Chapter 16
2021-07-05
Chapter 16 The Strange Call
“Secondly, as a Blue Star player, another world with a completely different knowledge system can also give me Bringing great help.”
“Thirdly, as the fourth son of the Olivendi family, this identity was my strongest backing before the family collapsed. If used properly, it is enough to exert amazing energy!”
“Fourth, as a former seventh rank Archmage and Imperial Family scholar, even if there is no powerful magic and spirit strength, the most crucial knowledge and experience are still there, which is also an invaluable Fortune!”
“Fifth, although the enemy is extremely powerful, it will not come in a short time, and there are still decades to prepare.”
Archmage is not a professional class, but an honorary title, representing the scholar among mages.
The title can only be assessed by the Imperial Family Magic Association if all the sub-factions of the current school have achieved a certain level of magical achievement.
Magic is vast. In today’s world where the Great Demon schools of law are extremely developed, an ordinary sorcerer can only barely grasp the sub-faction of his specialization in his life.
Only those who are truly geniuses can achieve a school-wide development.
Analyzing the five strengths she possesses, Anves’ eyes calmed down again.
The problem is very big, and it is useless to panic.
If all the forces of the Yar Continent were to be classified into a rank, then the Three Great Empires would be undisputedly superior.
The Continent Magic Council can barely squeeze into this stage with its Floating Void City, which is enough to threaten multiple ninth ranks.
The Olivendi family can only reach the 1st Rate Influence level if taken out alone.
But fortunately, he still has enough preparation time.
In my memory, those foreign enemies were not actually all against the family, but the old aristocratic class represented by the Four Great Families was too large and blocked everyone’s way.
Like the ancient primitive forest, those shadowy towering trees blocked the overwhelming majority of sunlight, rain and nutrients.
If low trees want to grow, they must use a fire to completely burn out the towering trees of the old nobles, and then absorb the rich nutrients left in the remaining embers to grow into new ones. Giant trees.
Thinking, Anves began to carefully analyze the new memory, looking for possible breaking points.
Unfortunately, little Anves’ wish was to restore the glory of the Olivendi family.
This means that he doesn’t need to face the new era head-on, just find a way to keep the Olivendi family in this wave.
Simply keeping the Olivendi family, he already has some vague plans based on what he remembers about the future.
The only problem is that the last silhouette surpassed the ninth rank, but not sure if it reached the Legendary, Anves is always thinking about how to deal with it.
Just as the emergence of nuclear bombs ended the Second World War, when forces beyond the limit of ninth rank appeared, all strategies were meaningless.
Or, use the power of the family to collect raw materials and use magic to build a tens of millions of tons of mass-energy conversion bombs?
But the other party is not stupid. As long as they are teleported hundreds of kilometers away at the moment when they feel the danger, they can completely avoid the killing radius and enjoy a spectacular fireworks incidentally.
Unless he uses some method to interfere with his teleportation, but the opponent’s strength has exceeded the limit of ninth rank, the general Space Imprisonment may not be effective for him. Moreover, nuclear explosions may not necessarily kill the opponent…
Anves also thought about setting up a device similar to an anti-magic force field, but the principle of this force field suppressing magic is actually suppression and blocking.
In other words, according to the principle of equivalent exchange, if you want to make this force field effective, then you must always pay an energy equal to the total amount of magic power that exists in the force field.
This is easy to understand. For example, if you want to blow up a balloon at the bottom of the water, then when blowing, the balloon itself must always bear the pressure from the water.
The problem of the energy source can be solved, just replace it with the element pool of the mage tower. The real problem lies in the material used to draw the formation mark.
Among the materials currently known by Anves, none of them can bear the energy output that exceeds the limit of ninth rank at all times.
The only good news is that there seems to be some kind of special restriction on the other side too.
Otherwise, Holy Splendor would have unified the continent long ago, not just once.
Thinking for a while, Anves, who had nothing to gain, raised his head and looked to the side of the reading area.
There is an ornate grandfather clock, the Ancient One from the time of the ancient Magic Empire.
On the dial of the dark silver, the skeletonized black hands rotate at a constant speed, and there is a faint but continuous sound of components running.
“It’s been a magic hour?”
After a moment’s start, Anves was about to get up.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a faint but attractive magical aura coming from a certain direction in the library.
There seemed to be something familiar to him that was calling to him in that direction.
Anves was completely oblivious to the existence of this aura, previously distracted by new memories.
But when he calmed down, this strange call caught his attention immediately like a black mole on his fair skin.
Some doubts sensed the source of the breath, cold and strange feedback came from the spirit, but with a sense of intimacy.
“This kind of feeling… is somewhat similar to that mysterious energy, but there are some differences.”
Anves’ complexion was slightly condensed, and a hint of surprise flashed in the depths of his blue eyes.
There is no such experience in previous life memory, in other words, his crossing caused some special changes!
“Before, I would read books here every day all, but nothing abnormal happened. Today, I can clearly sense this aura, which is nothing more than two possibilities.”
“One, new books have been added to the library. Two, it has something to do with my changes in the last day.”
Anves took out a silver metal nameplate, called up the library list, and checked it carefully. some time.
“There is no new book entry record in the library array, first may be excluded.
The only major changes in me are that I have obtained a complete memory of my past life, and absorbed All the strange energy.”
For some reason, from this chain of events, Anves instinctively sensed a strong sense of arrangement.
Is this also the effect of wishing?
Thinking about it, Anves closed his eyes and carefully sensed the location of the calling, and walked over slowly.
He didn’t relax because of that, little Anves’s wish was to revive the Olivendi family’s glory, not to guarantee that he himself would live forever.
Anves stopped after walking past many rows of ancient aura-lined bookshelves.
The bookshelf in front of you is located in the poetry collection section at the bottom of the library. The original books of ancient books with extremely high artistic value and collection value are collected by family members of all generations.
At this moment, his eyes slowly swept over many ancient books, and finally condensed on a large tome with a dark green spine.
“It seems to be the source of the breath.”
Anves stared at the book quietly, the silver metal plaque on his waist lit up slightly.
Invisible magic turns into a subtle spell effect, and the book automatically pulls itself out of the shelf and into his hands.
As soon as the book started, Anves couldn’t help but frowned with an extremely unpleasant, soft-bodied, icy, slippery touch.
He returned to the position he was used to, and carefully examined the heavy book in his hand under the soft rays of light of the magic crystal chandelier.
It was an ancient tome about ten inches long, eight inches wide, and two inches thick. The cover is made of a dark green material that resembles biological skin, with weird textures on it.
The corners and part of the spine are clasped with dull and unidentified metal, and a wide buckle, also made of dark green leather and dull metal, holds the front and back cover firmly together, like some kind of seal generally.
Two lines of pale-silver high elf words are written in the center of the cover, and the author uses an ancient fancy font to add a touch of elegance to this thick, ominous book.
Inscribed on the back cover of the book is a sun pattern, a pale-silver textured solid circle all around, surrounded by a conical sunbeam of varying lengths.
Anves can even feel a hint of warmth when staring at it.
“The poem of Hill?”
(end of chapter)