After Karthus entered the Mage Tower to retreat.

Garen knew that everything was on the right track. Over the years, he and the goddess of magic had been consciously or unintentionally infusing Karthus with the framework of Ascension.

Although it is not a direct statement, it is only a vague suggestion, and it is enough to plant seeds in Karthus' heart.

For Karthus, he knew that the mighty power that could solve all of the Pherin Devils at one time was impossible in the main material world. It could only be the power of gods.

Arcanists do not believe in gods.

He does not turn to the gods for help.

Karthus wanted the mighty power of the gods to save Netheril, and for this, he needed to ascend to the gods, targeting the gods and launching them in order to capture all the mighty power of a god.

Now is the day when his retreat ends.

"With this kid's character, he wouldn't have just created the Ascension Technique, so he wouldn't discuss it with me and use it directly on the Goddess of Magic."

Garen thought to himself.

Karthus is an arcanist, a spellcaster.

If he wanted the power of a god, he would definitely want the goddess of magic in the first place.

This had already begun to emerge when he was a child.

But Garen wasn't too worried.

At this time, the goddess of magic knew that if she allowed the serious consequences of the ascension technique to be successfully performed on herself, under the circumstance that he was prepared in advance, even if Karthus did it directly, it would not be successful.

In the canyon, the silver dragon slightly closed his eyes.

The thick and long half tail submerged in the stream and swayed gently, and at the same time began to sleep soundly.

In Faern, Garen spends most of his time sleeping.

In the main timeline, due to the tightness of the war, he seldom sleeps and rests without worries, so after coming to this timeline, he can indulge himself.

Time passed quietly.

This time, Garen had only slept for a few days when Eorem's communication was interrupted.

The dragon opened his eyes and looked at the projection of time in front of him.

Time projection, the principle is similar to time transmission. Using the long river of time as a medium, you can project yourself over and communicate with the other party. If you use the power of time enough, you can even directly project your own power in the past. The world's launch ultrlong-range attack.

In the field of magic sunflower, because of the existence of suction magic, ordinary communication magic cannot be transmitted.

To this end, Eorem and Garon worked together to devise a time projection technique.

"Feelin's magic sunflower is ugly in human aesthetics. Don't you feel tired of staying with them in the magic sunflower field for so long?"

The silver dragon shook his head and said.

Felin's Magic Kwai grows like a big meat worm, and has a spiral-shaped mouthpart like a meat grinder, and deformed short limbs... If it is not a magical creature, they are in this form Can't survive at all.

Of course, Garen can also see the aesthetic side of Fei Lin Mokui.

For example, the sharpness of its mouthparts, the depth of the folds on the body surface, the twisted curvature of the limbs, and so on.

But he knows that in terms of human aesthetics, this kind of beauty is too advanced, and Fei Lin Mokui is very ugly and ferocious in the eyes of human beings.

"Fortunately, I'm used to it."

"Sometimes, I even think they're kind of cute," Eorem quipped.

After hearing Eorem's answer, Garen was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It seems that I underestimated your aesthetics."

The silver giant smiled narrowly, and said happily: "The noble king of magic sunflowers, you should be able to choose the beautiful magic sunflowers in the magic sunflower field at will."

Eorem shook his head helplessly and said, "Stop joking."

"I've come to ask you something serious, how is the child of Karthus?"

He was a little worried and said: "I see his final defeat, and I am worried that he is too heavy. If he loses his confidence as an arcanist, it will not be good."

For an arcanist with extraordinary potential, Eorem is more attentive.

"Oh? It seems that you have a good impression of him."

Garon said: "Don't worry, he is still fighting high. At this time, he has retreated to study magic, thinking about **** you."

The information located in the floating city, Fei Lin Mokui who lives in the ground is very slow to understand, so Eorem still does not know the state of Karthus at this time, so he came to Jialong to understand the situation.

"How, what do you think of this Netherlight?"

Garon asked Eorem.

Eorem thought about it for a while, and said seriously: "The talent is so extraordinary that I am ashamed of myself."

