Wizards are mighty

Although he lost his body due to a "man-made accident", Vic was not panicked.

Anyway, things have come to this point, so why worry?

Unlike the wizard network terminals of apprentices or aliens, the wizard network terminals of formal wizards have higher permissions and are equipped with multiple sub-bodies of civilized wizards.

If wizards encounter danger in the outside world, the sub-bodies of these civilized wizards will provide different degrees of emergency protection according to the agreement signed by the wizards.

Emergency protection does not require wizards to spend rule power or wizard coins to maintain it, but is directly reimbursed by the civilized wizard.

Of course, in order to prevent wizards from abusing this function, if the number of activations is too many, the wizard civilization will also charge a fee at its discretion.

Generally speaking, emergency protection allows wizards to ignore any damage of level 6 and below.

This is the reason why Vic is calm.

If he really encounters a level 7 rule-level existence, then no matter what he does, he cannot change his fate.

But if the other party has not reached level 7, then he naturally does not have to worry too much.

It won't be long before rescue from the Wood Spirit Hunter Civilization or even the Wizard Civilization will arrive.

He just needs to wait here for a while.

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He casually scanned the area with his mental power.

Vic has developed a great interest in this world.

Since he's here anyway, he might as well explore it. Maybe there will be some unexpected gains.

And if he's not mistaken, this is the world ruled by the Xinbo civilization.

Although he has no physical body now, that thing is not important to rule-level life.

The soul can still call on the power of rules.

He can even temporarily create a relatively weak body if he wants.

After all, the body is really unimportant to wizards.

Many wizards even have multiple different bodies and countless clones that can be used at any time.

Just like clothes, they can be changed at will.

The reason for this phenomenon is very simple.

After they become rule-level life, the core thing that determines the essence of their existence is actually a set of rules in the multiverse, not the physical body.

Even the soul is just the manifestation of this set of rules.

For example, the trauma of Vic's soul now would be very troublesome if it were placed in the apprentice period.

But since he is already a rule-level life, he only needs to wait a little.

Time will help him repair everything.

However, this does not mean that the soul is dispensable to them.

After the soul is destroyed, the rule life can gradually reconstruct the soul and achieve resurrection.

But that is a situation that will only occur under natural conditions.

Most of the time, the destruction of the soul means that the target has lost most of its ability to act and can only be at the mercy of the enemy.

If there is no timely protection from friendly personnel, it is only a matter of time before the essence of existence is worn away by the opponent bit by bit.

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After waiting for a while, he mobilized some magic power to repair his own soul.

After confirming that there was no obvious danger around, Vic began to gradually descend from the sky.

Although he knew a lot of various protection and concealment methods, he did not use any of them.

Because the ancient wizard's exploration robe is in an activated state at this moment, the protection and concealment effects it provides are much stronger than the little things he knows.

It's a waste not to use it.

Until the rescue arrives, the sub-individual programs of these civilization magic tools should remain in the state of remote power supply.     It's a pity that the communication function is completely turned off in emergency mode.

He can't use it now, and can't ask his maid what's going on.

If I guess correctly, the Wood Spirit Hunter civilization should have been in chaos.

A formal wizard disappeared in their territory, and it was also involved in a powerful civilization that had never been discovered. This is a major oversight.

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"Cough... cough cough..."

The cough came from the corner.

In the simple room, a tall statue of God was placed in the center of the room.

An old man who looked quite haggard was lying alone on the bed in the corner coughing.

His health was not very good. He was old and sick, and he could only rely on his perseverance to torment the disease.

Because there was no one to take care of him at home, he couldn't work when he was old.

So the only thing he could do every day was to lie on the bed and recite God's grace, pray, and then go to get some relief food to survive.

"Today... the Pope... the grand meeting..."

The pain was still quite severe.

In order to divert his attention, the old man picked up today's newspaper from the bedside and read it word by word.

Although he didn't recognize many words, he could roughly recognize what was written on it from those intermittent words.

The general meaning of this passage was that the church was about to hold a sacrifice this month, using the devout faith of the believers to please the gods and obtain blessings.

This was a very common thing in the Xinbo civilization, and it would be done once or even several times a month on average.

The old man narrowed his eyes and continued to read down.

"Welfare... distribution... regulations..."

"Substantial increase?"

After reading this, the old man suddenly felt happy.

The church people are really kind.

Since the end of the old era, they often give welfare to people every now and then.

Even a useless old man like him, as long as he puts a statue of God at home, and recites God's scriptures and prays every day.

He can get enough wealth to live on.

No wonder when his son and grandchildren were called away, the pastors told him that the future would be better and better.

Sure enough, they didn't lie to him.

"Cough... cough cough..."

The old man coughed violently again.

Suddenly he felt a little dizzy.

He put down the newspaper, picked up the cup he had used for more than ten years and drank a sip of water.

"This cold is really serious... I'd better sleep more..."

"God, please bless me and my children..."

"Our family are all your loyal believers. Your glory shines on us and inspires us."

"It's just... hey..."

The old man sighed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Maybe it was his son whom he hadn't seen for many years?