Chapter 234: Child of Destiny (5)
Looking at the magic notebook in his hand, Ron knew very well how heavy this magic notebook was.
Since this gravekeeper can create his own magic, even forbidden spells, I think he must have been a master who had at least entered the demigod realm in his heyday, and he might have even entered the realm of god.
It's just that because he has stayed in the imperial mausoleum for a long time and was responsible for suppressing the corpses in the coffins, plus it has been more than ten thousand years, his life span is almost reaching the limit. That's why he is anxious to pass on his lifelong experience in studying magic and his original magic.
But who would have thought that this inheritance would fall on Ron? That's right, this young clergyman was Ron, and the gravekeeper never thought that the person he wanted to kill was right in front of him.
The hidden mask has made new achievements.
However, Ron was indeed frightened after the brief contact just now, fearing that someone would accidentally notice something wrong. Fortunately, Ron's acting skills were pretty good, and the old man was also nearing the end of his life, his strength was reduced, and his eyes were dim, so he failed to notice anything unusual.
Ron grinned and opened the magic notebook with a smile.
After just a quick glance at two pages, Ron discovered that the gravekeeper's understanding of magic could be considered heretical in today's Twilight Continent.
Magicians on the Dusk Continent pursue almost exclusively powerful and more advanced magic.
The stronger the magic power, the greater the destructive power of the magic released.
Only more advanced magic can destroy your enemies more easily.
However, what is recorded in the gravekeeper's magic notes are more about the techniques of releasing magic.
That is another way for a magician to practice, a way that is equally important than increasing magic power and learning magic, but it is often easily overlooked.
The core content of this magic notebook can be summed up in one sentence: use less magic power to create a stronger effect.
To put it simply, it's compression.
If the magic power consumption of low-level magic is one, the magic power consumption of intermediate magic is ten, the magic power consumption of high-level magic is one hundred, the magic power consumption of sub-forbidden spell level is one thousand, and the magic power consumption of forbidden spell is ten thousand...
So, what is recorded in this magic notebook is how to increase the destructive power of magic by compressing the magic power when releasing magic. For example, according to the techniques recorded in the magic notebook, three parts of magic power can be compressed into one part to release a low-level magic, which can eventually cause destructive power comparable to that of mid-level magic.
If the compression technique is more advanced, then even one can compress one hundred times the magic power and use it to release low-level magic, and the effect can even be comparable to a secondary forbidden spell.
The chain fireballs and wind blades that the gravekeeper had used before were all done in this way.
The most important thing is that this compression technique can not only increase the destructive power of magic, but also speed up the chanting speed of magic.
Sub-forbidden spells and forbidden spell-level magic often require a long time of chanting. Relatively speaking, although the compression technique has the additional process of compression, low-level magic and intermediate magic basically do not require the chanting step for powerful magicians.
In comparison, the time consumed in the compression process is insignificant compared to the chanting of sub-forbidden spells and forbidden magic spells.
After just a cursory glance, Ron already understood the value of this magic notebook.
Although this note does not provide any means for rapid practice or to refine magic power, the technique of releasing magic alone is enough to greatly increase a magician's strength, even doubling or multiplying it several times.
It is even more important than the forbidden spells recorded later.
If the gravekeeper really knew that the magic skills he had studied for thousands of years had fallen into the hands of the person he most wanted to kill, I wonder what kind of expression he would have.
Maybe he would be angry to death.
If this wasn't the right place, Ron would really like to study magic carefully.
After reading it again, Ron memorized every word and every pattern in the magic notebook in his mind, and immediately put the magic notebook into the storage ring.
Immediately, he flipped his hand and an empty glass bottle appeared in Ron's palm.
There were still a few drops of liquid left in it.
Magic potion, soul dispersion.
In order to deal with Father Abraham, the old priest of the Larnaca branch of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, Ron commissioned Virgil to find a large amount of materials. In the end, it was Lydia who made this potion herself.
The effect of dispersing souls is to dissipate the magic power in the body of the user, and even make the person mentally depressed.
On the way out of Larnaca City, Ron asked Lydia to refine a few more points.
