Throne of Magical Arcana

After receiving the scroll, Lucien's mood gradually settled, and he asked curiously: "Teacher, you keep saying that you did a lot of ridiculous things when you were young. What are the ridiculous things?"

Hearing this, Fernando stared and roared: "Don't inquire about things you shouldn't inquire! Go back and analyze the 'spell trigger'! Don't think that you can be promoted to a higher level with the ceremony!"

The sudden roar startled Lucien, and he hurried out of the room. When the door was closed to cut off the sound, Lucien shook his head in amused and puzzled way: "The absurd things the teacher did seem really absurd!"

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Five days later, at the headquarters of the Magic Council, on the thirty-third floor, there was an empty hall.

On the floor of the hall, a human body-like strange magic circle is carved with the blood of the banshee and other precious materials. The head, left chest, palms and feet are covered with spell lines, like beating dark red ones. heart.

"Lie down on the magic circle." After Felipe arranged the basic magic circle, he let Lucien and the Storm Master come in, lest they learn this special soul ritual "Blessing of the Banshee" secretly.

Lucien took off Holm Crown Ring, Ice Avenger Ring, Ogre Gloves, Immortal Throne Robe, Boots of Dodge, Sun Crown Amulet, Fireweaver's Bracelet and Arcane Emblem , magic badges, and handed them to Avris, who was eager to see through, "for safekeeping"-this kind of soul ritual must not be interfered with by any magic items.

Aferis temporarily acted as a coolie but didn't find it troublesome. His amber eyes stared at the ornaments in his hands, and he licked rings and amulets with his tongue from time to time, completely ignoring the progress of the ceremony.

Lucien, who was wearing a white shirt and skinny pants, walked slowly to the side of the magic circle, and lay down in a fixed position, while Felipe took out six huge bone nails made from the teeth of a high-ranking banshee, with a very bad tone Authentic: "Don't cry out in pain."

After speaking, he picked up a bone nail engraved with complicated and strange patterns and stabbed it hard on the back of Lucien's right hand.

This unknown material was so sharp that it pierced directly through the body of Lucien's second-level knight, and was nailed into the magic circle below.

Although he was mentally prepared, Lucien gritted his teeth. Pain was an unavoidable reaction. Fortunately, he had also experienced more painful injuries, so he did not yell.

Drops of blood that shone with the light of the silver moon spilled out, dyeing the banshee's bone nail red, but soon, the color quickly faded until it disappeared, as if it was completely absorbed by the bone nail, and slowly injected into the lines of the magic circle inside.

After the left hand, right ankle, and left ankle were all pierced into bone nails, Felipe gently pierced the remaining two nails in the center of Lucien's forehead and heart. They entered shallowly and almost only pierced the skin, but they seemed to have a mysterious connection with the magic circle behind Lucien, and they stood still like that, as if they had pierced Lucien's brain and heart.

After finishing all this, Felipe took a few steps back, chanted the mantra lightly, and the lines on the magic circle slowly lit up.

The incantation was gentle, like a song, and the power of sleep penetrated from the bone nails and the magic circle, making Lucien's eyelids heavy, and his thoughts diverged involuntarily. He remembered that he had been analyzing the half-finished "" Spell Trigger", remembering that I took the time to "improve" the structure and materials of the magic crystal lamp, and handed it over to Arthur and Florence for appraisal from the perspectives of different professionals.

"Wind from the land of rest, please blow through this helpless soul, blowing without stopping." Felipe held up his black magic wand inlaid with various gemstones, and used the deadly magic wand created by the Meshket Empire. The language of the spirit chanted the mantra.

A huge light white gemstone on the magic wand was shining, and Felipe's windbreaker fluttered like a bat's wings, as if there were really waves of decaying breeze blowing by.

Lucien felt the breath of the wind in a trance, bursts of hypnotic voices came with the wind, and his soul drifted even more.

"Fire from the wasteland of bones, please warm this helpless soul, and let him be blessed for a long time." Felipe circled a third of the way, chanting again in the language of the dead.

After a while, pale and invisible flames burst out from the magic circle. They didn't cause any damage to Lucien's body, but they made Lucien feel warmth and his soul became more pure.

Fernando, who was on the sidelines, half-closed his red eyes, and seemed to see through the illusory pale flames a monster wearing a black robe with a scythe, and the wilderness with countless undead creatures wandering behind it.

"Cold from the silent hell, please surround this helpless soul, and let him get eternal peace." Felipe made another third circle, and a silver gem lighted up.

The endless cold silence wrapped Lucien's soul, making it more solid.

After all this was done, Felipe raised his left hand high and let out a silent scream.

The six bone nails soaked in Lucien's blood twisted like snakes, and illusory shadows rose up.

These are beautiful but distorted female phantoms. Their upper body is white and naked, and their expressions are painful and disturbed. However, driven by Felipe's screams, they all opened their mouths and sang.

The singing is beautiful and the melody is beautiful, but only the soul can hear it. Lucien vaguely saw strange ripples in his soul in the singing, slowly absorbing the liquid flowing in the magic circle.

