Chapter 1874 Shining in the Sun Wheel Seventy-eight
Chapter 1874 The Glory of the World to the Sun (Seventy-eight)
The golden door was slammed shut, and from the looks of it, there was some kind of mechanism inside that locked it tightly. It couldn't be opened by just two or three people.
"Boss?! Are you okay in there?!" There was a sound of someone banging on the door hard, accompanied by Big Lawrence's shout.
"Fortunately, I can't die!" The werewolf youth also shouted with a higher voice.
"Mr. Bedivere, we will call the demolition team over immediately to see if we can blow the door open! Please be patient!" Academician Zuster also shouted.
"Oh!" Bedivere responded sarcastically: "Hurry up! I'm afraid I'll die of boredom here!"
Then the group of people outside the door seemed to have left in a hurry to move reinforcements--although Bedivere was very doubtful whether the golden door could be opened by blasting.
It soon became quiet outside the door.
"You are such an idiot." At this time, the strategist Eric repeated again, it was like complaining, but there was something in his words.
"Maybe." Bedivere replied nonchalantly, and at the same time pulled out a small dagger: "I just think you will die quickly if you are trapped alone in a place like this with a broken leg."
Then he went over to check on Eric's broken leg. The condition was very bad. The leg was severely fractured. The broken bone pierced out from under the muscle and skin like a broken piece of rotten wood. Because it penetrated the flesh, Eric
Ke's legs were bleeding profusely.
Bediwell could do nothing now. He could only take two silver scepters from the side and use them as clamping sticks to bandage and fix Eric's broken leg. Then he used the plug-in hidden inside the dagger to squeeze out a lot of medical treatment.
Gel, anyway, let’s stop the bleeding from little Lawrence’s broken leg first.
"Does it hurt?" The werewolf young man asked while treating the other party's injuries: "How did you cause such a serious injury?"
"It hurts, but it doesn't hurt. Remember? I am actually paralyzed all over, and I have almost no feeling below the neck. This broken leg doesn't hurt at all, it's just a little bit of discomfort at most."
"So------" Bedivere was about to ask.
"It's all the power of [miracle]." Before Bediwell finished asking the question, Eric himself answered: "To be more precise, it is [the second miracle------mass-energy creation]"
An application."
"That...is the same as Lancelot...?"
"That's right." Eric blinked, "I heard that Sir Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, can also use the [Second Miracle], or that his hands can use the Second Miracle almost unlimitedly, making real estate out of nothing.
Generate kinetic energy, right? My situation is similar to Sir Lancelot, but I can generate kinetic energy around my entire body, not just in the palms of my hands. Many people think that I use magic to control my body to move.
They have no idea that what I use is actually the [Second Miracle]. Thanks to the [Second Miracle], I can control this body and move freely like a normal person."
"That's really awesome." The werewolf young man agreed.
"Although, the amount of kinetic energy that can be generated seems to be limited." Eric shrugged: "It is probably enough to control this paralyzed body to continue moving. If you want to forcefully move the body, it will produce a force that the body cannot bear.
The power...will turn me into the virtue I have now."
He glanced at his broken leg. Just now, in an extremely critical situation, Eric kicked hard and sent his floating wheelchair flying over to help Bedivere block the most deadly rain of hidden weapons. It was because
The situation was too critical and he didn't have time to care about the force used, so he kicked his own leg off.
From this point of view, the second miracle is actually a double-edged sword.
"But I don't understand. Why save me? I'm not familiar with you." The werewolf young man asked.
"Do you still need me to explain this kind of thing?" Eric rolled his eyes at Bedivere: "You are currently the only person who can see the operation of [Yingqi Orb]. No one else can use that artifact except you.
If you die, maybe no one in the world can use [Yingqi Orb]? Then what I have been pursuing will never be found?"
"Oh, are you talking about [extraordinary logic]?" Bedivere remembered at this time that Eric had told Bedivere about this before.
Eric the Strategist has been pursuing the "Principle Beyond the Strings", the most mysterious and profound law in the universe, a law that transcends all laws. The "Principle Beyond the Strings" is also the ultimate goal shared by all magicians in the world.
Pursuing, the mages believe that "extraordinary principles" are the truth of everything in the world. As long as they can glimpse and understand it, all the problems in the world will be answered, and the mages will gain wisdom that is infinitely close to God.
