Chapter 153 Merlin: Anzu's understanding of the Holy Light is deeper (two in one)

The afterglow of dusk slowly fades at the end of the skyline. The leaden night is covered with thick clouds. Cold starlight falls from the layers. The night in heaven is cold and magnificent. Looking down from the highest point of the stairs, the prosperous City of the Seven Gods comes into view.

The bustling magic suspension column shuttled through the ancient buildings, and went straight into the sky along the outline of the galaxy. The streets were prosperous and lively, and as night fell, the seven lamps were lit one after another.

But all the prosperity in the world has nothing to do with Merlin.

He just felt noisy.

The god of law, the faceless man, the cardinal with pure white eyes, the youngest demigod Merlin Andre's life has always been smooth sailing.

Merlin Andre had never encountered a mountain in his life, never met an opponent worth fighting, and never encountered a problem that troubled him.

Until a few years ago, his teacher retired.

Thus, the seat in the Glorious Church responsible for guarding the gate to heaven was given to him.

So whenever Merlin mentioned his teacher, the holy light in his eyes became quite dim, and he could never get over the fact that his teacher had retired.

For the outside world, it is a great honor to be the rotating helmsman of the Gate of Heaven.

On the first day of work, Merlin was quite serious and attentive, and he dealt with the invading apostles as quickly as possible every time. Of course, this was also to get off work early.

But he soon regretted it.

It was because he was so efficient and fast that he could even wipe out the Apostle Legion by himself, so the other old-timers from the Holy See didn't come to check in!

All the work is left to myself.

He said that Merlin was in charge of 135, and he hadn't had a vacation for a whole year.

This time I was finally able to take three days off, but at the last minute of the holiday, the little Ansu Morningstar made his debut.

Merlin looked at the boy next to him angrily, regretting once again why he had held that stupid event and why he had proposed such a stupid test.

An Su was still staring at the three thousand magic branches. The profound knowledge forced its way into his clear yet ignorant eyes, and squeezed into his small head with a tough attitude. The high concentration of knowledge and his low concentration of brain water had a rejection reaction, so this guy started bleeding from all his orifices, and blood spurted out violently.

Merlin couldn't really let this guy die here.

And I had to take the trouble to save his soul.

If that were the case, it would be fine. Merlin saw that the little creature actually had a smile on his face.

A very innocent smile.

Merlin could feel that Ansu was happy from the bottom of his heart, and that smile was pure and sunny.

Is this a perverted birth? Merlin didn't know that the experienced soul players had trained their special senses to gain pleasure from pain.

Whether being tortured or torturing others, one can be happy, and when both can be done at the same time, Anzu's smile will be even brighter.

"."Merlin felt like he was seeing a ghost.

He didn't think Ansu could hold on. The tearing of the soul was a more terrible pain than the death of the body. As time went on, the pain would become more intense.

Moreover, this persistence is meaningless.

Ansu himself should know this too.

It is impossible for a third-level saint to replicate divine-level demigod magic.

It is absolutely impossible to do.

Merlin successfully plagiarized his master's "Light of Judgment" and created demigod magic, but his status at that time was already that of a saint.

Continuing like this would just be a meaningless waste of both sides' time.

Merlin had no choice but to wait, since he only had three days of vacation anyway.

He regretted very much why he proposed that stupid test, but after all, it was he who proposed it, so he had no choice but to comply.

Merlin felt that the reason Ansu was still insisting was that he was just relying on the hot-bloodedness of youth and was acting rashly.

After experiencing the pain a dozen times, the hot blood will slowly dissipate.

Thinking of this, he felt much more relaxed.

Now that things have come to this, let’s eat first.

After finishing his meal, the boy should give up.

Behind the flower bed is a vegetable garden, which was planted by Merlin when he was bored as a gatekeeper. Merlin made a temporary magic circle to protect the soul, and then slipped away to the backyard to pick some vegetables, leaving Ansu alone there.

Ansu's eyes were bloodshot. He clenched his teeth and stared at the three thousand magic circuits in front of him.

It is true that it is impossible for him to replicate divine-level magic now.

But plagiarism does not require copying everything.

The plan has been set, just take a magical branch route.

But which one to copy specifically becomes a new problem.

He needs to read as many magic circuits as possible to find a clue.

Ansu can now persist in reading for one minute. After this time, he must look away and rest, otherwise he will faint on the spot. However, Ansu's tolerance to sacred-level magic circuits is gradually improving. At the beginning, he could only hold on for ten seconds, but now it has increased to one minute.

His consciousness was constantly beaten and torn apart by knowledge, and then forcibly restored by Merlin. During this process, Ansu could feel the resilience of his soul gradually improving.

Perhaps this is the biggest gain.