As a figure who gradually developed Nesser from a small country in the north to an empire of arcane masters, the arcanists that Eorem has seen in the past thousand years are like crucian carp crossing the river, but there has never been an arcanist. His magical talent amazes him.

After all, Eorem, the king of arcanists, is also a character with extraordinary magical talent.

But even so.

When Eorem was his age in Karthus, he was just an arcanist who had just mastered his first seventh-level spell, and he was still a long way from being legendary, let alone Not a great arcanist that ordinary legends can match.

At this time, Karthus, the biological level has reached the thirty-fourth level.

But his age is not more than thirty years old, and even today, he is twenty-four years old.

In the main timeline, Karthus has not grown so fast, but because of the guidance of Garen and the Goddess of Magic, his strength has risen rapidly like a rocket.

"And his temperament doesn't seem to be bad at this time."

Eorem thought for a while and said, "When the war subsides, I can safely hand Nether to him. As the king of arcanists, I have sheltered Nether for too long, and it's time to abdicate and give way."

Garen nodded and teased in a serious tone: "This way you can build a harem in the magic sunflower field with peace of mind."

Eorem glared at Garon and said, "If you want, I can help you gather some beautiful female Fei Lin Mo Kui, just right, I know that the dragon has the aesthetics of all races, and Fei Lin Mo Kui is not a problem. Bar."

Garon laughed and changed the subject.

"When Karthus creates the Ascension Technique, there is no need for you to lead the Fei Lin Mokui to fight the Nether Empire."

At this time, the main reason for the struggle between Feline and Nesser was to create a controllable external pressure, allowing Karthus to create the Ascension Technique.

Eorem, an arcanist, was also curious about the spell itself.

Moreover, Gallen stated at the beginning that his purpose was to ascend to the gods, Gallen helped Eorem, and Eorem would also give him what he wanted for this.

"It's just that when you decide to stop the war, I don't know how the Lord of the End of All Things will react."

Hearing Galen's words, Eorem frowned slightly and said, "With the help of the Goddess of Magic and my own spells, the Lord of the End of All Things probably didn't discover my true identity."

After all, under the leadership of Eorem, the Felyn Demonflower camp was advancing vigorously, while Netheril was losing ground.

This is exactly what the Lord of the End of All wants to see.

He wants the great Arcanists with immortality to meet death and come to an end.

"But none of these matters, the important thing is that he failed to achieve what he wanted."

"After that, he may declare war on Nether directly."

Garen thought for a while and said.

The development and use of immortality has a thousand years of history in the Faerun world. When this spell is used for the first time, the Lord of the End of All Things should have noticed it.

But it wasn't until this moment that the **** of death began to attack Netheril.

This shows that He also cannot destroy an empire of the main material world at will.

Fei Lin Mo Kui was the most suitable executioner, but because of the insight in advance, the magic sun field has been secretly controlled by Eorem.

In the Faerun Continent at this time, it is difficult to find other objects that can cause trouble to the Nether Empire.

The Lord of the End of All Things should swallow this breath and curse the great arcanists of immortality with malice, or directly declare war on Nether with the deity, and use the power of his believers in the main material world and the kingdom of God to end Nether. empire.

In many worlds, the Lord of the End of All Things is also known as the King of the Walking Dead, the God of the Undead.

The endless undead believe in him.

There are even many people who believe that undead creatures are ordinary creatures who originally served death and believed in the Lord of the End of All Things. Because of his divine gift, they became undead creatures, which can delay the end of death.

If He disregarded his status as a high god, and directly declared war on a material world empire like Nether... the Nether Empire didn't have much resistance.

During the communication process, Eorem's face was a little heavy.

Felyn's Magic Kwai has never been the real enemy.

He knows this.

The targeting of the Lord of the End of All Things is the greatest threat to Netheril.

Do you want to give up immortality for this?

But immortality is the foundation of Netheril, and if immortality is given up, the empire will only exist in name only.

Garon smiled slightly and said, "Don't forget, although Netheril doesn't believe in gods, behind it, there is also a powerful divine power that is both prosperous and damaged."

Eorem has always been habitual, wanting to deal with the **** of death by the arcanist's own strength.

