At the same time (?), in the Demon Swamp of the Turkic Swamp, in an underground amethyst palace, in a room used for rituals.
"Then," Grand Teacher Clara patted the surface of a large piece of parchment lying flat on the ground and blew away the dust, "Sit on it."
Bediwell took a look at the parchment and found that the parchment was very thick, almost as thick as a carpet. A magic formation was also drawn on it with special paint, although this formation was completely different from Bediwell's.
I don't understand. There is some kind of wonderful incense burning around the room. The incense with the sweet floral aroma makes people relax easily.
Bedivere didn't have the slightest suspicion, and just sat cross-legged on the parchment, facing the teacher Clara who was sitting on the cushion opposite. But even at such a close distance, the werewolf youth still couldn't see clearly what was hidden under the shadow of the hood.
He slapped the teacher in the face.
"Before the ceremony begins, let me check your spell fire." Clara spread her palms to Bedivere, "I must know what spells it has used recently and see its [limit]
]Where."
"It turns out that Teacher Clara doesn't know everything." Bedivere said jokingly, spread out his palms, and summoned the magic fire hidden in his body. The fireball seemed to have life, and as soon as it appeared
It was jumping, and it was jumping excitedly as if it was seeing its biological mother. It soon escaped from Bedivere's hand and fell into the hands of the great teacher Clara.
This is not a strange thing. Bedivere thought to himself. After all, the original curse fire was distributed from Clara. As a spirit body, it has been divided countless times, but it still remembers its original creator.
"Well," the great teacher groaned and waved her hands. Bediwell's spell fire in her hand turned into a ring of fire, and countless words began to appear in the ring of fire, all of which were Bediwell's words.
An ancient incantation that Weir cannot understand.
Are you looking at records? Just by reading these constantly changing runes, can you tell what Bedivere has done using this spell fire before? That would be really amazing.
"Necromancy... no, Necromancy Curse." Sure enough, after reading part of the record, the great teacher groaned: "Although he inherited the legacy left by other conjurers, the Necromancy Curse
Art is always an evil way."
"Sorry..." The werewolf young man scratched his head in embarrassment: "I just used it as a last resort in order to cross the demonic swamp. And my spell fire occasionally disobeys my command and uses it without authorization.
Spell."
"Okay. The past is in the past." Clara replied: "Even something as seemingly evil as the necromancy spell can be used for good deeds when it is used properly. The magic is inherently
There is no distinction between good and evil. Even a seemingly decent spell can be used for evil if used improperly, and vice versa. Moreover, spells are inherently misunderstood by many people, and we spellcasters are not qualified to discriminate against them.
Just a necromancer."
The same principle was mentioned by Lawrence before. No. Bedivere scratched his head. Those big principles that Lawrence said might have been copied from the great teacher Clara.
"Just promise me not to use necromancy spells in front of uninformed people." The great teacher then ordered, "No matter how much you explain, some people in this world just don't understand. Let such people see
When you use the Necromantic Spell, their reaction will not be pleasant to you."
"I understand." Bedivere replied.
"And then there is ------" Clara waved her hand again, making an action similar to turning a page. The heavenly book transformed by the magic fire changed in response to the great teacher's waving action, and the mantras on it changed greatly.
, and asked her for more consultation. Apparently she was looking back at the record of using spells before the spell fire, although she didn't know how far back she could go.
"Speaking of... how many spells can you look back on?" Bedivere asked curiously.
"This question is a good question." The great teacher replied while watching attentively: "By now, you should have noticed. The Curse Fire is also an independent spirit body. It has almost no self-interest.
Part of the consciousness is linked to the user who inhabits it. However, as a spiritual body composed of photons, some photons inside the spell fire will solidify into a stable structure. In other words, every time a spell is used, it will remain in it.
Leave a record in the [memory].
The [backtracking] spell I am using now is a special spell to view this record. The inherent photons retained in the spell's fire are a special structure composed of 256 base photons. The base photons only have positive and negative poles.
, Positive represents 1, and negative represents 0, which can be used to store binary data. Therefore, just a pair of such inherent photons can store 256 bytes of memory."
"Uh..." Bedivere was completely confused.
"You have not owned this spell fire for a long time. The formation of intrinsic photons takes time, so there are only 1024 pairs of intrinsic photons formed by it, which is enough to record 262,144 pieces of data. And only one-third of them are used.
The other two-thirds are written to record recently used spells, and the other two-thirds are written permanently, which will write down your commonly used spells into more simplified spells and save them, and constantly optimize the structure of the spells to facilitate your use in the future.
