Casting spells

"We are a civilization based on magic. Is there any problem with the lofty status of spellcasters? Isn't it because of this kind of preferential treatment for spellcasters that Darente civilization can achieve today's brilliant achievements." The speaker frowned and questioned. .

Obviously, he doesn't think there is any problem with doing so, and he is even a beneficiary of this unequal system.

"Ah! You are right. The Darente civilization can have today's brilliance, indeed it is inseparable from this system with a large amount of resources tilted towards the caster. But don't forget that the most important thing for a civilization is not only knowledge, technology and Power also includes the abstract part of thought and culture. Just imagine, the Darente civilization has continued to this day, has there been any famous literary works? Or is it a great master of art that can be extolled from generation to generation?" Boy Asked with a half-smile.

"Hmph! We don't need those boring things at all." The speaker did not hide his contempt at all.

As he showed, the vast majority of Darente people are [-]% pragmatists, and they have no interest in things like art, philosophy, and culture at all.

In fact, although there are a small number of personnel engaged in these tasks in the entire hierarchical society, their status is not even comparable to that of the most ordinary expeditionary soldiers.

"Look, that's the problem." The boy shrugged. "Excuse me, if your civilization encounters an unprecedented catastrophe, and all accumulated knowledge, technology and elites are destroyed, then what can support the survivors to rise again and continue the splendor and glory of the entire civilization?"

Undoubtedly, this question caused the Speaker to ponder for a long time.

Because the development of Darente civilization was not smooth sailing, but experienced a real catastrophe.

After the war with the gods ended, it was the power of faith that supported them to find a new direction of development, which is the current magic system.

No guess!

It is faith!

It was those guys who once worshiped and obsessed with gods madly, launched this unprecedented cruel war, and then voluntarily gave up the powerful power they were once proud of, just so that the dying civilization could be reborn from the ashes.

But right now, the Darente have lost their faith, leaving only their endless thirst for knowledge and power.

If civilization suffers heavy losses at this time, the most likely thing to happen is definitely not to unite to fight disaster.

On the contrary, the expeditionary forces that have spread to various conquering worlds will definitely take the opportunity to break away from the control of the parent star, and either choose to separate themselves, or join forces to conquer each other.

Even if there is a winner in the end, it is inevitable that Darente civilization will not be able to return to its heyday.

After being silent for a long time, the speaker finally took a deep breath and said with a slightly self-deprecating tone: "It turns out that you don't agree with us not because our knowledge is not rich enough, our technology is not advanced enough, and our strength is not strong enough, but because we are not mature enough. You can’t stand up again no matter how many disasters you have experienced like a truly mature civilization. Besides, are these all your own thoughts?”

"No! The second half is my brother's idea." As he spoke, the boy glanced at the magic item that the other party always carried with him from the corner of his eye.

He could feel that there was an astonishing amount of energy inside this small accessory, but it wouldn't affect most magic users.

You don't need to ask, you know, this is what the Shadow Guards dream of, the weapon that can easily kill them...

Chapter 390 Five Days of Becoming a Captive

With the short conversation over, the boy's day once again resumed its day-to-day experimentation.

Since he neither tried to escape, nor did he try to cause any damage, nor made any small moves during the whole process, the Darente gradually relaxed his vigilance.

Although he hasn't touched the more than 1 forbidden magic circles on his body, it is no longer restricted to move freely within a fixed range.

But those guards didn't even know that all his disguises were for one thing, and that was to get the magic equipment carried by the speaker.

For this reason, he even allowed the experimenters to extract their own "genes", and then gave them to the female offspring of those congressmen, intending to breed a large number of mixed offspring, and then manually screened and eliminated, and finally only kept those without defects and powerful talents , Slowly integrated into the upper ruling class of Darente.

But it's a pity that these guys full of ambition and desire simply don't understand that no matter how many times they try, they will never be able to achieve even a single success.

Because as a reincarnation, the boy is destined to surpass most of the life in the material universe from the moment of birth, so his genetic genes have unimaginable reproductive isolation.

Not to mention the Darente civilization, which is still in the position of a mortal, even if the gods come, they can't come up with any good solutions.

……

"Well, is there any progress in the experiment?"

The boy stood in front of a translucent container, staring at the clone that was exactly the same as himself, but the chest and brain were dissected and asked.

Normally, when a person sees a life that is exactly the same as himself, he will involuntarily have a strong emotion of fear, let alone a half-dissected corpse.

But he was lucky, not only did not have the slightest fear, but he also ate snacks carelessly.

"Sorry, there is no new progress yet. However, the experiment the day before yesterday found an interesting phenomenon, that is, when trying to endow clones with souls, their brains will generate a lot of information feedback. Two research teams are working day and night, planning to Decipher all the feedback information. The speaker believes that these information centers hide huge secrets." The male Darente researcher explained without looking back.

"Feedback information? I see..." The boy pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile.

But soon, he returned to his usual casual look, and slowly continued walking along the corridor.

The busy researchers didn't notice it at all. At the moment of leaving, the red light symbolizing danger on the complex instrument behind kept flashing, but after about two or three seconds, it returned to calm again.

In fact, not only this clone, but wherever he walked in the entire laboratory, all the clones trembled slightly uncontrollably, and some even opened a pair of black abyss-like eyes.

Later, they quickly closed their eyes and returned to deep sleep.

About two or three days later, when the speaker and several congressmen came to the secret laboratory again, preparing to preside over an important experiment in person, the boy soaked in the container suddenly raised his head without warning, and asked meaningfully: "You Do you know what the stupidest thing in the world is?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" The speaker suddenly had a very bad premonition.

"It's literally. Do you know why those clones have no signs of life feedback? The answer is actually very simple..."

The voice just fell!

All the clones in the hundreds of culture tanks in the laboratory, even those that had been dismembered or disemboweled, opened their eyes at the same time, grinned and said, "Because I am their consciousness! I It is their souls! Every clone you create is equivalent to my clone."

"Damn it! Quick! Cut it off..."

A researcher obviously realized something, and frantically rushed to the device responsible for providing energy to the cultivation tank, as if to press the most conspicuous red button on it.

But unfortunately, it was a step too late in the end.

Just as he ran to the front, before his arm could drop, a storm of energy like a mountain roaring and tsunami swept across every corner of the laboratory.

boom!

boom!

boom!

A large number of precious and sensitive instruments caused violent explosions one after another under the baptism of the storm, the most violent of which was undoubtedly near the speaker's position.

In order to resist the flames, shock waves and deafening noises, he had to activate a lot of defensive magic, but he kept backing up again and again, so that many of his belongings fell during the backing and impact, including the one used to deal with the shadow guards magic weapon.

When the energy storm gradually dissipated, naked boys came out of the translucent broken containers one after another, each exuding astonishing energy.

"Oh—my God! He's right, we're so stupid." A congressman's eyes widened, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Although the clones in front of him are not as powerful as the boy himself, under the control of his own consciousness, the destructive power that erupts in a short period of time is definitely enough to make every Darente present unable to eat. .

"Block the laboratory! Immediately! Immediately! In addition, activate the highest level of protection measures, and no matter what, he cannot be allowed to escape." The speaker gave the order with a sullen face.

"Ming...understand!"