When strong spiritual power creates ripples in the sea of souls due to intense emotions, it often rolls up a huge wave on the endless ocean of biological subconscious collections. Consciousness, one of the three elements of alchemy, has always been the source of all spellcasters.
The focus of the school's research is that many spells that can influence the minds of groups guide the generation and extinction of emotions by instilling emotions and ideas into the sea of souls. People with strong spiritual power will unconsciously affect the people around them with every move they make.
Every move involves the emotions and thoughts of countless people.
So what is the Sea of Souls? No one can tell clearly. Even spellcasters with second vision have completely different descriptions of the scenes they observe, let alone the millions of books in the Kama Taj Library.
The descriptions in stone tablets, scrolls and books from different civilizations written in different languages indicate that almost all phenomena observed by spellcasters are inextricably linked to civilization memes.
Some describe it as pitch-black space, where the souls of intelligent creatures are densely packed with light spots to form an undulating bright galaxy, with ferocious predators lurking under the ocean surface; others describe it as endless and invisible.
At the same time, it exudes a dizzying shimmer of light. Anyone who enters it can only stagger forward, stumble, and finally be kidnapped by deformed limbs protruding from the suffocating fog. No matter what the expression, no matter how it is...
It's called the Sea of Souls, Ether, Star Realm, High Heaven, Heaven, and Hell. The consensus among all spellcasters is that that spiritual dimension is too dangerous for creatures in the real plane.
"I knew this day would come sooner or later." When Casilios got off the car at the farm parking lot, his emotions became extremely heavy due to Salomon's influence, as if they were about to face a battle.
A life-long battle rather than a daily visit. "I was there when you were born, child, and I know that the destiny His Holiness arranged for you is the ultimate destiny of Kama Taj, allowing mankind to gain free will. Now you have the ability to fulfill this destiny
, but this does not mean that we mystics have lost their role. I can do more than that. Give me that thing..."
"What?"
"It's what you summoned at the United Nations Headquarters. I know you have been carrying that thing with you. I have read the technical details and the documents written by His Holiness. In addition to controlling combat robots, mystics can also control war engines."
"This is the last resort." Salomon took out the summoning scroll from his briefcase, "and it's only a special model."
Giant war engines with a height of more than 60 meters have a large number of crews used for maintenance and control. However, the crews of some special types of war engines are all replaced by hardware and intelligent components, and are almost completely automated. Only the control center
The artificially cultivated biochemical wetware of the fortress-type combat robot is directly connected to the synaptic sensor, allowing the mystic to sink his consciousness into the circuit of surging energy and the violent plasma core to interact with the semi-intelligent operating system, such as
Manipulate the war engine like you control your body. Although the technical route is different, it can be regarded as realizing Salomon's dream of flying a Gundam from the side.
Casilios took the scroll, opened it and took a look. "Item summoning, be creative."
Although he had expected it, Salomon's structure on this spell still impressed Casilios. It was streamlined, dexterous and very stable. The four-dimensional topological structure diagram on the parchment and the dense mental structure points were all created by him.
What was made and written corresponded one-to-one with the transmission beacon numbers and energy radiation waveforms on those special models of war engines. Cassilios used his more than ten years of experience as an arcane judge to create such a scroll from design to writing.
It will take an ordinary mystic at least two to three years to initially complete it. This does not include subsequent calibration, adjustment and testing - if you include the time of designing the war engine, testing and establishing laboratories, etc., this picture
The data on the scroll needs to be adjusted at any time, so this one alone is enough for an ordinary mystic to study for half a lifetime.
"I thought you would shrink the war engine into a toy and bring it over." He said, "It would be more scientific."
"Witchcraft is just a science that humans cannot use temporarily, just like..."
"It's like Asgard's science, I know, you've said it many times." Cassilios folded the scroll and put it in the inner pocket of his suit, and then pointed to his ear, indicating that he had not forgotten Salo.
Meng's thoughts. "Adjust your emotions. It's time for us to face Frigga and Odin. Don't let them see that you are ready for battle."
Starting from the parking lot, walk forward along the path with ankle-deep grass on both sides. After passing through the canyon and the rushing stream, you will enter a wide pasture less than 200 meters away. Lead-gray dark clouds gather in the distance.
On the ridge of the mountain, the familiar cabin is located at the foot of the mountain, overlooking the entire green pasture. The further you go, the colder the air becomes. Salomon and Casilios can be seen wearing palace costumes from a distance.
Frigga was sitting in a lounge chair in front of the porch, holding a book that looked ravaged by time while waiting for their arrival.
In the secret vision, every rock and every piece of grass here is engraved with golden runes. Even the endless waves, the rocks standing in the sea and the seagulls flying in the sky have become the symbols of this spell.
A part of the continuously running witchcraft spread from the ground to the sky, like gears interlocking in a huge machine. Salomon and Casilios even thought they heard the runes rubbing against each other and singing a long song in the sea of souls.
Elegy.
"I suggest you accept that personal gift. After all, this room belongs to you, and we have disturbed you for too long." Frigga moved her eyes away from the ancient-looking book and looked at the person standing there.
Salomon under the porch. Even though the inevitable death was coming slowly, her expression did not show any sadness, as if it was just an ordinary, uneventful afternoon. She said unhurriedly, "This is
A gift, short-lived people long for life, long-lived people despise life. Although your lifeline is blurry, I can still see the long future. I hope you can find the meaning of living in your long life.
Go in, he still wants to talk to you."
Salomon nodded, passed by the lounge chair, opened the wooden door and walked in.
Casilios initially wanted to follow him in, but Frigga shook his head. He had to stay outside the porch and nervously waited for the conversation in the cabin to end. During this process, Casilios kept his hands on his suit.
Near the inner pocket, Frigga glanced with interest. It seemed that after entering the barrier created by Frigga, he lost his sense of time. Cassilios was worried that the giant gunship in the sky was losing contact.
Then it would land suddenly, or the missile hanging high in the orbit would be suddenly launched, forcing him to take hostile measures - or worse, there was actually a conflict in the cabin, but he didn't know it. This kind of worry made Ka
Sirios felt like he was falling continuously. He saw the dark cliffs and the roaring poisonous dragon. The old petrified roots spread to every corner of the universe, and what was revealed under the petrified surface was a bright rainbow light.
I don’t know how long it took, but just when Casilios couldn’t hold it back and wanted to rush in to take a look, Salomon with a solemn expression opened the door and walked out. The stench of death wafting out of the dim room made him laugh.
Casilios shuddered. The temperature around the wooden house dropped sharply. The large green grass that was originally rustling in the breeze was covered with a layer of white frost. Two dark ravens stood on the wooden roof, not stopping for a moment.
The ground made a harsh cry, and two giant wolves with gray fur disappeared and appeared in the vast pasture.
Casilios didn't know what happened in the wooden house, but when he came out, Salomon's long black hair was also braided into a warrior braid around his ears, and his whole body exuded the smell of burning animal fur and the smell of blood.
, the originally clean skin and shirt were stained with sweat and ashes. What was even more eye-catching was his finger. On the hand that was already wearing many rings, there was another one with extremely powerful Asgard.
An art-style golden ring, with the roots of the World Tree, an evil dragon, and a large number of war blessings written in runes engraved on the ring with meticulous relief techniques. He could tell at a glance that it was the Asgardian Treasure.
Ropnir.
"Are you willing to take this oath?" Frigga raised her head and glanced at Salomon, who exuded a fierce aura. "Are you sure you are ready?"