Chapter 61: The Starry Sky Monthly Pass Over Your Head)
In the small living room of the "Real Secret Realm", Douglas saw Franks.!
Because he failed to advance to legend, many magic rituals that can last for more than five hundred years cannot be used. He is already quite old, with sparse and pale hair, skin full of wrinkles, and extremely eye-catching age spots, but his blue eyes
The eyes are as deep as the sea, as if they carry wisdom accumulated over countless years.
"Franks, why are you here free? Are you planning to hold a Lich Transformation Ceremony?" Douglas asked casually. As a member of the Affairs Committee, when the war has just been decided and everything is waiting to be done, he should really be too busy to see anyone.
Already.
Franks shook his head and smiled: "To become a lich, you have to give up many of the enjoyments and desires of being a human being, and may even be invaded by negative energy and become extreme and crazy. It is really not a good choice. I am still undecided and plan to wait for a while.
Wait and see if there is still a chance to recognize the semi-solidified world."
"Your idea is very good. The development speed of arcana and magic in the past ten years has been so fast that it scares me. Maybe it won't be long before a new arcane theory or new achievement is proposed for you, so that you can put forward your accumulated experience over the years.
Transformed into a semi-solidified basis for understanding the world." Douglas nodded slightly, agreeing with Franks' choice.
In his mind, this stage of crazy arcane development was preluded by Felipe's research on cellular memory and officially started by Lucien's submission of the periodic table of elements. He seemed to have seen the birth of two new legendary magicians, so
When Vicente tried to exonerate Felipe from the demigod lich incident, he agreed and allowed the proposal to pass smoothly.
Franks chuckled and said: "Your Excellency Speaker, it is indeed very likely that there will be new arcane theories or new results that suit my current bottleneck soon, but they are also more likely to blow my head off, especially Lucien = Ivan
Si, this headshot, headshot devil."
Douglas smiled and shook his head, knowing that Lucien was already "notorious" in the hearts of magicians: "The progress he has brought has not yet been fully demonstrated. Maybe in three years, maybe five years, or ten years, you will be able to see him."
The value of each new theory proposed."
Franks smiled and said: "Like "On the Electrodynamics and Mass-Energy Equations of Moving Objects"?"
Douglas's smile gradually disappeared, and he said slightly sadly: "Yes."
Franks continued: "When I saw this paper, I had a feeling that my confidence was completely destroyed, as if the cognitive world would collapse at any time, not because I was shocked by the genius of Lucien Evans, but because of my self-understanding.
Doubts about the arcane systems of the past hundreds of years."
"Sir Douglas, I have followed you since the late Dawn War. Step by step, you have established the Parliament from the oppression of the church and the swing of the nobles. Your theory of gravity and your system of movement have guided me to transform my thoughts into arcana.
Spiritual Lighthouse But now, one of the two lighthouses was suddenly declared to be a mistake and collapsed. I really don’t know what to believe anymore. I am like a ship in the storm. My eyes have become dark and I can no longer find my direction.
"
Douglas' voice lowered: "It's not a mistake, it's a low-speed approximation of the relativistic system."
The atmosphere suddenly became very strange, and there seemed to be an unspeakable silence and depression.
Franks looked at Douglas sincerely: "Sir, the low-speed approximation actually means that your motion system ignores too many things and has too many errors. It can only be applied in such a macroscopic state and time is space.
Space is time, and time depends on matter and is a function of speed. Don’t you think it completely subverts our understanding?”
"This is indeed different from intuitive understanding. It is hard to imagine. When I first saw it, I also felt that my life for the past thousands of years had been completely denied." Douglas admitted quite honestly that he has always had this attitude towards arcane issues.
Franks said solemnly: "Perhaps our past research was still very superficial and still on the surface of the world, not close to the reality at all, so this situation occurred. Maybe we are very far away from the reality of the world, maybe we are really close.
'When it is true, we will find that it is completely different from what we now think and insist on, and may even be what we are opposed to."
"Indeed, the more I delve deeper into the arcana, the more I discover my ignorance, whether it's time, space, matter, energy, or gravity, which I'm best at." Douglas's eyes showed confusion again.
Franks breathed out softly: "The reality of the world is beginning to exceed our imagination. There are more and more questions that we cannot answer. More and more things are pointing to the same thing. What is the nature of gravity? How did it originate?
How did it appear? If your celestial motion system is established, what was it that initially gave the force to the planet to rotate?"
"This is also a question that puzzles me. What exactly does gravity provide? How does it spread? How did it originate in the first place? How does the system of celestial body motion establish itself? Sometimes, I have to admit that the more we know, the better.
I feel confused, and the more afraid I am, maybe I was wrong from beginning to end." Douglas's voice seemed a little ethereal.
Franks's blue eyes became darker and darker. He spread his right hand and strengthened his tone with gestures: "Maybe we should look for an explanation philosophically. Maybe there really is a first driving force and a source of creation. In that case, gravity
The system, the celestial body movement system, can be perfectly constructed."
Perhaps he was facing an old friend and discussing arcane issues. Douglas did not hide anything, and said in a slightly dejected voice: "Sometimes, I can't help but think that there is probably a supreme being with a first
The driving force, otherwise the entire arcane system cannot be explained from the source, just like a villa without a foundation, it will collapse and be destroyed if a gust of wind blows."
The atmosphere became more and more strange and peaceful, and Franks' eyes seemed to flash with light: "In other words, without the first driving force, your gravity system and motion system will collapse."
"Yes." After Douglas finished speaking, he added, "At least that's the case for now, but maybe other arcane explanations can be found in the future."
