"You have indeed become stronger, much stronger than the last time you came here." The fear named "Lennon Sivens" looked at Morsis in front of him and chuckled.
At this moment, the latter is holding his neck with the "Hunting Soul", and he himself has been restrained by the pollution effect of the "Mimetic Abyss".
"You are not as strong as you say." Morsis held the "Soul Control" in one hand and stared at "Lennon Sivens" with his eyes. As long as he dared to move, the sword would be fired.
Use attack spells.
"You don't have to be so nervous. I am your fear. In a sense, I am also you... In other words, at this moment, you have gained your own affirmation." He shrugged and said with a smile, "I
There is no reason to stop you, you can do whatever you want."
"Are you going to disappear like this?" Morses nodded, put away "Soul Control", but did not cancel "Mimetic Abyss", and asked casually.
"I will for now, but maybe one day in the future, I will come back in another form and stop in front of you." When the other party said this, his figure had begun to become illusory.
"Then...see you next time." Morses shrugged and said goodbye to his "fear". Then, the other party completely disappeared from the place, and the "Mimic Abyss" also gradually disappeared because it lost its target.
Morses took a few deep breaths on the spot to relieve the severe headache caused by the demonic spell just now. After a while, he raised his head again and looked at the crack that exposed a corner of the spiritual world.
"Finally we can go in." After muttering to himself, he stepped into the crack. Immediately, a feeling of dizziness came over him, and the scenery in front of him also changed instantly, from endless darkness to a quiet grassland under the moonlit night.
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Twelve ancient stone pillars were standing around him, and at an unknown height in the sky, a voice that seemed to come from another world was constantly whispering.
"Telmod...East...Telmod..."
"Telmod...East..."
Morses lay on his back in the center of the twelve stone pillars, his brows furrowed little by little.
"Telmod? When I came here last time, I remember that the whisper of the god Momoa was talking about this name... What is this? Well, judging from the east behind it, it is probably a place name.
"The East, does it mean my East, or the East where he is? If it is my East, it should be in the eastern part of the Eastern Continent or inside the Sea of ​​Tranquility, but if it is his East...
"'God fell on the wasteland' is what Yuehuang said, so the east where he is located should refer to the Ocean of Storms? Telmod, this should be the ancient name of the Third Era, if not
As for the corresponding literature, a single name is of little reference value.
"By the way, God Momoa didn't give me guidance this time like he did the first time. Is it because I haven't completed the task of 'Telmod, the East' yet?"
After thinking for a while, Morses stood up and looked at the stone pillars.
The first two times he came here, he was unable to observe the stone pillars carefully due to passive reasons, and this also made Morses' expectations for them reach a peak.
"The whisper of God Momoa can be heard in the spiritual space of all descendants of Momoa, so the descendants of Momoa dare not choose the transcendental class of the spiritual system. After all, without protection, the whisper of God in the unconscious state
It's enough to drive a transcendent person crazy." Morses approached the stone pillar, staring at the words on the surface of the stone pillar, and said to himself, "But I will not be whispered to all day long like other scholars among Momoa's descendants.
The artifacts surrounding it that can seal the whispers of God in the spiritual world must be of a high level!"
Morses was almost certain that he could successfully become a scholar because of these twelve stone pillars.
"By the way, Mr. Beller and that bastard Scola also know that there can be no scholars among Momoa's descendants, right? That's why they did that to me?" Morsis frowned, and this thought flashed through his mind.
idea.
This thought passed away in a flash, and Morses knew what the most important purpose was now, and he could not waste precious time on unnecessary thinking.
Although he doesn't have to worry about being suddenly kicked out of the spiritual world as before, he still can't stay here for a long time due to his limited mental power reserve.
"It's a pity, otherwise, it would be a good choice to exercise mental strength and practice spells here." Morses shook his head slightly, and then placed his eyes on the surface of the stone pillar, focusing on the lines of text.
The writing was generally in Derren, but it was different from the version widely circulated today, but Morses could still identify it.
"The Column of Calais, number eleven." Morses frowned and said to himself.
On the top of the stone pillar, there is this sentence engraved on it.
"Its name is the Column of Calais?" Morses then searched for the name "Calais" in his mind, but found nothing.
He did not know that there had been a great man named "Calais" in history.
But he did not pause here for too long, but continued to read.
"In the middle of the Third Era, the great 'Omniscient Eye' Mr. Calais visited the emperor of the Momoa Empire, the world's most powerful country at the time, and negotiated matters related to cooperation with the other party. The two parties reached an agreement, and this also represented
The ambitions of the Becket Empire can no longer be satisfied." Morses looked at it carefully, his brows wrinkled little by little.