Of course, the corresponding price is that it really hurts.

I fainted and woke up again and again, and time passed by quietly.

When His Majesty Merlin finished his lunch, Ansu was still reading magic circuits. He had read nearly a thousand of them, but with his soul level, he could not remember such vast knowledge at all. He only had a rough outline.

"Why is this guy still here?"

His Majesty Merlin's gaze changed subtly.

If you want to stay here, then stay. Let’s see who can outlast the other.

Bishop Merlin went to plant flowers nearby.

Ansu can now read for three minutes at a time. Since he cannot memorize, he can only watch all the magic circuits in one go.

When the afternoon sun pierced through the mist and the sunlight slowly turned to a hazy yellow, Merlin watered his beloved garden and looked back to see Ansu was still there.

Even the smile on Xiao Chusheng's mouth became more charming.

His Majesty Merlin's gaze became more subtle.

It was almost dusk, and the second day of his vacation was coming to an end! "Well, kid, you should go home."

Merlin said to Ansu kindly.

"In fact, you have done a great job to be able to hold on to this point."

The tone was so kind that even Merlin was surprised.

Since birth, the time of Lord God of Law has been frozen at the moment of birth, so it has always been a birth.

When he was young, his teachers called him Little Born, and when he grew up, the esoteric Buddhism called him Old Born. He has always been unruly and domineering in his behavior, and his tone has never been so kind.

A year of guarding life smoothed out His Majesty Merlin's natural edges.

It’s all about the holidays.

"Your Majesty Merlin, please rest assured."

Ansu turned his head slowly, blood still flowing from the corner of his eye, but his eyes were determined as if he was going to join the church. "In order to spread the glory of my Lord, I will not give up."

"You don't need to test me with words."

I'm not testing you, I just want you to go away. The holy light in His Majesty Merlin's eyes flickered irregularly, which showed that he was quite uneasy in his heart.

"I really want you to leave."

Ansu's blue eyes looked straight into Merlin's pure white eyes, full of sincerity. "I know you are testing my resolve."

The holy light in His Majesty Merlin's eyes flashed faster and faster. He gritted his teeth and felt that his title of the Faceless Man should be bestowed on Ansu.

"Get lost." He was defeated. "With your current level, you can't replicate [Light of Judgment] at all. Don't waste your time."

"You're right, but I won't give up."

Ansu's shoulders were shaking violently because of the pain. He was like a passionate protagonist, with a tone full of passion and indomitable spirit.

"I really understand from the beginning that with my talent and ability, it is impossible for me to do it."

As dusk falls and the stars rise, the bright starlight shines on the boy's cheeks, making his spirit look so dazzling.

"I've always known that I'm not a genius!"

"But! The only thing I can do is to persist. The only thing I have left is to persevere. Perseverance is my only talent!"

Your only talent is to persist in torturing people! The holy light in His Majesty Merlin's eyes was as bright as an incandescent lamp.

The second day of vacation is over!

My own vacation His Majesty Merlin was so disheartened that he was about to retire.

He even began to suspect that this was all a huge conspiracy. Could it be that An Su was sent by the old man from the Alchemy Church in order to delay him and prevent him from leaving get off work?

What a horrible factional struggle.

What Merlin didn't know was that the outside world had also caused quite a stir.

Many warlocks know that the first place winner of the "Magicians Go to Campus, Magic Goes to the Countryside" event will have the opportunity to be personally guided by His Majesty Merlin, but all the top scorers who wanted to meet His Majesty Merlin quickly turned down on their own. Facing the reporters' inquiries, they all smiled and said nothing - they wanted the next unlucky person to face His Majesty Merlin's torture.

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Therefore, the "dialogue with the God of Law" has become an unsolved mystery, which is very mysterious.

Even the Holy Lady from the Imperial Capital stayed for about an hour and then walked out with a strange look on her face.

But I have never seen a warlock like Ansu who stayed for two days and two nights.

Reporters have already filled the hall of the Magic Guild.

At the same time, Cardinal Randall of the Alchemical Church was even more shocked and surprised.

"Why hasn't the old man come out to take over the shift?"

His Majesty Randall knew Merlin's temper well. He finally got the opportunity to take a vacation, but he gave it up on his own initiative.

Could it be that the saint named Ansu Morningstar was very admired by Merlin, and they were so happy to talk that they fell asleep together and forgot the time, and even Merlin took the initiative to give up his vacation . Did Merlin want to accept a disciple? All kinds of rumors were rampant at the time.

On the third day, the golden sunlight spread on every step. The early morning sky was clean and clear. The God of Dharma felt uncomfortable and constipated.

Ansu watched it all night long.

