A strange human figure suddenly appeared on an empty floor.
Then, as the yellowish mist covering the strange human figure dissipated silently, a strange guy who was older than Domhnall and with wrinkles on his face that could barely make out his original appearance appeared.
He was hunched over, holding a yellow witch wand that was a head taller than himself. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were so white that no pupils could be seen. And his body was covered with a coat that had not been cleaned for countless years.
The wrinkles, stains and grease on the old witch robe have covered the original color of the robe, making it impossible to see its texture at a glance.
At first glance, this is simply a poor wandering wizard who has fallen into a state of extreme despair. He has no way of climbing into the elegant hall, and he should not appear in this observation tower, which represents the highest achievement of the Wizards Association.
It's a pity that not only did he appear here, he also accepted Domhnall, the association's vice president's proactive nod without changing his expression.
"Mastan, you are already the highest-ranking prophet in our association. Why, even you can't see clearly the future of this Greem?"
"Domhnall, as I said just now, someone took the initiative to cover up this young man's fate..."
"Doesn't that mean you can't see it?" Domhnall couldn't help but frowned and said: "Mustan, the association has not treated you badly in these years. The funds allocated to you prophets every year are the highest among all branches, and they also
The top floor of the overlooking tower is also given to you. Are you going to send me away with just this sentence?"
"I can feel that a powerful force of destiny is rising in the north. And she is always paying attention to this young fire wizard. If we prophets intervene, I am afraid... it will provoke an invisible destiny.
war!"
"War?" Domhnall sneered: "Since when have we wizards been afraid of war? We have raised you for so long, don't we just hope that you can come in handy at critical moments? What, you want to refuse?
My order?"
"Domhnall, we have been getting along very happily for hundreds of years. What happened to you today?" That Mustang raised his head, and his milky white cloudy eyes stared at this 'old friend' for a moment.
, hissed: "What is there in this young man that deserves you to go to such great lengths?"
"Danger... I sensed danger in him!" Domhnall frowned and thought hard: "It's just that I haven't been able to find the source of the danger, so I want to use your power to find out the reason!"
"I understand, then I'll... do my best! I'll go back right now, and with the help of the tower, maybe I can see more things..."
After saying this, Mustang struck out his witchcraft wand, and his entire body disappeared without a trace in a puff of rising light yellow smoke.
After Mustang's aura completely disappeared, Domhnall couldn't help but murmured to himself again: "The central part... is the most resource-rich and densely populated area in the entire Wizarding Continent. Our Wizards Association can't get it, and we won't.
Allow other forces to intervene, let alone allow it to grow there... Huh, Greem, it's best if you don't have the ambition to unify the central part, otherwise..."
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Looking at the tower.
Floor 777.
Looking down from here, there are layers of soft white clouds floating halfway up the tower, blocking most of the visual space. Only occasionally can a wisp of the earth be glimpsed through the gaps between the layers of white clouds.
Deep and vivid colors.
In Nuoda's witchcraft palace, as a puff of yellow smoke dispersed, Mustang's hunched and tiny figure appeared.
As soon as he appeared, he walked straight to the back of the hall with his wooden staff.
The hollow muffled sound caused by the wooden stick hitting the floor lingered in this empty witchcraft hall for a long time.
As the only level 4 prophet in the association, Mustang has an endlessly 'lofty' status. Although every level 4 wizard can occupy a floor to himself, only those who can occupy the top floor of the observation tower like Mustang can
He is the only one.
This... is both an honor and a burden!
Whenever the association reaches a critical moment, chief prophets like him become the guiding light that clears the fog and points the way forward for all wizards.
However, only Mustang himself, who has practiced the art of destiny, understands how powerful a force is needed to help a giant ship like the Wizards Association correct its course and always sail in sunny waters.
arrive.
During the thousands of years when Domhnall was in power, although the Wizards Association has always been stable and peaceful, it has also experienced several terrible and unknown disasters. It is precisely because of the foresight of the chief prophet, coupled with the
The huge power of the association's wizards has pulled the wizards' association out of one terrible whirlpool after another.
The position of chief prophet is not that easy to take!
At least, before Mustang, as far as he knew, three chief prophets had died under the terrible backlash of fate.
The position of chief prophet is not fixed.
