"Isn't that kind of power quite astonishing?"
Ryan became more and more excited as he thought about it. He looked at the distant sky and seemed to already see the huge success of his research results.
This is a super war magic that can directly eliminate tedious steps!
"So, all I need to do is record your battle process from the sidelines."
He pointed to the Rubik's Cube floating in the air and said.
Victor nodded.
I agreed to these conditions, which were completely without any burden.
"Can."
In fact, such items that store magic and can be used only once are mentioned in the player's crafting manual.
Players often use this type of item when doing dungeon quests, PvE, or teaming up to fight bosses.
However, because the use of items is prohibited in PvP, Viktor rarely crafts or collects these magical items.
If all the items in the player crafting manual were actually used, it would have a terrifying impact on the world's technology tree.
However, only Viktor can make this kind of thing; no one else can replicate it.
Many people have bought potions from the Clavner family and have tried to replicate the magic potions made by Victor.
But after so much time, they still don't even know what material Victor used.
It can only be attributed to Viktor's exceptionally good secrecy.
Seeing that Victor had agreed, Ryan started reaching into his overalls again and poking around inside.
"Then, I need to prepare some weapons in advance..."
But before he could get ready, a purple vortex suddenly appeared under his feet.
The vortex of magic gradually condensed, as if the entire void was swirling within it.
Ryan stared at the portal beneath his feet, feeling the swirling magic within, and was momentarily stunned.
Then Viktor spoke calmly.
"I personally value efficiency."
"Let's set off immediately."
The next second, the purple vortex forcibly enveloped the two of them without Ryan's consent.
As the disturbance subsided, the two figures vanished without a trace above the clouds.
......
The magic library is no longer what it used to be.
After the devastating explosion, it was a floating wasteland.
The bookshelf floating in mid-air was shattered, and countless books drifted gently in the air, scattered everywhere.
Heim Horn looked at the ruins of the magic library, his heart bleeding.
Although the magic library can be restored, it will take time.
My heart aches so much.
It is worth mentioning that these spells are specially protected, so the knowledge will not be destroyed.
So many chaotic spells naturally need to be sorted and organized.
This heavy responsibility, as if by fate, naturally fell on Haim Horn's shoulders.
Looking at the countless books floating in the chaotic sky, Haim Horn felt a throbbing pain in his head.
Some books are slightly open, freed from the constraints of the bookshelf.
Two magically formed legs even extended from the book, leaping through the air on the shattered ruins.
Many books even automatically activated their magic, continuously releasing the magic recorded within them into the air.
Countless magical spells collided and crashed in the air, creating a dazzling fireworks display beneath the sky.
The entire library contains at least tens of thousands of different spells.
"How long will this take to sort out..."
He knew it all too well—Victor, that madman who blows up wherever he goes.
Bringing him to the magic library is never a good idea.
Beside him, Cocotte yawned, tears welling in the corners of his eyes, which had already blurred into tear stains.
Looking at the chaotic scene before her, she began to doze off.
She knew in her heart that if she didn't find a place to sleep soon, Heim Horn would probably drag her along to sort out the magic.
However, this also gave rise to a new question in the minds of both of them:
Victor, why did you take that scale?
That being said, the significance of Libra goes far beyond its actual function.
After all, that is the "scales of justice" that the Mage Council has upheld since its inception.
It is said to have been made by the Grand Master himself.
Almost every mage who joined the council had the privilege of seeing the scales, but everyone considered it merely a symbolic object representing morality.
Nobody will care too much about it.
After all, even if she is given the name of 'Goddess of Justice', she is still nothing more than a fake.
And whether God even exists in this world is really uncertain.
In conclusion, Viktor's actions this time were somewhat egregious, but...
There are many ways to measure morality; a scale is not always necessary.
So if it's lost, it's lost.
The main problem is that he can't beat Viktor.
"Sigh, let's organize the bookshelves first."
Heim Horn sighed, suddenly remembering that Victor's teaching assistant, Hennie, was still there.
Turning my head, I saw Hennie standing quietly on the floating cloud platform in the distance.
The books floating around her seemed to be listening to her instructions, swirling around her.
Various wondrous magic spells flickered around her, releasing dazzling light in layers.
Upon seeing this, Haim Horn was completely dumbfounded:
"???"
What's going on?
This was the first time the library had been bombed, so it was also the first time he had ever witnessed such an unusual situation.
However, he didn't pay much attention to it, even though these spells always seemed to be competing with each other, as if they wanted Heni to learn them first.
As a result, Hene took it very seriously and picked up the huge book she had been holding in her arms.
She placed it on the ground and then lay down on it.
While taking notes, I carefully compared my notes with the books around me.
He was muttering to himself:
"Oh, I see. I see."
"Hmm... I completely understand."
Heimhorn: ?
(I overslept, so I'll post one chapter first.)
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