But how is this possible?

Looking at the long river of time, Gallen has already discovered a fact.

The material world empire without the protection of the gods will sooner or later be destroyed by the hands of the gods.

This is the case with the Ancient Imaskar Empire, and if there is no accidental interference, the same is true for the Nether Empire.

However, the situation of the Nether Empire is rather special.

Even though most of the Arcanists among them did not believe in the Goddess of Magic, the Goddess of Magic still took the empire very seriously.

talking room.

A vast and divine might descended.

The energies of the elements gathered together and turned into the elemental incarnation of the goddess of magic in the canyon of Galen.

Both Garon and Eorem's eyes were drawn to them.

Looking at Eorem's time projection, the goddess of magic showed an elegant and dignified smile, and said softly: "Eorem, I have watched you lead Nether to prosperity step by step, and let the brilliance of magic shine in this world. ."

"If you are willing to accept my help, then the Nether Empire will be safe and sound."

"And, its future will be even brighter."

Eorem looked at the incarnation of the goddess of magic who suddenly appeared, his face wrinkled together.

In the history of the Nether Empire, there have been cases where the Great Arcanist was seriously injured and required priest magic to heal. However, the Great Arcanist did not step into the Church of God until his death.

After that, arcanists created many types of healing spells.

From this, it can be seen what attitude Nether arcanists have towards gods.

However, the goddess of magic is the only **** that arcanists respect, and the Nether Empire is indeed unable to deal with the hostility of the **** of death alone, so Eorem did not directly refuse, but frowned and thought deeply.

"Honorable goddess of magic, you should know that ninety-nine percent of arcanists will not offer you faith."

"We never believed in gods."

"A true arcanist believes only in his own power."

Eorem felt that the goddess of magic came forward to gain Netheril's faith.

He couldn't possibly agree.

In this regard, the goddess of magic chuckled and said: "The prosperity of magic is the best reward for me. As for belief, there is the best, but I will not force it without me."

He looked at Eorem and said softly, "Eorem, you don't need to resist my help."

"Because the Nether Empire is already under my protection."

"For example, if the floating city can operate, it draws power from my magic net, and the arcanist casts spells, which is also based on the magic net that I created and maintain... You can't deny my power It has long been integrated into all aspects of Netheril."

In the shroud of divine light, the goddess of magic said softly.

"This empire was developed and grown by you, but it is also my child, even though this child does not believe in me."

Listening to the words of the goddess of magic, Eorem was slightly taken aback and fell silent.

The word of the goddess of magic is true.

Although the core of the magic net was created by an arcanist, its essence is still absorbing the power of the goddess of magic.

The floating city was lifted off because of the acquiescence of the goddess of magic.

If you change to a **** with a bad character, it is possible to impose divine punishment on Nether directly.

"All Arcanists respect you for this."

After thinking and hesitating for a while, finally, Eorem sighed, and at the same time looked a little more relaxed, and said, "Honorable goddess of magic, I am willing to accept your help."

"And I promise you that every floating city will have a Church of the Goddess of Magic in the future."

"It's just that I won't ask any floating city to spread your teachings."

"Whether the Arcanists will believe in you, it only depends on their own will, I hope you can understand."

The goddess of magic was willing to provide protection for Nether, although she did not ask for it, but Eorem himself could not ignore the kindness of a god.

Giving something in return is a must.

Over the years, Eorem, who had been sleepless due to the hostility of the Lord of the End of All Things, gradually understood that Netheril, which had developed to such a degree, really needed the protection of a god.

After all, this endless world is under the rule of gods.

If one day, Netheril has the power to not fear any gods, can he be qualified and have the confidence to refuse the help of gods, but before that, he didn't have enough power but his eyes were above the top, and he sneered at the power of gods. stupid behavior.

"Fine, I know you'll make an informed choice."

The goddess of magic smiled and said.

Soon after, his elemental incarnation dissipated, Eorem also released the time projection, and the deep canyon returned to silence, only the thunderous breath of the dragon reverberated in it.

"Eorem has also changed a lot."

The silver dragon wagged its tail, thinking inwardly.

