While the knight hugging his helmet and kneeling on one knee was angrily demanding a full-scale war because the realm of God was desecrated by the Magic Council, the rest of the Cardinals in the Great Hall of Light drew crosses on their chests and shouted in unison: "We must We will use the holy light to purify those evil magicians and let them prostrate themselves at the feet of the Lord and repent. How can the realm of God be explored by mortals?"
Seeing the Pope holding a platinum scepter and a sacred crown, his face was as dark as water and he didn't say a word. Valencier, the leader of the ascetics in a simple linen robe, stepped forward and said: "His Majesty the Pope, Knight Stone's request On behalf of all devout believers, they are angry because of the blasphemy against the Lord. You can rest assured that the heretics in the north will definitely not take advantage of this to attack, unless they have abandoned their faith and abandoned the truth, but then their foundations will automatically I even think they will attack the Magic Council angrily."
Valencier is barefoot, has short blond hair, and a pair of unusually energetic blue eyes on his thin face.
Under the leadership of Valencier, more than a dozen cardinals who stayed in the Holy City, three giants of the Inquisition, and epic knights including Stone once again requested in unison: "His Majesty the Pope, please order the opening of the second dawn. War, recruit all forces to attack the Magic Council, leaving only the nobles defending the Dark Mountains."
Pope Benedict II raised the scepter of light in his hand, and his voice was old but seemed to contain the vastness of a world: "I am very satisfied with your devotion to the Lord, and I also feel the joy of the Lord's descent. But I want to ask you, you Is your faith in the Lord so fragile? Are you worried that the Magic Council can explore the mysteries of the gods?"
"Mortals can never touch the realm of God! Have you forgotten the Lord's instructions to us?"
His bright red cloak fluttered as if blown by the wind, and a huge and sacred aura of light suddenly emerged, which was ubiquitous and unpredictable.
Facing the Pope's question, all the members of the Cardinals in the Great Hall of Light were speechless, and deeply reflected on the source of their inner thoughts and emotions. In addition to the anger from the Lord's blasphemy, it also came from the reaction of their own faith, which indeed included a lot. Fear, worry that the Magic Council can study the mysteries of the gods like it did in the past when exploring the world, so I want to stop it, I want to nip this terrifying possibility in the cradle!
"If I say that I am not guilty, I am deceiving myself. The truth has been obscured by ignorance. I repent of my sins. The Lord is just and merciful. He will forgive me and cleanse me of all my sins." After a brief silence. , members of the College of Cardinals repented one after another.
Benedict II calmly listened to their confession before saying: "The Magic Council's exploration will certainly not be able to approach the realm of God, but their blasphemy is still unforgivable. Valencier, Bahá'u'lláh, you select some ascetics and night watchmen. Go to the Kingdom of Holm to help Philiber, hang the magicians, and judge their crimes."
"At the same time, you cooperate with some elves and druids in the Stroup Forest to create the illusion that we are about to attack, giving them an excuse to recall the druids who cooperate with the Magic Council."
"In obedience to your will, His Majesty the Pope." Bahá'u'lláh, the "Judge", one of the three giants of the Inquisition, and Valencier, the leader of the ascetics, saluted at the same time.
While other members of the College of Cardinals felt that the Pope's order was appropriate, they also had a strange feeling that something that seemed to be able to start an all-out war and disrupt the fragile balance of the entire continent had turned into an ordinary blasphemous incident.
"That's fine. Although we are the strongest, we are jointly suppressed. Starting a war hastily without preparation may lead to unbearable results. It is better to continue to wait for the sure opportunity." The members of the Cardinals changed their minds.
While drawing the cross on his chest, he exited the Great Light Hall.
Pope Benedict II put down his raised scepter and returned to his study. A cardinal who had been waiting there asked: "Your Majesty, in the information sent by Cardinal Philibert this time,
In addition to the news about the joint research between the Magic Council and the Druids on divine arts, there is also the latest Holm Crown Award and other matters."
"Archive this information for easy retrieval in the future. The most important thing at the moment is to deal with this blasphemous incident." Benedict II waved his hand without paying attention to other "little things".
This is not a purification sequence that needs to go down to every parish and every inquisition.
After the cardinal left and closed the study door, the pope looked calmly at the oil paintings of previous popes on the wall.
Underneath these oil paintings are written the names of each pope and the years from birth to return to the embrace of the God of Truth.
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"Charles I, 350-572 AD."
"Alfonso, 387-633 Sacred Calendar."
"Charles II, 408-686 AD."
"Benedict I, 474-745 AD."
"Gregory II, 548-796 AD."
Benedict II showed a smile and said to himself in an old and peaceful voice: "How can a mortal find the way to explore the mysteries of the gods?"
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Saturday morning, it was just dawning.
In a manor near the town of Saliva, Felipe was conducting magic experiments seriously and solemnly. Although he only came twice this week and did not stay overnight, his ruthless and powerful methods combined with the analyzed magic
However, Felipe didn't care about the experiment at all. He focused all his energy on using non-living substances to synthesize materials.
An important living substance.
As the light of the last alchemical array lit up, Felipe saw crystal products that were colorless at low temperatures.
He controlled his excitement and slowly heated it, allowing it to quickly dissolve into a colorless liquid at a low temperature, and a pungent smell was sensed by the magic array.
