Throne of Magical Arcana

In the small living room of "True Secret", Douglas saw Franks.

Because he failed to be promoted to legend, many magical rituals that can last for more than five hundred years cannot be used. He is quite old, his hair is thin and pale, his skin is full of wrinkles, and his old age spots are very eye-catching, but his blue eyes The eyes are as deep as the sea, as if carrying the wisdom that has been washed and washed by countless times.

"Franks, why come here when you have time? Are you planning to hold a lich conversion ceremony?" Douglas asked casually. As a member of the affairs committee, when the war was just decided and everything was waiting to be done, he should indeed be too busy to see anyone.

Franks shook his head and smiled: "To become a lich, you have to give up many enjoyments and desires as a human being, and you may even be attacked by negative energy and become crazy. It is really not a good choice. I am still undecided and plan to wait a little longer. , to see if there is still a chance to recognize the semi-solidified world.”

"Your idea is very good. The speed of development of arcane arts and magic in the past ten years has been so fast that I feel horrible. Maybe it won't be long before a new theory or new achievement of arcane arts suitable for you is proposed, so that you can accumulate years of experience. Transformed into the semi-solid foundation of the cognitive world." Douglas nodded slightly, agreeing with Franks' choice.

In his heart, this stage of crazy arcane development was preluded by Felipe's research on cell memory and officially started with Lucien's submission of the periodic table of elements. He seemed to have seen the birth of two new generation legendary magicians, Therefore, when Vicente tried to exonerate Felipe from the demilich incident, he agreed and let the proposal pass smoothly.

Franks said with a chuckle: "Your Excellency, it is indeed very likely that there will be new arcane theories or achievements suitable for my current bottleneck in the near future, but they are also more likely to explode my head, especially Lucien Evans. This headshot, headshot demon."

Douglas smiled and shook his head, knowing that Lucien was already "notorious" in the hearts of magicians: "The progress he brought has not been fully demonstrated, maybe three years, maybe five years, ten years, you will see it." The value of the new theories he put forward."

Franks smiled and said, "Like "On the Electrodynamics and Mass-Energy Equations of Moving Objects"?"

Douglas's smile gradually disappeared, and he said with a little regret: "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. This was not because I was shocked by the genius of Lucien Evans, but because of my self-awareness. Doubts about knowledge, doubts about the arcane system of the past few hundred years."

"Your Excellency Douglas, I have been following you since the late Dawn War, step by step from the oppression of the church and the swaying of the nobles to establish a parliament. Your theory of gravity and your movement system are guiding me to transform my thinking into arcane magic. Spiritual lighthouse, but now, one of the two lighthouses is suddenly declared to be a 'mistake' and collapses. I really don't know what to believe. I am like a ship in a storm. My eyes have become dark and I can't find it anymore. to the direction."

Douglas lowered his voice: "It's not an error, but a low-speed approximation of the relativistic system."

The atmosphere suddenly became quite strange, as if there was an unspeakable silence and depression.

Franks looked at Douglas sincerely: "Your Excellency, 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 because of this "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 cognition?"

"This is really different from intuitive understanding. It's hard to imagine. When I first saw it, I also felt that my life in the past thousand years was completely denied." Douglas admitted quite honestly.

He has always had this attitude towards arcane issues.

Franks said seriously: "Probably because our research in the past was still very superficial, it was still on the surface of the world, and it was not close to the reality at all. That's why this happened. Perhaps, we are still very far away from the reality of the world. , and perhaps, when we do get closer to 'truth', we will find that it is quite different from what we now think, insist on, and maybe even oppose it."

"Indeed, the more I study the arcane, the more I realize my ignorance, whether it's time, space, matter and energy, or gravity, which I am best at." Douglas' eyes showed confusion again.

Franks breathed out lightly: "The reality of the world has begun to exceed our imagination, more and more questions we cannot answer, more and more things are pointing to the same thing, what is the essence of gravity, it originally How did it come about, and if your celestial body motion system is established, what is it that first gave the force to make the planet rotate?"

"This is also a question that I am puzzled about. What is the source of gravity, how does it spread, how did it come into being in the first place, and how did the celestial body motion system be established... Sometimes, I have to admit that the more I know, the more The more confused and fearful I am, maybe I was wrong from beginning to end." Douglas' voice seemed a little ethereal.

Franks' blue eyes became deeper and deeper, his right hand spread out, and he used gestures to strengthen his tone: "Maybe we should look for an explanation in philosophy, maybe there really is the first driving force, the root of all creation, in that case, gravity The system and the celestial body operation system can be perfectly constructed."

Perhaps facing an old friend and discussing arcane issues, Douglas didn't hide anything, and said a little downcastly: "Sometimes, I can't help but think like this, maybe there is a supreme being who really has the first push Otherwise, the entire arcane system cannot be explained from the source, and it will be like a villa without a foundation, which will collapse and be destroyed directly after a gust of wind blows."

The atmosphere became more and more strange and quiet, and there seemed to be a gleam in Franks' eyes: "That is to say, if there is no first driving force, your gravitational system and motion system will collapse."

"Yes." Douglas replied and added, "At least for now, but maybe we can find other arcane explanations in the future."

Franks said in a low voice: "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 for the time being, it's still in the realm of philosophy." Douglas shook his head.

