I Will Be The Crowned King

[I must praise your perceptiveness, dear friend; being able to discover the secret of this letter not only proves your desire for historical truth, but also your attention to detail. 】

[Believe me, for a conjurer, this is very important. 】

[And now that you have completed the most important ritual, what we need to do next is to make you a qualified spellcaster...]

Sure enough.

Inside the pitch-dark tent, looking at the blood-cured writing on the letter, An Sen sneered at the corner of his mouth.

After learning about the true identity of the "Black Mage", An Sen once mistakenly thought that it was because of the teacher-student relationship that the other party simply handed over the spells and rituals to him.

Now it seems that the ritual is only the first step; becoming a real spellcaster is far more than just a ritual; and the "black mage" can use the various links in the middle to lure or control himself, and he used.

It fits the style that an underground evil organization should have, no exception at all.

With a little regret, Anson turned his attention to the next line:

[As you know, the Church of the Blasphemous Order still slanders the old gods to this day; they claim that this 'terrible belief' is always accompanied by death and disaster; every large-scale plague, infectious disease and supernatural event We are concerned. 】

[But there is a saying 'the enemy is our mirror'; all kinds of slander, slander and fear are also reminding us that we must fear and be careful of the power we have. 】

[Therefore, as the first step of a spell caster, you must learn 'meditation'; this is a precious heritage from ancient times, a special technique that can help spell casters quickly master power and not get out of control-then the first step, Concentrate your consciousness so that it is not scattered. 】

Concentrating his consciousness, whether to disperse... An Sen, who frowned slightly, closed his eyes, and accompanied by a sharp tingling pain in his forehead, the picture that appeared in his consciousness made everything in the darkness around him clear at a glance.

Although he is very worried about the side effects of this "power", there should be no better way than this; now he can concentrate fully, and he doesn't even need to be distracted to "read" the content of the letter .

As the body and mind gradually returned to calm, strange things began to occur in the originally empty sea of ​​consciousness; Anson gradually found that the scope of his consciousness was expanding along with the scope he could "see".

Even more than that - in the previous attempts, Anson could only roughly estimate the range of his "seeing", and there would be a slight deviation as his attention shifted.

But now he can judge the distance very accurately, and even has the illusion that "everything is under control":

Lisa, who was yawning constantly outside the tent, patrolling back and forth vigilantly;

Get up early, Karl, who handles the internal affairs of the private regiment with dark circles under his eyes;

The recruits who just finished their guard duty and fell asleep in the trenches...

Their expressions, demeanor, small movements, and even the soil under their feet, the cold wind blowing by their ears, the morning mist rising in the air... Everything is in sight.

It's not like "seeing" at all, it's closer to the level of reach.

Even the action of "looking to the next line of the letter" has changed from an action that needs to be completed to a simple idea.

He "wanted" to know the content of the next line, and it came to his mind without looking at it, no more, no less.

[After completing the first step, you must have discovered the terrible power of this kind of power. 】

The elegant blood-colored handwriting perfectly fits Anson's current thoughts.

[According to ancient books, conjuration is a kind of power that 'denies and tampers with reality'; in ancient times, those powerful conjurers were often regarded as gods by believers, or mastered some kind of natural power. messenger. 】

[This is of course nonsense - dear friends, you must have found that the range you can control and sense is limited, and this is the range you can 'deny and tamper'; The power of it is built around it. 】

[Within this range, you can negate and tamper with reality at will: speed up time, make water burn, and turn flames into flowing streams... So, the following content is involved. 】

The writing paused here, and the "Black Mage" seemed to be hesitating.

[Of course, such a powerful force does not come without a price: first of all, the range you can tamper with is very limited; secondly, each spellcasting needs to be prepared in advance, and there is a limit to its use. 】

[The principle is more complicated, because the preparation process for each spell casting is very long, so the conjurers a long time ago thought of a way to save the 'ready' magic and release it when it is used...]

After reading the second line, Anson probably understood the relationship between conjurers and magic.

That is to say, "magic" to conjurers is like a loaded rifle; even further, even the rifle has to be "designed" and "made" by itself - casting a spell is only an instant, but the preparation is very long .

You must first design the magic you want to cast in your mind, and then perfect it bit by bit according to the "drawings", and the scope of the design cannot exceed the scope that you can "tamper" with.

For example, if he "imagines" a meteorite to fall, the premise must be that he can tamper with a range that covers the entire sky.

Or if he wants to design a powerful 24-pound explosive bomb, the first premise is that he will not be killed.

And as the design, or the content of the reality of denial and tampering, becomes more elaborate and complex, with more steps and layers...the more time it takes.

No wonder the "Black Mage" reminds himself to pay attention to details... If you don't pay attention when preparing spells, you will end up disastrous when you cast spells.

Considering that being able to "memory" (ammunition reserves) is the upper limit of existence... There are indeed many limitations to this kind of power.

But at the same time, the advantages are also terrifying - the first is the ability to fight quickly, and secondly, since magic can be memorized and prepared in advance, that means...

[You don't really need to prepare or even create a magic from scratch: as early as 550 years before the saint's calendar, after the first spellcaster recorded his original magic in a book, many magics have been preserved in written form. . 】

[Most of them are kept in various secret or heavily guarded places, or destroyed by the orderly church, or hidden in a certain historical document, waiting to be discovered by future generations...]

[And very fortunately, I happen to have such a magic book belonging to conjuration and magic at hand. Now I officially give it to you. 】

[Dear friends, all you need to do is to repeat the process step by step according to the methods and steps recorded above, and then you can successfully complete the preparation and memory of a magic. 】

Well, another "lucky" - if the "Black Mage" was here now, he would probably be looking forward to seeing his shocked and grateful expression?

Gradually calming down, Anson, who was sitting cross-legged in the same place, began to refocus his attention, and began to prepare the first magic of his spellcaster career according to the method recorded on the letter.

Thirty minutes later, there was a slight tingling pain in the heart of the chest.

Along with the ability that began to dissipate, An Sen, who slowly opened his eyes, picked up the letter from the ground without a word, and folded it into the shape of a paper airplane seriously.

She opened the curtain, and outside the tent, Lisa was already leaning against the wall and fell asleep, with a gleam of crystals hanging from the corner of her snoring mouth.

The expressionless Anson "rubbed" the magic that he had memorized in his consciousness on the paper airplane in his hand according to the method he remembered just now; he sighed, and gently threw it to Lisa who was sleeping.

The light paper airplane took off in the wind, and just as it was about to fall, it burned without warning.

"Bang!"

The dazzling fire flashed in the air, and the sleeping Lisa was awakened from her beautiful dream.

Looking at the scattered ashes and Lisa with a stunned expression, Anson's face showed a sincere smile.

[…This is a very ancient spell, according to rumors, it is a part of some powerful magic. After thousands of years of scattering and loss, only the last part is left. It is called by many spellcasters in the image of…]

[Gathering flames. 】