Although this magic potion is not easy to administer, once the poison is successfully administered, the effect is extremely overbearing.
However, when the two parts of the scattered soul were separated, it became a colorless and odorless liquid, like pure water. A lot of scattered soul was also smeared on the grilled lamb chops before. In order to cover it up, Ron deliberately made the taste very strong. He did not expect the gravekeeper to come and ask for food. It was just a small preparation, but he did not expect the gravekeeper to be so cooperative and all the food was eaten.
By the way, the golden roasted lamb chops were purchased by Ron in Adams, the capital of Granville. They were kept fresh using magic, so he could just take them out and heat them up whenever he wanted. Ron was not a cooking god, so how could he roast fresh lamb into golden color in just a few minutes? I wonder if this could be considered a pre-prepared dish.
All in all, this may have helped the gravekeeper to dispel some of his doubts, which can be considered a credit.
Ron was not sure how much effect the soul-dispersing potion would have on the gravekeeper. He didn't know whether it could weaken the gravekeeper to the point where he could kill him.
Ron was not a soft-hearted person. Although the gravekeeper had given him the book, he was the one who took the initiative to give him the magic notes as a way of repaying him for the steak and wine.
Accepting the magic note doesn't mean it won't kill him.
Ron is very clear about the difference between the two.
This gravekeeper is determined to kill himself and is a puppet of fate. Ron will not let such a guy live in this world, otherwise he will not be able to sleep or eat.
However, with my current strength, even with the effect of scattering souls, it is still not enough to kill the gravekeeper. Perhaps I need to find some suitable partners?
Ron thought in his mind, straightened his clothes, and walked straight out of the alley. After looking around, he walked towards the direction of the Dusk Dynasty Palace.
…
The other side.
There was another figure also moving towards the palace.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Apu, Vice Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.
At this moment, Apu's previous injuries had long been healed, and the mutations and distortions of his body caused by the seeds of the sacred tree had also long since returned to their original state.
At least, that's what it looks like on the surface.
He seemed to have more authority as a vice-pope than before.
He completely stood up from his previous embarrassment.
He was wearing a gilded magic robe with intricate yet mysterious runes woven on it, which made one know at a glance that this magic robe was extraordinary.
There were three shining rings on her fingers.
On his feet were a pair of magic boots that were also gilded, shining brightly.
There is a mysterious necklace hanging around her neck, the wristbands on her arms, and the magic hat on her head, all of which are top-notch.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that the current Vice Pope Apu is shining with brilliant light all over his body. If he had a pair of wings behind him and a title on his head, he would look like a player running out of some games.
Legends, legends, legends...
Vice Pope Apu was very satisfied with his equipment, all of which were legendary equipment.
The improvement brought by the legendary equipment has made Apu's self-confidence continue to grow. He even has a feeling that even if that little bitch Christian appears in front of him now, he can slap him to death with one slap.
He is indeed the son of destiny.
It is an existence chosen by God.
Treasures that are difficult for others to find are everywhere for Vice Pope Apu. When he encounters a trial-taker, he can kill him and find a legendary equipment in the storage ring.
Kick open any house and you will find a huge treasure chest shining with gold.
It is extremely difficult for ordinary trial-takers to find one or two treasures in the Temple of Dusk, but during this period of time, Vice Pope Apu has armed himself almost from head to toe.
The legendary equipment that is rarely seen on ordinary days seems to have become cabbage at this time and is everywhere.
During the past ten days or so, no matter where Apu went, he almost never returned empty-handed.
The only thing that made Apu regretful was that all of his legendary equipment had been enhanced to level 6. What a pity! In the matter of finding legendary equipment, he was favored by fate, but when it came to enhancing the equipment, the goddess of fate seemed unable to provide too much grace.
Another thing that made Apu a little dissatisfied was the weapon in his hand.
This weapon is the Pope's Scepter, a top-grade legendary magic staff.
But, in Apu's opinion, this weapon is no longer worthy of his status and strength.
However, he was not in a hurry. He knew where the weapon that truly belonged to him and was worthy of him was! The palace!
There, there is a mythical magic wand! Chapter 5 is here.
(End of this chapter)