"I am almost 100% sure that I saw [The Extraordinary Reason] the moment I was born. It is precisely because I saw it that I had the power of [The Second Miracle], and finally made this slave
The body that had been paralyzed since birth started moving again." Eric looked at Bedivere seriously: "But this is not enough, far from enough. Even if you can use the [Second Miracle] to drive this body, life will
I still have a lot of inconveniences. I have to carefully control the power of my body movement at all times. If I don’t pay attention, I will hurt myself like this. No matter how much I pretend to be a healthy person, I actually
I am still a paralyzed invalid. I am tired of this kind of life."
"So... do you think that watching [The Beyond the Strings] again can help you recover from paralysis?" Bedivere asked tentatively: "I still don't understand what the "The Beyond the Strings" is.
What is it? Is it so amazing?"
"That is the door of truth and the source of all wisdom in the universe. If you can glimpse what is inside the door, you can understand all the truths in the world. Isn't that the truth? It is because we [transcendents] have glimpsed the truth of the universe,
Only then can we have the ability to use [miracles]. If [truth] allows us to use [miracles], a magical skill that transcends the laws of nature and comes out of nothing, then using [truth] to restore my cursed body must not be
A difficult thing."
Hearing this, Bedivere suddenly frowned, as if he noticed something.
"Wait a minute. You said...a curse?" The werewolf young man asked doubtfully, "What curse? Why are you talking about a curse all of a sudden?"
"Oh, you don't know yet, right?" Eric the Strategist calmly revealed another shocking fact: "I have been cursed by my brother since I was born. It was he who cast a spell on me.
, which made me paralyzed."
"Wait...what?!" Bedivere was even more surprised: "You said your brother...that...big Lawrence?!"
Although Bedivere also knew that Lawrence was a magician (what an obvious thing!), but, that, Lawrence?!
"Wait, wait, wait, I'm confused--" Bedivere waved his hand in a panic, signaling Eric to stop talking and give him time to analyze: "Isn't that your brother?"
Doesn't he love you very much? I know there may be a little conflict between you brothers... But, isn't it? He? Cursed you? Made you paralyzed as soon as you were born!? Why? He is like this
Is he a vicious person? After all, is he really capable of doing this? In my opinion, he is just an ordinary magician, and his fighting ability is also very average------"
"Those are all illusions, Mr. Bedivere------" Strategist Eric said quietly: "I don't want to believe it either. But my brother's teacher, Grand Teacher Clara, told me personally that my brother might
He is the most gifted magic prodigy in the world today, bar none. Curses are all about talent. If you are talented enough, you can kill people without training. On the contrary, training in spells is for control.
It was formulated to control my brother's overly powerful talent. It is said that the great teacher Clara worked hard to control my brother's terrifying talent."
"It's unbelievable...!" Bedivere exclaimed in a low voice.
"No matter how unbelievable it is, it is a fact. If you don't believe it, go ask the great teacher Clara yourself." Eric replied calmly: "I don't know what happened when I was born.
My brother hates me so much and wants to curse me to be disabled for life. But what should have happened has already happened. There is no point in complaining anymore. It is better to find a way to remedy it."
"Even if you say so..." The more Bedivere thought about it, the more terrifying he felt.
"Let me advise you, Mr. Bedivere. Be careful about my brother." Eric lowered his voice and said, "He looks like he is carefree, lazy and decadent, but in fact he is a very scary dog."
Monster. Maybe one day he will curse you when you are not paying attention, and God knows what he will curse you into."
"No, don't say it." Bedivere became more and more panicked as he listened. He quickly said something to embolden his courage: "Isn't it difficult to cast a spell on someone? Isn't the spell just a more advanced form of hypnosis?
Everyone has a biological barrier like [Absolute Domain] to protect themselves, and generally they will not be cursed so easily."
After listening to the words of the werewolf youth, Strategist Eric suddenly sighed: "Mr. Bedivere, you don't know the nature of the spell at all, do you?"
"What?"
"Yes, strictly speaking, spells are a more advanced form of hypnosis. But they are fundamentally different from hypnotism. Did you know? [Spells] are actually used by the ancient gods and humans to [command] humans or orcs.
The spell used depends on the identity of the curser and the cursed person. The cursed person may be bound to be cursed."
"What?!" Bedivere was shocked again after hearing this information.
"Is this really that unbelievable?" Eric glanced at Bediwell: "I heard that humans and orcs are slave races created by the ancient gods and humans, right? They have never been created.
From that day on, the command "must absolutely obey the ancient gods" has been buried in the body. This is an absolute command at the level of genetic factors, which is passed down from generation to generation along with the reproduction of humans or orcs.
------You have to know that whether they are humans or orcs, they are [slave races] belonging to the ancient god-human race, and they have never had [free will] since ancient times."