He could now focus for five minutes at a time, which meant he could read two hundred magic circuits in one go - of course, he could only read them, he could neither remember nor understand them.

However, I have a clearer understanding of the [Light of Judgment].

Merlin's version of the Light of Judgment and the previous Patriarch's version of the Light of Judgment have one thing in common, which is judgment.

[The Guardian Angel will judge all targets. Those whose rank is lower than that of the caster will have their heads chopped off.]

Merlin judges the soul level of the person being cast the spell. It is a powerful identification technique.

The rank of the soul, that is, the quality of the soul, is too profound, too complex and too abstract, so Ansu has to weaken this aspect and judge something more obvious.

The area where the light of judgment acts is also located in the brain, which is the center of the soul.

The brain has the highest magic resistance in the whole body. Ansu cannot cast such a magic, so he has to choose a part with lower magic resistance.

Ansu began to use his creative ideas.

At seven in the morning, Ansu could read for six minutes and finish reading two hundred and forty magic circuits.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Ansu could read three hundred magic circuits at once.

At 8:30 in the morning, Ansu selected the only suitable circuit from the three hundred circuits for understanding.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Ansu completed his understanding.

At six o'clock in the evening, looking at the gradually rising dusk, His Majesty Merlin finally smiled with relief.

My vacation is about to end.

He felt relieved.

No more struggling.

Merlin looked at Ansu. The boy's soul had been broken countless times. The longer he persisted, the more intense the pain became. An ordinary warlock would collapse after half an hour, but Ansu persisted for three whole days.

Ansu can brag about being able to control the God of Magic for three days.

To be honest, Ansu's approach was quite smart.

He couldn't even finish reading all three thousand magic circuits, but he only read a part of them and chose one to copy. This idea of ​​plagiarism was very novel.

The only description Merlin could think of was 'grafting'.

Grafted magical creation.

This term originated from the Druid school, which involves cutting a small branch from a towering tree, cultivating it independently, and eventually growing a tree that is unique to you.

It comes from the same source as the original magic, but can develop into a unique path.

Merlin narrowed his eyes, staring at Ansu in front of him, and also at the magic circuit in his hand.

As Ansu's thoughts progressed, the circuit became clearer and more agile.

The original structure is then constantly adapted, added to, or modified.

The tree trunk is growing thin meridians, absorbing nutrients from the surrounding environment. It is constantly growing and giving birth to new green buds.

The [Light of Judgment] with Ansu's characteristics is slowly taking shape! Merlin never thought that Ansu could do it. He plagiarized his master's [Light of Judgment] when he was a saint, and Ansu plagiarized his [Light of Judgment] when he was a saint.

Although Anzu now has only one branch - only one magic circuit.

But that branch came from a towering tree, came from divine-level magic, came from the highest level, and will eventually grow into a towering tree of the highest level.

Time passed slowly, dusk fell, and twilight began to gather. When Ansu's magic came to an end, the starlight and the sunset merged again.

As night falls, the sky becomes dim and uncertain.

Dusk is the time when the devil appears, and it is also the time when heaven opens.

The door to heaven trembled slowly, and an unsettling atmosphere gradually approached.

[War Priests are invading the world]

['Bloody Iron Cavalry Galloping Across the Wilderness' has been loaded]

A streak of silver streaked across the sky, and thunder flashed past, reflecting the iron cavalry that shattered the night sky.

Three days later, the Painful Cavalry invaded this world again.

After the last failure, they were more prepared this time and mobilized nearly a thousand apostles.

Each Apostle of Pain had a green face and fangs, and their long crimson hair seemed to be burning. The moonlight horses under their mounts neighed like thunder. Each of them was a fourth-level monster, and their mere breathing could bring about thunder and moonlight, and the whole world was slowly trembling.

at the same time.

The magic that was copied from Merlin but also had Ansu's characteristics was finally completed.

Of course, this is just its initial state.

【Light of Judgment】

【Concept Magic】

[Normal~Sacred (Rank can be improved as the magic circuit is improved)]

[Effect: The guardian angel will judge all targets. Those whose souls are less beautiful than the caster will have their hair cut off (the effect and corresponding concept will increase with the rank)]

[Note: Ansu Morningstar is a devout Saint of Glory. After years of research, he found that baldness is also a rare branch of Holy Light.]

".Do you want to experiment with the magic effect?"

What a terrible magic.

After a moment of silence, Merlin pointed to the legion of pain behind him.

He had a look of respect on his face. After living for so many years, he finally got to see the true genius of Holy Light.

His understanding of Holy Light is even deeper than mine! The initial form of sacred magic is called the Initial Holy Magic!

This chapter is still two in one.

It is not convenient to divide it into two chapters, as the rhythm will be discontinuous if one chapter is divided.

(End of this chapter)