Franks also shook his head and said, "No, it's a theological category. As long as we admit that there is a supreme being and the first driving force, these problems can be explained."

Douglas opened his mouth. He was about to say something, but suddenly his pupils shrank and he said, "Who are you? You're not Franks!"

Something seemed to appear in Franks' body, and his breath became holy and peaceful: "You can call me Benedict III."

"The Pope... What are you doing here? Where is Franks?" Douglas was not too panicked. In his own half-plane, in his magic tower, even if the Pope, Silver Moon, and the Lord of Hell came, He also has the confidence to fight—provided that there is no god descending technique, so he is not afraid of the pope who is projected into Franks' body in a strange way.

The energy of the magic tower circulates, and mysterious magic circles are opened one by one. The "real secret realm" outside directly enters the night, and the darkness is full of stars.

Pope Benedict III didn't respond to such a change, he just smiled and said, "Franks is willing to let me project, otherwise I can also 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 always suspected that there was a spy in the affairs committee, but I didn't expect it to be him." Facing this spy of the highest level, Douglas had only a moment of inexplicable sadness. An old friend who worked so hard to build the Magic Council, betrayed his ideals and defected to his sworn enemy in his later years?

In this regard, he is also very fortunate that this time the "Mushroom Cloud" project only selected a few committee members who passed the trust test to know the general situation, and there was no Franks in it.

Benedict III said peacefully: "Franks realized the problem with the root of the arcane, 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 believe that there is a supreme being. "

"Yes, I can't deny that I have some belief in the first driving force, in the existence of the supreme being." Douglas replied blankly.

Benedict III showed a hint of joy: "Very well, if you are willing to accept the baptism, you will be the first saint of the church, you will be given the holy name by the Lord, and you will become the pope in the future, and you will be exposed to the secrets of gods, and you will truly get eternal life and happiness." An Le."

Douglas suddenly chuckled twice: "I believe this, but it doesn't mean I believe in the God of Truth."

"Why? Don't you know the power of the 'God's Arrival Technique'? Have you never seen the projection of Heaven Mountain? If you are willing to join the church, I can reveal the secrets of the god-like domain to you right now." Benedict III was a little surprised .

Douglas smiled and pointed to the starry sky outside the window: "Benedict III, you probably have only been to a different dimension, and you have never explored the starry sky like us magicians?"

"So what?" Benedict III didn't understand why Douglas said that.

Douglas looked at the starry sky with rare fanaticism and obsession: "Only if you have really been there, you can 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 The world is so small, like dust on the ground."

"Even if I believe in the first driving force, I absolutely don't believe that such a great existence would hide in such a small world and compete with us and vampires for territory."

"He may accept our prayers and make our hearts peaceful and peaceful, but the 'God of Truth' who directly sends down divine graces and spells and encourages the church to compete for resources and territory in this world is not the same as the 'God of Truth' that alone makes people Compared with the awe-inspiring boundless starry sky, it is really nothing."

Having said that, Douglas looked away and looked at Benedict III with a smile:

"So, He is also worthy of my belief?"

At this moment, the man who overcame many obstacles and established the Magic Council fully revealed his self-confidence and pride.

Benedict III's face was ashen. Douglas was indeed confused, but the direction of his confusion was completely wrong.

"I really want to know the secrets of gods, but I don't bother to rely on this method." Douglas smiled peacefully, "One day, you will find that we magicians are not enemies of faith, because our eyes are not like yours. Narrow, confined to such a small place."

"The future of our mages lies closer to the 'real', in the vast starry sky!"

Benedict III sighed: "God-like is more difficult than you imagine. Sometimes, the vastness does not necessarily mean the truth, but a higher level and a higher form of existence is. Since you refused, then I am now I'll take my leave."

"Let Franks leave. He has the credit for establishing the Magic Council. I don't want to pursue his mistakes, but please leave the council." Douglas also sighed. Benedict III is obviously just a projection, and killing Franks will not hurt him. He, meanwhile, intended to tell Helen, who was guarding Allinge, to keep a close eye on Franks, lest he wreak havoc.

Benedict III didn't say any more, got up and walked out of the magic tower.

When he stepped into the teleportation array, Franks' entire body suddenly melted, congealing into drops of blood with holy light, and then these blood drew strange symbols to block all space nodes, as if Douglas had closed the demiplane by himself .

Douglas frowned and tried to open it, but found that it would take at least two days. He couldn't help being a little surprised: "Is this a god-like method? By sacrificing my own projection and a nine-ring archmage, I can temporarily block my demiplane ?”

He was quite fortunate about this. If the church is ready to fight, this method of preventing even the legendary magicians from leaving the demiplane is very fatal, which means that they will be divided and attacked, and the strength of the council is originally It is far inferior to the church, and if it is divided again, it will end in destruction.

"Fortunately, it was launched in advance, and the initiative was in his own hands. However, what does Benedict III want to do?" Douglas didn't think he would go to war again at this stage, unless he wanted to use the credit for destroying the church to seek refuge in Parliament, so The mood is not urgent, more doubts.

"Although the method just now has a 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 has gained a lot of classics."

PS: Laughter version, Douglas: The journey of our magicians is in the sea of ​​stars!