Tang Sen is certainly not an ordinary spell caster in Faerûn at the moment.

Although he can also cast spells, as long as he is a spell caster, he can see that his magic is not like a means of spells, but more like the dragon is born to breathe, and the beholder is born to petrify.

But it doesn't matter, he can be.

In fact, Tang Sen has almost completed the research on the creation of a spell that uses idealistic magic as the core to drive Faerun's magic to cast magic.

It's just that I've been rushing for the past two days and I don't have the energy to push open the last door.

Now, it's time.

"Please give me a moment."

Tang Sen said something to Dahuang, then sat casually on the ground and took out a lot of paper from the dimensional bag that was already covered with dense text and patterns.

Cui Xi came over and took a look, and found that they were all words that she couldn't understand at all, and the patterns were also specious.

"This is not like a magic model." She said hesitantly: "It's more like some kind of human body research?"

Tang Sen just smiled. It was normal for Cui Xi not to understand.

The creation of spells in this world relies on precise spell models and the study of the outside world, while the creation of spells in the magic system relies on the mind and the study of oneself. In one's own magic, one thinks about what kind of magic is used to operate and what kind of magic is used.

The spell and even what kind of emotions and thoughts can achieve the effect of the spell.

Although the effect of the spell that Tang Sen has created now sounds magical, it is not even considered a difficult spell.

There is no need to involve space like Apparition, nor does it need to involve the soul like Avada Kedavra. The only thing involved is your own magic power. In terms of difficulty, the Divine Blade created by Professor Snape

Wuying is simpler.

If it weren't for the fact that no wizard has ever studied this aspect, with Tang Sen's attainments in ancient magic, he wouldn't even need to spend so much time.

Time passed little by little, and Tang Sen was completely immersed in the world of magic.

Rhubarb is obviously a patient person, or in other words, for a magical creature, time does not mean much to it.

Cui Xi wanted to study the magic equipment around her, but was stopped by Dahuang, so she could only find a storybook out of boredom, lean against the pillars of the elevator, and quickly became addicted to it.

Baan looked at the two of them, scratched his head, sighed, and sat aside wondering what he was thinking.

"Done."

Tang Sen's words broke the silence.

He stood up slowly and raised his hand a little.

"Lighting Technique!"

The top of Barn's head began to glow brightly.

Barn: "."

"Boss, you——"

"Smooth."

Tang Sen waved his hand and ignored him. He just looked at Dahuang and said, "Now, can I be considered a spell caster?"

"Trick?" There was no sarcasm in Dahuang's tone. He did not have this function, but the meaning in the words was still there.

"Not to mention the Arcanist, you haven't even started yet."

Netheril has its own pride, even if it is just a magical creation.

The existing nine-ring mages may be considered figures in Faerûn, but they are just apprentices in Netheril.

The so-called arcanist, if replaced by Faerun's name, should be called a legendary mage.

As for the legendary mages, they have just come into contact with the secrets of magic. Which of those great arcane masters can not easily change the world, turn the desert into an oasis, and turn the ice fields into moist soil?

"Your request is only for the spellcaster, not the arcanist."

Tang Sen said this, but sat down again: "It doesn't matter, I can continue."

He walked towards Cui Xiang and said, "Can I borrow your spell book?"

The spell book is the most important tool for a mage. Every mage will record all the spells he masters or knows in the spell book, so that when they meditate and memorize spells every day, they can record them in their own books.

In the spell slot.

Mages are very taboo about giving their spell books to others, which means sharing all their knowledge with others.

But Cui Xi obviously has no such taboo.

She naturally took out the spell book from her dimensional bag and handed it to Tang Sen. She just added: "This. You have to return it to me after using it. After all, this is the most important thing the teacher gave me.

”

Tang Sen raised his eyebrows slightly.

He opened a page at random.

"The finger of death, seventh-level necromancy spell, casting distance, 60 feet, spell components: v (speech), s (gesture), duration: immediately."

"You emit negative energy and penetrate a creature you can see within the casting range, causing it to suffer pain. The creature's constitution determines whether it can save the spell. If it cannot save, the creature will be killed directly and turned into a human being.

A zombie under your control will try its best to follow your verbal instructions."

"The spell model is as follows."

He raised his head: "Are you actually interested in necromancy spells?"

Cui Xi suddenly felt a little embarrassed and said: "No. This spell book was a gift from the teacher."

"She recorded in it all existing spells of level ten and below."

Tang Sen: "."

Barn, Naomi: "."

"The Book of All Laws?" Ba En couldn't help but said: "I have heard of this artifact, but it only records spells of the ninth ring and below."

"No wonder Dahuang thinks you don't need the legacy of the Mage Tower at all." Naomi sighed in a rare way.

Cui Xi's face turned red and she lowered her head.

"Aren't you afraid that I won't return such a precious thing to you?" Tang Sen looked at Cui Xi with a half-smile.

"If we weren't partners, you wouldn't do this." Cui Xi said hurriedly.

The tone seemed as if Tang Sen's questioning was because she had done something wrong.

"Yes." Tang Sen smiled, lowered his head and flipped the spell book to the front.

It's strange that this book is obviously not too thick, at least not thick enough to record all the spells - after all, the spell content of the first level only occupies one page of the spell book, the second level takes up two pages, and so on, nine pages.

The magic of the ring requires nine pages to record.

And it’s even worse for legends and above.

"This book itself should have spatial rules."

Tang Sen did not think deeply and casually opened a one-ring spell.

"Grease, a first-level conjuration spell, casting distance: 60 feet, spell components: v (speech), s (gesture), (a small piece of pigskin or butter), duration: 1 minute, you are within the casting range

Specify a point within the area, and the smooth grease will cover a 10-foot square area centered on that point. Any creature standing within its range must use its agility to decide whether to save from this spell, otherwise it will stumble and fall to the ground."

This is a spell that requires words, gestures and even casting materials.

But Tang Sen ignored this at all. He just looked at the spell model of this spell.

Soon after, he raised his finger and pointed to a point.

"Grease Technique!"

A piece of greasy ground suddenly appeared, and Barn slipped and fell to the ground unexpectedly.
Chapter completed!