. The kind of power that was mixed with higher levels and could directly spy into his own heart enveloped him. He had to try his best to restrain his instinctive fear so as not to lose control of his body.

"Don't hide."

August, who was walking in front, said softly without turning his head, but slowed down a little: "Expand your casting range, distort the surrounding natural laws, and the mist of blood and pus will not be able to affect you."

"Twisting the laws of nature?"

An Sen couldn't help but raised his eyebrows. Of course he understood the basic skills of this conjurer, but the premise was when the magic was released - do you want to use [Rising Fire] to burn all the surrounding fog, or use [Smoke] Entertainment Home] Wrap yourself up?

"It doesn't require the use of magic." Seemingly aware of Anson's question, August continued in a low voice: "Expand the casting range, and then distort the field according to your heart's wishes."

"Let everything be as your heart desires, and make the world the shape of your heart—that's why conjuration magic was born."

Turning into the image in his heart... An Sen repeated this sentence in his heart, and gently snapped his fingers to open the casting range. At the same time, he imagined a faint diaphragm to block the surrounding blood and pus fog, but it could let the air out. other gases in the circulation.

After a while, the originally unpleasant feeling gradually disappeared, and the body returned to normal.

August finally stopped, turned to look at Anson, who was a little surprised, and nodded slightly: "Very good."

"Being able to complete this step proves that your incantation path has reached a peak, and you are very close to Tutoer; it is just that you are progressing too fast, and you are not quite clear about the result of your own evolution."

"Don't worry, this is a very normal situation. It would be better to say that all the evolutionists of the magic series have problems that cannot confirm their current stage, which leads to the fluctuation of strength, which can only be stabilized after becoming Tutuoer. "

And that's why he came to Boredim... An Sen's heart moved, and some memories that were about to be forgotten echoed in his mind.

That's right, he did tell Talia very frankly that he wanted to be called a Blasphemer Mage-although it was almost a year ago.

As for the danger level of the new world, Anson is not unprepared, but because he has not encountered danger for a whole year, and with Talia and the Rune family "guaranteeing the bottom line" behind his back, he has relaxed a lot, so much that When the tomb keeper came to the door, he didn't even have a decent plan, and was caught off guard.

Of course, even if he prepares in advance, it probably doesn't make much sense. He still knows how much strength he has. If the battle against Norula is not secretly protected by Talia and Freya, the result is mostly dead.

So Talia went to great lengths to make herself a Blasphemy Mage?

If he had just woken up and got this information, Anson would probably really think so, but obviously the situation is much more complicated than that; aside from other things, the information on the "power of blood" is enough to shock.

If everything is as August deduced, the growth potential of the talent is probably far beyond that of the caster, and there are almost infinite possibilities.

In fact, a certain sea knight talent has already "seen the first clues"... The incomparably comprehensive body strengthening is obviously derived from the blood magic path, and the ability to manipulate water vapor is likely to come from the curse magic path, which is not contradictory in one person body is perfectly combined.

This is not "multi-path magic fusion", and what is "fusion" - in terms of adaptability, it is stronger than the multi-path with inherent flaws like the grave keeper. I don't know how many levels.

Countless guesses flashed through his mind, but it did not prevent Anson from pretending to be nervous and walking towards the gate of the Primordial Tower beside August.

As they approached, the fog around them became lighter and lighter. When they came directly under the magnificent gate, the two had already walked out of the sea of ​​fog, leaving only the darkness that did not see the sun.

The tomb keeper in a robe stood under the gate with his hands crossed. After seeing the figures of the two, he nodded slightly, turned and walked into the hall.

Entering the hall, only the footsteps of the grave keeper could be vaguely heard in the darkness where he could not see five fingers; perhaps because of the wide range of casting spells, Anson didn't feel any discomfort, and he was even able to pass himself, August and The echoes produced by the tomb keeper, relying on the conjurer's transcendent sense of distance, can determine the general appearance of the surrounding.

He didn't dare to deploy his "ability"... Although there was no reason for it, there was an inexplicable panic, and he reminded his reason not to do this, otherwise very terrifying things would happen.

The footsteps stopped in front, Anson and August also stopped ten steps away from each other at the same time, and the cold words sounded in the air:

"I'm glad that you two made the right decision. I hope the blessings of the three true gods will bless you to pass the trial smoothly until you become someone who knows the oracle."

That is, the apostle... Anson said silently in his heart.

"As the two of you know, there are five levels of Boredim in total, which also means that there are five levels of trials. Each time you pass a level of trials, you can get corresponding privileges; There is also a selection process to make sure the participants are truly the most devout believers."

The tomb keeper paused for a while, and his voice became more ethereal than at the beginning: "Of course, the two of you have the privilege of being a true god, and you can directly participate in the trial without the tedious selection process."

"According to the rules, the two of you will start the first trial with their respective paths. Just recite 'start' in your heart, and I will open the entrance to the corresponding space for you; every time you pass the trial, you can enter the next round. , until all trials are passed; pauses may be made in the middle, but they will be considered abandonment."

"August, as Tuto'er, you will enjoy the privilege of entering any trial below the third floor at will." The gravekeeper said slightly mildly:

"And as long as you pass the third floor trial, the Primordial Tower will grant you the opportunity to leave freely and join the trial at any time in the future."