This narrative technique is not like some official historical descriptions, but more like those so-called heroic epics. It uses a certain character as the protagonist to tell a history mixed with special elements.
"The Stone Pillar of Calais is a carrier for recording this epic?" Morses turned his head, looked at the other eleven stone pillars with a strange expression, and said to himself, "Well, that's right, maybe the person of Calais is basically
Fiction is made up of a real person... This kind of artifact that already exists in the spiritual world can remain in its original state for a long time. Generally, it requires a certain amount of support. Therefore, this epic is how the Calais Pillar can exist for a long time.
Reliance?
"Well, we have to look at other stone pillars before we can make a conclusion."
Morses didn't waste any time. After quickly looking at the stone pillar in front of him, he walked towards the other one.
Finally, when he had to exit the spiritual world due to exhaustion of mental power, he had already read the contents on the three stone pillars.
In the dark night, Morses suddenly opened his eyes. Ignoring the headaches caused by mental exhaustion, he immediately stood up and began to analyze with a frown.
"It's pretty much what I thought. What this 'Epic of Calais' describes should be the story of the legendary scholar Galledon Singer, the founding emperor of the Singer Empire." Morses tried his best to forget about it.
With a severe headache, he leaned against the edge of the bed and muttered to himself, "I originally thought that the words on the stone pillar would bring me some information that could enhance my strength, but I didn't expect that it was just an epic... Although there are many things that can be found in it.
It's a little secret, but it's obviously not going to give me anything real in the short term.
"Is it possible that the Calais Pillar can only play its current role? It can only passively defend my spirit? This is unlikely. This is a transcendent artifact left by an 'all-knowing eye'. How can it only have this
Any use?"
Morse's expression immediately relaxed. He took a long breath, shook his head, and said, "I'm too impatient. The recent situation has made me a little too eager to pursue power... Now that I know this is a high-level
How can I control a transcendent artifact with my pitiful mental strength?"
As a transcendent artifact with a rank of at least "seven", its mystery must be more than that, but the current Morses is obviously unable to fully grasp it.
In other words, you don't even have the right to use it.
"However, after defeating 'fear', the increase in mental power is really terrifying... No wonder high-level scholars can release such powerful and outrageous spells. Performing such an increase at that level will have a huge impact on the mental state."
The increase in strength is definitely very impressive." Morses relaxed his mind, observed his own changes, and said to himself.
Generally speaking, only high-level spiritual transcendents have the ability to look directly at their own "fear", and only they have the qualifications to enter the spiritual world.
"Who is my mother... This is an artifact precious enough to attract the attention of an 'all-knowing eye', and it was actually placed in my spiritual world." In the darkness, Morses lay down again, and at the same time
I sighed in my heart.
He didn't remember much about his mother Lianna, and he was even more confused at this moment.
"If necessary in the future, I have to go to the Singer Empire..." Morsis said secretly.
In the darkness, a series of slightly sad birdsong came from the window, and then, the window that was not closed tightly was blown open by a breeze, making a squeaking sound.
Morse's thoughts were interrupted. He quickly stood up, walked to the window, and closed it tightly.
Suddenly, he had a strange feeling, as if someone he couldn't see was staring at him outside the window.
"It seems that the state of mental exhaustion is really not suitable for thinking. It's better to go to bed quickly." Morse shook his head and reached out to push the window.
He felt a moment of resistance.
"You seem to have improved a bit, which is good news." Suddenly, a cold voice with a hint of laziness came into his ears.
Morriss turned his head sharply and looked out the window. He saw an illusory human figure gradually sketched out in the empty place just now. He had a lazy expression on his face and was holding the window with his right hand.
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"Scola!?" Morsis suppressed the shock in his heart and did not shout out. Three seconds later, he looked at the other party and whispered, "Is this the transcendent ability of the 'Soul Shepherd'?"
"It's just driving souls. Such unconscious ghosts are all over the streets." Scola replied nonchalantly. He then stretched out his left hand that had been placed behind his back and handed a letter to Morses.
"What is this, a plan?" Morses asked doubtfully after borrowing the letter.
"Of course not. Didn't I tell you I'll give it to you on October 4th?" Scola shrugged and continued, "These are some lower-level spells and magic circle principles I collected, most of which are second-level.
And the third level...well, they are basically some flawed demonic spells, but they are very helpful in improving strength in a short period of time."
Morsis was stunned and subconsciously looked at the letter in his hand.
