The cannon of rebirth, your uncle's ashes

Eagle was in a bad mood, very bad.

"Bastard! Is the translation ready!" Impatiently knocking on the prepared magic paint at hand, the high-magic conduction pen holder dedicated to drawing magic circles has also been cleaned and placed aside, the yellow parchment is quiet Lying flat on the marble tabletop, a mysterious array pattern was still blotted with ink.

"Ah, it's alright, alright..." He yawned, and marked the last symbol on the parchment with a quill, and then threw it to the old man Du Ze, bearded and staring at him.

"Idiot! Be careful! If I find out where you made a mistake in translation—" The little figure standing on the stool hurriedly caught the paper falling from the air, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Then you'll cut me into pieces in a crucible and burn it to ashes—old man, you have to repeat this sentence countless times these days, and my ears are covered with calluses." Insert the quill pen back In the inkwell, Igor leaned back, and the whole person shook the chair, "Furthermore, are you sure that the magic circle you drew must be correct? Don't draw it yourself. Yes, and blamed me for mistranslating for you.”

"Shut up! This old man is a skill that has been honed for hundreds of years! There is no need for you bastard to teach me!"

"laugh--"

Ignoring the lazy Igor, Grand Instructor Du Ze turned around and cast his eyes on the parchment that Igerbi had translated.

The so-called comparative translation refers to referring to the structure of the ancient magic circle and the circulation trajectory of magic particles, comparing the circulation of similar magic particles in the existing magic, and then referring to the magic spells of this existing magic to strip out the spells launched by the magic circle, so that Try to revive the lost ancient magic.

This is not an easy job. Just the first step of comparing the magic power cycle of existing magic requires the comparator to have a sufficient reserve of the existing magic particle cycle map.

And Master Du Ze still treats those temporary apprentices in the past, casually throwing a few brick-shaped notebooks of various magic particles in various departments that he has summed up throughout his life to Iger so that he can memorize them by heart before looking for himself , but I didn't expect that after more than a week, Iger memorized it, and was able to complete some comparisons and translations of simple magic circles.

What a gift of memory...

As for the current Igor, while continuing to store a large amount of new knowledge, it is already a matter of completing some moderately complex magic array comparisons.Even a picky teacher like Du Ze had to admit that Iger's appearance had indeed lightened his burden and greatly accelerated the process of the experiment.

After silently memorizing the spell on the parchment in his heart, leaving aside all other distracting thoughts, a trace of seriousness appeared on his old face, and a burst of low spells slowly spread out from under the white beard.

There was a gentle wind again in the laboratory, and Igor watched with admiration as the golden magic particles floating out of the hands of Grand Master Du Ze slowly extended along the pattern of the magic circle, and the magic particles contained in the magic fuel The steady output of magic power from Grand Tutor Du Ze gradually resonated, slowly gathering and rising, and the original thin magic power circulation gradually became thicker and became dazzling.

Then, at the last moment when a complete figure was about to be formed, the golden beams of light shook for a bit, and then scattered with a bang.

"Well--!"

At the same time, Great Instructor Du Ze suddenly covered his chest and let out a muffled groan, his body fell backwards involuntarily, while Igor stood up quickly to support his opponent's back.

"Are you all right, mentor?!"

Looking at the thin body in his arms and feeling the thin figure under the fabric of the other party, Igor gradually felt an indescribable complexity in his heart.

Sure enough, there are too many backlashes?

Such similar experiments are carried out every day, except for a few very simple magic circles, all others are the result of failure.And with the failure, the spell caster will inevitably encounter the backlash of magic power, even if it is as powerful as the Great Teacher, there is no way to continue to endure such torture.

Human beings are extremely fragile existences.

Iger couldn't help but have some doubts, why did the famous tutor Du Ze in the academic world want to engage in such useless research?He didn't hesitate to bear the consequences of the experiment failure at the cost of his body...

Ancient magic is named magic circle by people in the world because there will always be a magic pattern in the formation when the user uses it.It is rumored that the ancient magician can split the sky and the earth simply by casting the magic circle without relying on any foreign objects.

That was the era when the world was truly occupied by magic.

Although the magic circle has the effect closest to the current magic, because of the loss of the ancient magic application method, countless precious magic circle materials have become worthless pieces of waste paper by the way.

After a battle between gods and demons, the ancient battlefield was closed and no one knew where it was. The strong men of that time never came back. Occasionally, one day, a burst of black smoke filled the mainland, and when the smoke dissipated, all the magic warriors were terrified. It was discovered that all the magic particles would collapse as soon as they were separated from the body, and any species could no longer use magic power smoothly.

The world said that the monsters won the final victory in the battle between gods and demons, and the smoke that destroyed the demon warriors was a sign of their victory.

Later people discovered that by using some metals or objects as conductors, the magic particles that disappear once they leave the body can be reassembled, and magic can be cast by arranging and conducting on the conductors.As a result, magic on the verge of desperation was truly connected with martial arts, and became an existence similar to martial arts power boosters. The era of helplessness gradually passed, and new methods of using magic quickly became popular.

However, there are still some people who are dedicated to exploring the ancient magic that has gradually dissipated in history, looking forward to the generation that can shake the world with magic, those dazzling and soul-shocking skills.

However, the so-called research always ended in failure, and countless people lamented that there was a fundamental and insurmountable difference between the magic release methods of ancient people and modern people.

However, Grand Tutor Du Ze still insisted on researching, even spending hundreds of years of his life in it.

"Why do you keep going on like this, mentor?" Igor questioned, "I think it is completely correct that the so-called physical structure of creatures has changed after the war between gods and demons, so that the release of ancient magic power is no longer suitable for the creatures now. The inference is that ancient magic can no longer be easily applied to the present, and instead of spending a lot of time on researching reason magic, it is better to study how to make the use of existing magic more flexible and powerful."