With Eorem's arrogance in his bones, he would never accept any kindness from the gods.

But now, the Arcanist knows that his power is actually quite weak, far from being on a par with the gods, and the pride in Eorem's heart has been reduced a lot.

Immediately, Jialong looked up at the sky, his eyes passed through the numerous spaces, and landed on the City of Silver Scales.

The city of silver scales, the tower of the city master mage.

The gate of the mage tower standing in the center of the floating city is closed, and the power of magic is rippling in it.

Karthus concentrated all his energies, doing research on spells that were difficult for outsiders to understand.

The long river of time flows quietly.

The war between Felin and the Nether Empire continues.

However, Fei Lin Mo Kui, who has always had an advantage, has not been aggressive, even if the floating cities have begun to crumble under their suction magic.

So the Arcanists in Netheril were under tremendous pressure, but they could barely persevere.

During this period, many Grand Arcanists visited Karthus, but received no response from him.

The light of Nether, who had previously performed outstandingly on the battlefield, slowly faded out of the arcanists' vision as time went by, and there was no trace of it.

The originally lively City of Silver Scales has gradually become deserted as people take tea to cool off.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the stars move.

And just like that, eight years have passed.

In a foggy weather, the streets of the City of Silver Scales were filled with the smell of cold and quiet. There were only a few Arcanists who had always believed that the Light of Nether would not be extinguished, and there were few people living there.

A lower arcanist who always believed in Karthus went to the mage tower in the center of the city as usual.

The originally young arcanist has become mature and vicissitudes of life because of the eight years.

He looked at the door of the Mage Tower that was still tightly sealed, sighed indistinctly, and turned to leave.

There was not much disappointment on his face.

After all, it has been eight years, and no one knows how long Netherlight will remain silent, maybe forever.

Only, this time is different.

Just turned around, the Arcanist who had not taken two steps moved, and a touch of unbelievable surprise climbed onto his face.

He sensed the pulsation of elemental energy.

This is usually what happens when a legendary spellcaster shows up.

In today's City of Silver Scales, there is only one legendary spellcaster, the Light of Nether, who was shining brightly eight years ago, the youngest great arcanist in the history of the Empire, Karthus.

The Arcanist turned his head suddenly.

The gates of the Mage Tower remain closed.

However, as his eyes moved up the towering tower, in the hazy fog, a tall and straight man could be vaguely seen standing in the open air on the top of the tower.

Mature faces in their thirties, calm like a sea of temperament, and those deep eyes that, although a little tired, are full of wisdom, as if they can penetrate the essence of all things...

These features come together to form what Karthus looks like today.

After eight years of retreat and study, he has become more mature in both appearance and temperament.

"You, you finally showed up."

"City Lord, I have always believed that you will not be defeated by a setback!"

The Arcanist said excitedly.

Karthus lowered his eyes, looked up at the arcanist who was looking up at him, smiled at him, and said softly, "Go and tell the arcanists of Nether that I'm back."

"This war should also end."

With that said, the long-silent Great Arcanist disappeared and disappeared from the sight of the Arcanist below.

The Arcanist who saw Karthus' return was stunned for a long time.

After regaining his senses, he was overjoyed and hurriedly passed the message through the arcane chain, spreading the news, causing a lot of heated discussions among the Netherese arcanists.

Although Karthus's figure and reputation have faded out of people's field of vision~www.mtlnovel.com~, once he appeared, all the Arcanists' memories of him instantly became clear.

at the same time.

The silver dragon in the deep canyon opened his eyes.

In front of Garen, the space fluctuated slightly, and Karthus stepped out of the portal in one step, and his clean and upright posture was reflected in the platinum dragon's eyes.

Looking up at the stalwart silver dragon.

Karthus said softly: "Teacher, I have just created a spell, but I haven't used it yet. I want you to guide me."

Jialong's eyes moved slightly, looking at the great arcanist who had grown up, and said, "Oh? What spell?"

Karthus said: "It entrusts me with the belief of ascending to the gods in one step, and it is called the magic of ascending the gods, the magic of Karthus."