Felipe took a step back, released the identification technique, and quickly got the result. This was a fatty acid he wanted to synthesize, which is widely believed to be a living substance that can only exist in living bodies!
"There is no excuse to insist on the theory of human vitality." Felipe forced a smile on his gloomy and pale face, "I wonder how many of the old guys in the organization are willing to admit and accept it? Unless they modify the definition of living matter,
Otherwise, we must change our perception. This time I will overturn it, hoping to make it easier for other necromancers to accept it."
The theory of human vitality that he had believed in for more than 30 years was overturned by his own hands. Felipe's emotions were very complicated, ranging from joy to confusion, melancholy and excitement. If he hadn't been shocked by the professor's experiment on artificially synthesizing urea, he might never have lived forever.
I can't accept this fact, let alone change my perception.
Outside his magic laboratory, a man wearing a black hooded robe gently knocked on the door.
"Who?" Felipe, immersed in complex emotions, woke up and asked doubtfully.
An old and hoarse voice came through the door: "I, Traquair."
"Mr. Traquair? Why did you come to me so early?" Felipe asked casually and began to unblock the magic circle that sealed the door of the laboratory.
Traquair is a sixth-level necromancer affiliated with the Pale Hand. Currently, his arcane level is only at the third level. His strength has been stagnant for a long time and he cannot advance to the seventh level. He was sent to cooperate with Felipe to control the troublesome druids.
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As soon as the magic circle was lifted, Felipe suddenly woke up, and a great sense of danger arose in his heart:
"not good!"
Black tentacles composed of pure death power suddenly rose up in the laboratory. Once touched by them, the magician's soul will be contaminated and he will no longer be able to cast the highest level of magic.
At the same time, mummies wrapped in black cloth strips climbed up from the group of black tentacles one by one, and rushed toward Felipe in cold terror.
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In the "Lone Bergen" hotel, Lucien was looking at the project briefing, which summarized the problems encountered by arcanists in the process of seeking simplification. They all unabashedly described the progress of their experiments and the unsolvable problems.
The difficulty is, anyway, with this briefing, whoever publishes papers based on it in the future will have their arcane points counted.
"By analyzing the manure and other fertilizers commonly used by farmers, we can find that it does contain several elements, but the effect is not very good. At the same time, how to solve the problem of mass production of manure? If you raise a lot of animals, they will consume a lot.
of food..."
"Previous experiments have proven that the growth of plants mainly depends on water and sunlight. Now through magical analysis, we understand that they also need to absorb elements from the soil. Ore containing several elements can be crushed and sprinkled, but it has no effect.
"
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After the structural principles of divine magic were analyzed, the magicians began experiments with the cooperation of druids. However, the ore powder containing these elements that could be mass-produced was completely useless, so they decided to use alchemical products containing these elements next.
experiment.
"With the principles of divine magic and the cooperation of druids, I believe these arcanists can discover which alchemy products meet their needs." Lucien put down the briefing, put on his coat, and prepared to return to Arlinge to teach a few apprentices after breakfast.
As soon as he opened the door, Lucien saw Elestine and Ecthelion walking over with reserved but unconcealable smiles.
"Mr. Evans, I'm sorry that I can't cooperate with your experiment. We have received orders from the Royal Court and the Druid Council of Elders. We must return to the forest as soon as possible to resist the church's imminent attack." Ecthelion, who understood the inside story, did not panic.
Busy and graceful salute.
Lucien knew from their expressions that the matter was not urgent, maybe it was just an excuse, so he smiled kindly and said: "It doesn't matter, anyway, the data from the planting experiment gave me ideas and ideas."
"What?" Elestine and Exilion asked in surprise at the same time. Their brother and sister had tampered with the experimental data!
Lucien smiled and said: "From the fact that the oats partially added with water-soluble substances grew well under the magic of simply stimulating growth, and by comparing the experiments of other research groups, I can draw some conclusions and eliminate some unreasonable data.
"
With the results and the principles, how could Lucien not discover the anomalies in the experimental data!
"Ah." The two elves were a little embarrassed and depressed.
Lucien took out a paper he had written a long time ago "Comparison of data before and after several groups of oats and some conclusions using alchemical substances obtained after treating phosphate ore with sulfuric acid as fertilizer": "I am going to the manor outside the town to report to Gao
The high-level arcanists will submit their reports, Your Highness the Prince, Your Highness the Princess, will you come together?"
"Go on your own." Ellestine looked listless. She wanted to destroy the paper but was afraid of Lucien's strength. At this time, Theodore and Julien also appeared at the other end of the corridor.
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The carriage drove slowly on the rammed earth road outside the town. Since it was winter, the sky had not yet fully lit up, and the surroundings were gray.
Suddenly, the Crown of the Sun on Lucien's chest produced a scorching breath out of thin air, and at the same time, the Destiny Star emitted a strong sense of danger.
This made him roll out of the carriage without much thought, and activated the five-ring magic "Powerful Flame Shield".
A black figure wrapped in a ball of rotting gas fell from the sky and hit the carriage Lucien was riding in. The iron bars quickly rusted and the wood quickly rotted.
"Hey, I actually escaped and couldn't silence you." An old and hoarse voice sounded in the hazy sky. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)