The same spell can be activated in a short period of time. Let me see... each recent record data occupies 1024 bytes, so after calculation, I can go back to 85 records at most."
"Uh." Bedivere was completely dumbfounded. He never knew that the spell fire in his hand was such a smart thing. It could also record data and continuously accumulate proficiency in frequently used spells.
.
"By the way, whether it is a spell memory that is permanently solidified or a spell memory that is temporarily saved in recent usage records, they all exist to allow you to activate the same spell faster. You should
You have to have a deep understanding. For example, when you first use fireball, it took a long time to prepare, but as the same [fireball technique] is used more and more, the time it takes to use fireball will become shorter and shorter.
." The great teacher explained: "This is one of the benefits of spells. It is different from other spells in that it will continuously optimize the spell code. Mages rely entirely on their own continuous practice, thinking that practice makes perfect. Who knows that the human brain can do it?
After all, things are limited, but what the spirit body can do is infinite. Even now, your spell fire continues to convert free photons into inherent photons, expanding its memory capacity. In a few days
In 2018, when the memory is more than doubled and the commonly used spells in the memory are optimized to a certain level, you should be able to use various spells with ease."
"Such advanced technology is actually misunderstood by the world as an evil way..." Bedivere hummed.
"However, we cannot deny this fact. Spells are a double-edged sword. Evil spellcasters who abuse spells to harm others do exist. Failed spellcasters who use spells indiscriminately and drain themselves dry,
It also exists. But all this has nothing to do with you, so there is no need to worry. Your body is a bottomless chaos, even if the fire of the spell wants to drain you dry, it can't do it."
Bedivere snorted.
"Really? Have you even used the Chaos Spell? It's too much. You really don't have to care about resources. People who can use the Spell without restraint are extraordinary." Clara continued to turn the pages and look at the records, and then hummed
road.
After reading a few more pages, she closed the unfolded book and restored Bedivere's spell fire to the state of a fireball. "Okay, I have a rough impression of how deep your [base] is."
Okay. Then readjust the output of the Spellfire according to your level. Stay still, the ceremony is about to begin."
The werewolf young man swallowed his saliva and sat upright.
Great Teacher Clara waved her hand, and flames appeared around the parchment. And because the parchment itself was a complete circle, the flames burned to form a perfect ring.
"Uh... it's burning." Bedivere was a little uneasy, fearing that if the fire continued to burn like this, he would be burned.
"I know it's burning. This is part of the ritual." Clara said: "This flame has no heat and is the same thing as the spell fire in your hand. Be quiet and sit still. Core code of spell fire
It takes a lot of time to transcribe, and your moving around will distract me."
"Okay..." Bedivere stopped talking. But the werewolf youth was still a little worried. He was afraid that being touched by the heatless flame would have any adverse effects. So at least he could sit there without being touched.
It must be where the flames hit. Sitting there, he didn't dare to move at all. He was only afraid that his tail would be burned, so he moved a little, pulled back his wolf tail, and pressed it behind his butt.
The flames were burning brightly, and soon turned into a wall of fire, surrounding Bediville. Although there was indeed no heat, it was still quite scary to be surrounded by a wall of fire composed of raging fire at such a close distance.
.The principle of this flame and the flame of the spell fire is that sufficiently dense photon clusters appear in the atmosphere, and then the excess light naturally overflows.
The spell fire in Bediwell's own body rose into the air and turned into countless fire pillars, which merged with the surrounding fire wall. Various seven-color lights began to intersect and change, and the flame was no longer just a simple fire.
It is not fiery red, but as colorful as fireworks, which is dazzling.
"Is this interference from Chaos... It will really increase my workload." On the other side of the fire wall, the great teacher Clara, who had been illuminated by the fire and could barely see clearly, seemed to be talking. The flames were burning brightly.
The voice covered most of her words, and Bedivere could hardly hear anything clearly.
"Keep your own mind, don't be swallowed by chaos!" Clara reminded with a louder voice, this sentence seemed to be directed at Bedivere.
What does "swallowed by chaos" mean? Bedivere hasn't figured it out yet, but he vaguely realizes that this is not the process that the ceremony should have. It is probably because of Bedivere's special physique. The ceremony is directed towards Liana University teacher Clara
The direction has changed beyond prediction and control!
Swish, swish, swish! The flames turned into a storm and rushed towards Bedivere. He was instantly ignited by the seven-colored fireworks.
No, not "ignite".
To be more precise, Bedivere was wrapped in the heatless flames, and his entire wolf turned into a seven-color fire wolf, which was gradually dyed deeper crimson by [Chaos].