"Hmph, bastard, you've only read a few books, and you believe in the so-called view that the ancient times are backward!" The teacher Du Ze, who was still a little out of strength, said angrily, but his voice was too small, which seemed to be too weak. Some cute.

Thinking back on those deep-rooted evolutionary ideas, Igor still nodded, "The evolution of creatures is inevitable. The smoke after the war between gods and demons is probably just a catalyst, speeding up the evolution of creatures themselves. But the backward use of magic way is doomed to be eliminated.”

"Then how do you explain the fact that ancient magic is so powerful that current magic is simply incomparable!"

"This is like the difference between the barbarians in the countryside and the nobles in the city. The barbarians in the countryside are naturally brutal and powerful in combat. Ten nobles may not be worth one barbarian, but even so, they cannot change their backward nature."

"Hmph, I really didn't expect that you still have such a discriminatory concept in your bones!"

"This is not discrimination." Igor tilted his arm slightly, so that he could better lift the tutor's thin body and carry it to the chair beside him. "This is the fate of talent."

The so-called destiny is not something that cannot be changed, nor is it something that cannot be fought. This is the fundamental creed that Iger can persist in surviving in this world.But at the same time, Eagle also always believes that the so-called struggle against fate is definitely not that easy, just as he, who has always failed to achieve results in his hard work, would also envy Orend, who is the protagonist and has a plug-in; It's like even if you hold the sharpest knife in your hand, you can't cut Miha's neck.

That is all fate, a fate that has been doomed since ancient times.

The so-called brave men in the history books are actually just working hard to fulfill their due destiny and get their due gifts.

The more you know, the more you fear fate; the more you experience, the more you hate fate.

In the dead of night, Eagle, who was practicing while hiding in the dense forest, looked at the bright moon and felt the urge to cry, but in order not to attract attention, he could only hold it back.

This grievance that had been accumulated for a long time seemed to be fully aroused at the moment when he finally fell down in the face of Du Ze's stubborn experiment.

Why no matter how hard you try, you can't achieve it?

Why is the so-called heaven rewarding those who work hard always just like the funniest joke?

Because it's not the main character?Because it can only be cannon fodder?Is it because it's a small trick to connecting luck?

What a joke!

In an instant, the power that once bloomed in the hands on the day of the first day of school awakened again, such dazzling brilliance, amazing power...

A hint of playful color flashed in Eagle's blue eyes.

Well, it's not such an important plot anyway, so what if it's a reckless gamble?

Ignoring the complex eyes of Grand Teacher Du Ze in his arms looking at him, Iger carefully placed the weak Grand Teacher Du Ze on the chair beside him, then straightened up and said respectfully:

"However, even so, as an apprentice as a mentor, facing such a hardworking mentor, he can only—"

"Mentor, please allow me to try."

Iger didn't wait for Grand Tutor Du Ze to say anything, then he got up and walked to the table, ignored the so-called incantation he had translated, and picked up the paper with the magic circle on the table, his mood gradually calmed down, and his fingers unconsciously Gently rubbing, my mind gradually recalled the feeling when the release was successful that day.

Concentrate on... concentrate on...then seek out those colored particles dispersed in the air...attract them...

Silently recalling the magic array just introduced into the eyes in his mind, the brain quickly decomposed the complex pattern into various identifiable colors of magic particles, and reorganized them one by one.

Is it interspersed like this? ...No, is it surrounded like that...Straightly presented...

Hearing Igor's petition, the great mentor who half-closed his eyes and rested weakly to recover suddenly stared, straightened his upper body and stopped him, "Don't think that you can release the magic circle casually after memorizing some magic particle loops." Now, the old man doesn’t need you to come—”

If he wanted to stop it, he stopped the moment his eyes touched Igor's movements, and his cloudy vision looked at Iger slowly moving his fingers on the drawing, as if he was drawing something, but he didn't even see the magic formation. None of the pages are touched.However, even so, the magic circle, which seemed dilapidated and gloomy due to the consumption of a part of the stored magic particles, glowed with a soft light after Iger made a gesture.

Unlike when I made it by myself just now, the light of magic power was slowly outlined along the pattern, but in an instant, the entire magic circle lit up.

This is--? !

At this time, Igor was completely immersed in a wonderful and mysterious feeling, only the blueprint and countless bright colored magic particles remained in his eyes, his mind was highly concentrated, his brain felt a little pain, but his nerves became more and more excited .

The golden light smudged, and inexplicably, Igor could feel a sense of comfort from the heart, as if the whole soul had been sublimated, and suddenly felt refreshed, the pores all over the body opened, and the body turned into tiny The particles scattered into the air together with countless magic particles around them.

An omnipotent sense of control...

His eyes were fixed on the shallow magic circle in front of him, as if there was some kind of mysterious pattern in it, and the next second his fingers pointed at the iron air force on the opposite side which was specially used to test the power of magic, vaguely, and Similar graphics slowly emerged on the paper, and began to slowly rotate and change like machine parts.

The arm was hot, and gradually began to tremble involuntarily. The feeling of power clearly gathering at the fingertips was as clear as if it could be touched by reaching out.

So warm...so strong...so heavy...

The feeling that changing hands can turn the world upside down...it's so beautiful...

This is power... is it?

To melt...with this gorgeous light...

"Let go now!!!"

There was a heavy drink, and the heavy voice rang in his mind like an alarm bell. Igor suddenly woke up from his obsession, his forehead was already covered with sweat, and after his fingers trembled convulsively, he couldn't hold on The magic circle suddenly extinguished all the light, and the fingers that had been used to touch the magic circle had turned into a scorched black, like a withered branch. As soon as he regained consciousness, there was a bone-piercing pain from the nerve endings.

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