"There's no need for that." August refused with a smile:

"Since it is a trial, it should be carried out according to the rules - I am willing to start from the first floor, and I will not leave unless it is absolutely necessary."

"I appreciate your courage to not be afraid of difficulties, and respect your way of abiding by the rules." The tomb keeper said with admiration:

"May you have a place among the future oracles."

The voice fell, and the breath of the tomb keeper gradually dispersed in the hall and disappeared.

In the dark hall, only two people were left with the slight breathing and the sound of their heartbeats.

"Well, it looks like we're going to be separated here temporarily." August shrugged and smiled sideways:

"I originally thought that we could participate in the trial together and try to create a chance for you to be promoted to Tutoer. It seems that there is no such opportunity."

"Not necessarily, there are five levels of trials, we will meet sooner or later." An Sen pretended to be casual:

"Of course, maybe I'm really lucky enough to be promoted when we meet next time."

"Well, I think it's very possible."

August nodded, not joking at all and said seriously: "You already have all the prerequisites for promotion, but you have grown too fast to understand the power you have; this means that once you have a clear mind, you can understand yourself. At the most fundamental point, the apostles may be too far away, but Tuttor...it's a natural thing."

"It's a very difficult step, and it's not an exaggeration to describe it as a watershed or a moat; but when you really cross it, you will understand that it is still just the beginning... but a new beginning."

"Being an ordinary human being and being a unique being are two completely different concepts; you will have more emotions, different joys and sorrows from the past, and will have completely different views and perspectives on the world; what you think , everything you do will be very different.”

"But the choice is still yours whether to step over or not." August said softly, watching Anson with concern:

"I hope you don't get fooled by the attraction of the unknown, think carefully about the costs and consequences of doing so, and make responsible decisions instead of being carried away by emotions."

August's expression was serious, even a little nervous, as if he was worried about Anson's impulsive decision.

The emotion that was so strong that it was almost written directly on his face made Anson a little inexplicable. Although he and August seemed to be good friends in this time and space, but it wasn't to this extent, right?

The surprised Anson hesitated for a while, then nodded slightly:

"I see."

"I hope so." August sighed with emotion, but then returned to his original gentle expression:

"Are there any other questions, we may not have much time next."

"Well, there really is one."

"What is it?"

"Lisa."

Anson said suddenly, his eyes fixed on August's expression: "Luen told me that Lisa died of illness a few years ago... What's going on?"

This is a very dangerous question, one that might even make Augustus his enemy; but it is also an extremely crucial question, directly linked to whether he is in a parallel plane or thousands of years ago. , and the future is still connected.

To confirm this, Anson decided to take a little risk.

Facing Anson's understated inquiry, August, who was silent for a while, smiled calmly:

"If I told you that Lisa was alive... would you believe it?"

Anson did not respond and continued to wait for an answer.

"Actually...with your keen insight, if everything happened so suddenly, it should be detectable." August sighed:

"For example, why did it only take me a dozen days to find a breakthrough direction that I hadn't been able to discover for more than ten years, or even decades?"

"Because I'm smarter than Rune? Maybe, maybe he thinks so, but I don't think the gap between the two of us will be that big. His understanding of blood magic is indeed very rigid, but it is not For so long, nothing has been accomplished.”

"The answer is very simple. For some reason, I am willing to cross some boundaries and give up some bottom lines, but he won't." August said softly, staring at Anson with emerald green eyes:

"What do you think is the reason?"

The silent Anson twitched his throat.

"Lisa, she's still alive, but not in the way that Rune thought; she'll be born again, but not now."

"But assuming the blessing of the three true gods, allowing my hypothesis to have some room to operate, Lisa... will return to this world with a new attitude, safe ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ free, and enjoy the life she has. ."

"I, I hope I'm right, and I'm willing to do anything for her to be able to live freely."

"What do you think, Anson, do you think...I will succeed?"

As if chatting, August asked gently.

"Maybe it will."

Taking a deep breath, Anson also responded lightly to the other party: "Maybe... it's not what you think, but she can still have the opportunity to enjoy her life, free and safe."

"No matter what, no one can easily hurt her."

"thanks."

August nodded, said nothing, and walked silently into the darkness.

An Sen, who stayed in place, watched his back, silently said "start" in his heart, and then closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, there was a gate with thick fog in front of me; the flowing purple fog was overflowing from the cracks of the iron door full of barbs and hideous statues, turning the surrounding environment into a different one. It is similar in material and shape.

An Sen, who stepped forward, pressed the doorknob with his right hand, and the left hand hidden behind him held the "dagger" revolver at his waist; after confirming that he had made various plans to deal with emergencies, he pushed open the door and entered.

Inside the door is a slightly empty, semi-circular stair hall made of stone. An Sen, who walked in, was facing the podium in front of the hall, and he could vaguely see a door that was exactly the same as that behind him.

Just when he was about to observe the surrounding environment first, a slightly sharp voice suddenly sounded:

"Well, how come there are newcomers so soon, and the assessment speed has become faster?"

"Or... what other unlucky **** who didn't meet the apostles' wishes were caught by the tomb keeper and sent to death? Hahahahaha..."