Two minutes later, cold sweat appeared on Felipe's forehead. He put down his left hand and took out a strange all-black mirror from his arms. It was not only dotted with small magic gems, but also had scarlet "leaves" and pale and empty eyes. With a ferocious banshee face.

The mirror was thrown by Felipe, floating above Lucien's head without any support, and the completely black mirror that couldn't show a figure was aimed at him.

The difficult and awkward necromantic incantation spit out from Felipe's mouth, and all the gems on the magic wand shone brightly, attracting Avris' attention.

The mirror trembled slightly, and the phantom singing of the Six Banshees turned into howling, excruciating pain, and the all-black mirror slowly cracked, revealing white, empty eyes!

In the pupils, black and distorted figures seemed to be dancing strange dances.

Seeing this extremely strange eyes, Lucien immediately felt that his floating soul suddenly rose up, drifted through the clouds, floated across the starry sky, and met his own destiny star, and then sensed that in the endless distance, there is no way to escape. Wherever you touch, there seems to be something that is remotely connected to your soul.

It is "looking down" on itself with a superior attitude!

The lines of the magic circle suddenly jumped strangely, as if they had come to life, and then all curled around Lucien's body, and were deeply immersed.

Lucien's soul was pulled back to his body violently, and he trembled seven times, completely awake.

"My promise has been fulfilled, and I don't owe you anything." Felipe took out a white handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He said a word with a gloomy face, and turned away without looking back.

Lucien's head was slightly dizzy, and he couldn't adapt to the state of his soul. After a few minutes passed, the bone nail stuck in his palm floated up and turned into a little powder.

"Spiritual power and soul can already interfere with reality..." Lucien confirmed with a little emotion that his speed from intermediate to high level is probably the fastest in the history of the Magic Council, but it is in exchange for future promotion speed. of.

The bone nails shattered one by one and turned into powder. Lucien stood up as if he had not been injured. The magic circle carved on the floor had completely disappeared.

"What does the last eye represent?" Storm Master Fernando whispered doubtfully.

A great arcanist like him sees the essence directly through fancy and complicated magic rituals. For example, he knows the power he borrowed very well, but he doesn't know what's going on in the last step.

Recalling the weird feeling at the end, Lucien asked half puzzled and half anxiously: "Teacher, at the end of the ceremony, my soul seemed to be connected with something very far away. Is this normal?"

If it was an ordinary ceremony, Lucien would not have dared to ask his teacher, for fear of revealing the secrets of the Soul Library, but now this "Blessing of the Banshee" ceremony, Fernando does not understand, and any weirdness can be pushed to it go.

"This is because the foundation is weak. You don't know a lot about high-level knowledge." Fernando sighed slightly, and said seriously, "Almost every high-level magician will have a similar weird feeling when he is promoted. Part of it can be detected when the soul can interfere with reality. It is generally believed that it is an illusion image of the essence of the real world after the interaction between the cognitive world and the real world."

"It's not my problem." Lucien felt relieved. In the future, the slowdown in promotion speed can barely be tolerated, and my advantage in world cognition can make up for a lot, but it will be troublesome if there are some difficult-to-heal soul wounds due to this.

Fernando glared at Afres, and let him return the item hanging on his paw to Lucien in grief: "Take a good rest for a week, get used to it, and don't be too busy holding a promotion ceremony."

"Yes, teacher." Lucien would not make fun of his own soul just to catch up with this time.

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Magic Council, twenty-eighth floor, high-level warehouse area.

"Red dragon scales..."

"The sap of the Scarlet Demon Tree..."

"The green spirit-eating flower..."

"Six Sunstones..."

"The ghost's brain..."

"Ghost's 'tears'..."

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"Commissioner Evans, here are the materials you want." Smith, the five-ring magician guarding the warehouse, handed him the materials exchanged by Lucien, and couldn't help asking, "It's Commissioner Evans, you want to be promoted to a higher level gone?"

Many of the materials needed to advance to high-level magic rituals are rare items and are relatively expensive. Therefore, all five-ring magicians who have reached this pass can apply for help from the magician management department. The council will provide the most complete resources and the cheapest price— ——Half price, so Lucien came directly to exchange the materials after holding the certification documents issued by the affairs committee, but he almost spent all the arcane points and golden tales on his body, and only collected one-third of them.

It seems that the annuity income for the next three years must be mortgaged to the teacher, and the subsidy from the council and the will of the elements must be given to Alferris as its monthly salary in the future, so that it can pretend to be me every once in a while. , Lucien thought "heartache", and "smiled" to Smith: "I'm just preparing in advance."

Is there any advance exchange for this kind of thing? Smith looked at the back of Lucien leaving and was very puzzled. He had only heard of going out on an adventure and collecting some materials by himself, but he had never heard of anyone coming to the warehouse to exchange them in advance. The warehouse will not run away!

"It seems that Commissioner Evans is really going to be promoted, this speed..." Smith couldn't describe his mood.

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Seven days later, Lucien stood again in the hall where the ceremony was held before, feeling a little uneasy, because the ceremony to be promoted to a high-level magician is much more difficult than the "Blessing of the Banshee", and the chance of failure is very high, and almost ten of them meet the conditions Three or four of the fifth-ring magicians who were promoted failed, and those who forcefully promoted themselves were probably even more dangerous.