Franks said in a low voice: "Then what is the origin of the whole world? Who am I? Who am I? Where do we come from? Where are we going? Can these questions be explained from arcane research?"! Not yet, we are still in the dark.
In the realm of philosophy." Douglas shook his head.!
Franks also shook his head and said: "No, it is a theological category. As long as we admit that there is a supreme existence and a first driving force, these problems can be explained."
Douglas opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but suddenly his pupils shrank: "Who are you? You are not Franks!"
Something seemed to appear in Franks' body, and his breath became sacred and peaceful: "You can call me Benedict III."
"Pope... What are you doing here? Where is Franks?" Douglas was not too panicked. In his own demiplane, in his own magic tower, even if the Pope, Silver Moon, and the Lord of Hell were really
When the Pope came, he had the confidence to fight--provided there was no magic spell. So he was not afraid of the Pope who was projected into Franks' body in a strange way.
The energy of the magic tower flows, and mysterious magic circles are opened one by one. The "real secret realm" outside directly enters the middle of the night, and the stars are dotted in the darkness.
Pope Benedict III just smiled at this change: "Franks was willing to let me project, otherwise I would have been able to project into the body of an unwilling archmage."
"It turns out that he is already a member of the church. No wonder so many things were leaked before. I have always suspected that there is a spy in the Affairs Committee, but I didn't expect it to be him." Douglas faced this spy who was the highest level, and felt only an inexplicable sadness.
An old friend who worked hard to establish the Magic Council turned to his sworn enemy in his later years?
In this regard, he was also very fortunate that this time the "mushroom cloud" plan only selected a few committee members who had passed the trust test to know the general situation, and there was no Franks among them.
Benedict III said calmly and authentically: "Franks recognized the problem of the root of arcane magic, so he returned to the embrace of the Lord. Douglas, don't deny it. Your heart has begun to believe in the first driving force and the existence of a supreme being.
"
"Yes, I can't deny that I somewhat believe in the first driving force and the supreme existence." Douglas replied expressionlessly.
Benedict III showed a hint of joy: "Very good, if you are willing to accept baptism, you will be the first saint of the church, will be given the holy name by the Lord, and will become the pope in the future. You will discover the secret of godlikeness and truly obtain eternal life and happiness."
."
Douglas suddenly chuckled twice: "Just because I believe these things does not mean that I will believe in the God of Truth."
"Why? Don't you know the power of divine descent? Haven't you seen the projection of Paradise Mountain with your own eyes? If you are willing to join the church, I can reveal the secrets of the god-like realm to you now." Benedict III was a little surprised.
Douglas smiled and pointed to the starry sky outside the window: "Benedict III, you have probably only been to other dimensions and have never explored the starry sky like us magicians, right?"
"So what?" Benedict III didn't understand why Douglas said that.
Douglas rarely looked at the starry sky with enthusiasm and obsession: "Only if you have truly been there, can you understand how vast and boundless the starry sky is. Compared with it, I, you, Silver Moon, the Lord of Hell, and even the whole world
They are all so small, like dust on the ground."
"Even if I believe that there is a first driving force, I absolutely do not believe that such a great existence would hide in such a small world and compete with us, the vampires, for territory."
"Perhaps he will accept our prayers and make our hearts peaceful, but the 'God of Truth' who directly sends down divine grace and magic to encourage churches to compete for resources and territory in this world is different from the 'God of Truth' who alone is awe-inspiring.
Compared with the boundless starry sky, it is nothing."
Having said this, Douglas withdrew his eyes and looked at Benedict III with a smile:
"So, you are worthy of my trust?"
Benedict III's face was ashen. Douglas was indeed confused, but his confusion was in the wrong direction.
"I really want to know the secret of the gods, but I don't bother relying on this method." Douglas smiled calmly, "One day, you will find that we magicians are not the enemies of faith, because our vision is not as narrow-minded as yours.
, only limited to such a small place.”
"The future of our magicians lies closer to the 'reality', in the vast starry sky!"
Benedict III sighed: "Being like a god is more difficult than you think. Sometimes vastness does not necessarily mean truth. Higher levels and higher forms of existence do. Since you refuse, then I will leave.
.”
"Let Franks leave. He has the credit for establishing the Magic Parliament. I don't want to pursue his mistakes anymore, but please ask him to leave the Parliament." Douglas also sighed. Benedict III is obviously just a projection, and killing Franks will not hurt him.
At the same time, he planned to ask Helen, who was guarding Arlinge, to pay close attention to Franks' movements to prevent him from causing damage.
Benedict III didn't hesitate anymore and stood up and walked out of the magic tower. When he stepped into the teleportation array, Franks's entire body suddenly melted and condensed into drops of blood with holy light. Then this blood was painted with strange symbols and filled all the space.
The node is blocked, as if Douglas closed the demiplane on his own.
Douglas frowned and tried to open it, but found that it would take at least two days. He couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Is this a god-like method? By sacrificing your own projection and a nine-ring mage, you can temporarily seal off my half plane.
?”
He was quite grateful for this. If he waited for the church to be ready to attack, this method of making the magicians at the legendary peak unable to leave the demiplane temporarily would be very fatal, which would mean that they would be divided and attacked, and the parliament's original strength was
It is far inferior to the church, and if it is divided again, it will be destroyed.
"Fortunately, he started early and took the initiative in his own hands. However, what did Benedict III want to do?" Douglas did not think that he would go to war again at this stage, unless he wanted to use the credit of annihilating the church to surrender to the Parliament, so he was in a mood
Not urgent, more confused.
"Although the method just now carries the holy light, it is more like some unique magic of ancient magicians. It is strange and inexplicable. It seems that in the process of destroying the empire, the church gained a lot of classics."