Whoever can become the only level 4 prophet in the association can sit firmly in this position, issue orders, and enjoy the top-level resources. But these resources are not so easy to enjoy, and they often need to pay with their lives.
!
At each moment, there can only be one level 4 prophet within the association. Only when this prophet falls under the backlash of fate, will the association select the one with the best performance and the most powerful strength from among the many level 3 prophets?
Yes, retrain to level 4.
Before the death of this new prophet, the remaining prophets are always just a reserve and a kind of insurance!
Therefore, there is no kinship between the prophets within the association, but a competitive relationship between the red and the red. Those below are eager to climb up, while those who have already occupied high positions are trembling, lest one day
It became a stepping stone and victim for the association to reverse its destiny.
He may be able to control the fate of thousands of wizards, but he cannot control his own destiny.
From this aspect, Mustang is actually quite envious of his colleague who can call the shots in the north!
Perhaps, that is what the Messenger of Destiny should look like.
And he is just a poor slave crawling in front of fate!
There is only one person on the 777th floor of the entire observation tower, Mustang. This is a rule he has set, and it is also his only remaining pride.
At least until his death, he will never allow any outsider to set foot on his 'territory'.
As the chief prophet of the association, Mustang naturally has the highest level of authority in the Overlook Tower. His control over Taling Lafatus is second only to Domhnall.
This also allows him to mobilize the tower's energy reserves at will, maximizing the use of witchcraft energy to replace the power of destiny that needs to be consumed in the destiny ritual.
Looking at the tower...looking at the tower...
The reason why this tower has such a name is because it is the tallest witch tower in the entire wizarding world. Standing on the top of this tower, as long as your eyesight is good enough, you can even see the strange deep blue at the end of the sky.
That is the color of the endless sea!
After passing through the empty and lonely corridors, Mustang came to a spiral metal escalator, spiraled up the escalator, and finally boarded the astrological platform.
The layout of the astrological platform is very simple, it is a small space placed under the spire of the dome of a high tower.
Above the astrological platform is the spire of the observation tower. A ten-meter-long metal spike stands high, overflowing with frightening and terrifying witchcraft energy. The four walls of the astrological platform are hollowed out, and the high altitude is freezing.
The cold wind came from all directions, and when it penetrated the patterns on the metal wall, it made a shrill cry like a ghost crying.
In the center of the small space stood a circular stone pillar over one meter high, with a strange crystal the size of a human head inlaid on the top of the pillar.
At this moment, thick clouds are rolling inside the crystal, thick fog is swirling, and it is a place of complete chaos and confusion.
Mustang walked down the escalator into this small space.
As soon as he set foot here, he tightened the witch robe around him, but it still couldn't block the biting cold wind that penetrated from every corner of the robe and swept away the remaining warmth from his body.
This is a place of destiny that rejects any other power except the power of destiny.
Therefore, Mustang did not imbue himself with any heating or protective witchcraft. The witch robe he wore was the most ordinary fabric and did not have any special witchcraft effects attached to it.
If the fourth-level wizard hadn't been in good physical condition, he might have been in danger of freezing to death if he stayed here for an hour or three with his frail body.
The physical constitution of 11 points is undoubtedly too low for other level 4 wizards. But for Mustang, it is enough.
Due to professional reasons, their vitality is always in a state of serious loss. No matter how well they maintain their bodies and how high their physique is improved, after a large-scale destiny ceremony is held, their vitality will be almost absorbed.
If you want to peek into your destiny, you need to pay a price!
The association's prophets don't have as high an affinity with fate as the fate witches. If they want to peek at the direction of fate, they need to sacrifice their own lives. The most serious loss is the upper limit of physical fitness!
The moment Mustang's physical limit is cleared, it will be the moment he completely falls.
Before that, his upper limit of physical fitness was still 11 points, which was enough for him to do many things.
Mustang walked tremblingly in front of the stone pillar, stretched out his right hand to cover the crystal, and rubbed it slowly.
The huge tower energy spread up along the tower body, lighting up all the patterns and talismans on the four walls of the astrological platform, and even the stone pillar became brighter inch by inch.
Finally, when the witchcraft energy poured into the strange crystal, the entire spire of the observation tower became so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.
The wind strangely stopped!
The fog and clouds inside the crystal are also slowly dissipating, revealing a magnificent and strange world inside... (To be continued)