While the knight, who knelt on one knee with his helmet wrapped around his helmet, angrily demanded an all-out war because the realm of God was desecrated by the Council of Magic, the rest of the cardinal order members in the Hall of Light drew crosses on their chests and shouted in unison: "Those evil magicians will be purified with the Holy Light, and let them prostrate at the feet of the Lord to repent, how can the realm of God be explored by mortals!"
Seeing that the Pope's face was as heavy as water with a platinum scepter and a sacred crown, and without saying a word, Valenhill, the leader of the ascetics in a simple linen robe, stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, the request of the Knight of Stone represents all the devout believers, who are angry at the blasphemy of the Lord. Don't worry, the heretics in the north will definitely not take advantage of this to attack, unless they have abandoned their faith and turned their backs on the truth, but then their foundation will collapse on its own, and I even think they will attack the Magic Council angrily."
Valenhill was barefoot, with short blond hair, and a pair of unusually energetic blue eyes on his emaciated face.
Under the leadership of Valenhill, more than a dozen cardinals who remained in the Holy City, three giants of the Inquisition, and the Epic Knights, including Stone, once again requested in unison: "Your Majesty, please order the start of the Second Dawn War, summon all forces to subdue the Magic Council, and leave only the nobles defending the Dark Mountains."
Pope Benedict II raised the scepter of light in his hand, his voice old but as vast as a world: "I am very satisfied with your devotion to the Lord, and I feel the joy of the Lord's destiny. But I want to ask you, is your faith in the Lord so fragile? Are you worried that the Magic Council will be able to explore the mysteries of the gods?"
"Mortals can never touch the realm of God! Have you forgotten the Lord's admonition to us?"
His bright red cloak fluttered as if blown by the wind, and a huge divine aura of light suddenly emerged, which was ubiquitous and unfathomable.
In addition to the anger of the Lord's blasphemy, the reaction from their own faith did contain a lot of fear, worried that the Magic Council would be able to study the mysteries of the gods like they had explored the world in the past, so they wanted to stop it, and wanted to stifle this terrifying possibility in the cradle.
"If I say that I am innocent, I am deceiving myself, and the truth has been blinded by ignorance; I repent of my sins, and the Lord is just and merciful, and will forgive me and cleanse me from all my sins." After a brief silence, the members of the College of Cardinals repented.
Benedict II calmly listened to their confessions before saying: "The exploration of the Magic Council will certainly not be able to approach the realm of God, but their blasphemy is still unforgivable.
"At the same time, you cooperate with some elves and druids in the Stroop Forest to create the illusion that we are about to attack, giving them an excuse to recall the druids who cooperated with the Magic Council."
"By your will, Your Majesty." Bahá'u'lláh the "Judge", one of the three giants of the Inquisition, and Valenhill, the leader of the ascetics, saluted at the same time.
While other members of the College of Cardinals felt that the Pope's order was appropriate, they also had a strange feeling that something that seemed to start an all-out war and break the fragile balance of the entire continent turned into an ordinary blasphemy incident.
"That's fine. Although we are the strongest, we are being suppressed by the joint force, and rashly starting a war without preparation may have unbearable results, but we should continue to wait for a certain opportunity." The members of the College of Cardinals, who had changed their minds, withdrew from the Hall of Light while drawing a cross on their chests.
Pope Benedict II put down his scepter and returned to his study. A cardinal who had been waiting there asked: "Your Majesty, the information sent by His Excellency Cardinal Philippe this time includes news about the joint research of the Magic Council and the Druids on divine arts, as well as the latest Holm Crown Award and other things."
"Archive this information so that it can be called up later, and the most important thing at present is to deal with this blasphemous incident." Benedict II waved his hand without taking other "little things" to heart.
This is not a purification sequence that needs to be issued to every parish and every tribunal.
When the cardinal left and closed the door of the study, the pope calmly looked at the oil portraits of previous popes on the wall.
Underneath these oil portraits are the names of each pope and the year of their birth into the arms of the God of Truth.
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"Charles I, 350-572 AD."
"Alfonso, 387-633 AD."
"Charles II, 408-686 AD."
"Benedict I, 474-745 AD."
"Gregory II, 548-796 AD."
Benedict II showed a smile and said to himself in an old and peaceful voice: "How can mortals find a way to explore the mysteries of the gods?"
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On Saturday morning, the sky was just bright.
Although he only came twice this week and did not stay overnight, the ruthless and powerful methods combined with the analyzed magic construction principles still made the troublesome druids unable to find an excuse and could only desperately tamper with the experimental data, but Felipe didn't care about the experiment at all, he put all his energy on synthesizing an important living substance from non-living matter.
As the last alchemy array light lit up, Felipe saw the crystal products that were colorless at low temperatures.
He controlled the excitement of his mood and slowly warmed it up, allowing it to quickly dissolve into a colorless liquid at a low temperature, and was sensed by the magic circle with a pungent smell.
Felipe took a step back, released the identification technique, and quickly got the result, this is a fatty acid he wanted to synthesize, which is widely believed to be a living substance that can only exist in living beings!
"There is no excuse to insist on the theory of human life mechanics." Felipe's gloomy and pale face barely squeezed out a smile, "I don't know how many of those old guys in the organization are willing to admit and accept? Unless they change the definition of living matter, they must change their cognition. This time, I will overthrow it, hoping to make it easier for other necromancers to accept."
Felipe's emotions are very complex, with joy and confusion, melancholy and excitement. If I hadn't been shocked by the professor's experiment on synthesizing urea, I would probably never have been able to accept this fact, let alone change my cognition.
Outside his magic laboratory, a man in a black hooded robe knocked softly on the door.
"Who?" Felipe, who was immersed in mixed emotions, woke up and asked suspiciously.
An old hoarse voice came through the door: "I, Traquel."
"Mr. Traquil? What's the matter with you coming to me so early?" Felipe asked casually and began to unblock the magic circle that blocked the laboratory door.
Traquel is a six-ring necromancer belonging to the Pale Hand, currently only at level three arcane, his strength has been stagnant for a long time, and he cannot advance to the seventh ring, and was sent to cooperate with Felipe to control the troublemaker druids.
As soon as the magic circle was lifted, Felipe suddenly woke up, and a great sense of danger rose in his heart:
"Not good!"
Black tentacles made of pure death power suddenly rose in the laboratory, and once touched by them, the magician's soul would be contaminated, and he could no longer cast the highest level of magic at present.
At the same time, one by one, mummies wrapped in black cloth strips rose from the group of black tentacles and pounced on Felipe in cold and terrifying.
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Inside the "Longbergen" hotel, Lucian is looking at a project briefing that summarizes the problems encountered by the Arcanists in their quest for simplification. They all unabashedly described the progress of their experiments and the difficulties they could not solve, anyway, with this briefing, whoever publishes the resulting paper in the future will have their arcane points counted.
"By analyzing the manure and other fertilizers commonly used by farmers, we can find that it does contain those elements, but the effect is not very good. If you raise many, many animals, they will consume a lot of food......"
"Previous experiments have proved that the growth of plants mainly depends on water and sunlight, but now through divine analysis, we understand that they also absorb elements in the soil, and the ore containing several elements can be crushed and sprinkled without effect."
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After the principle of divine magic structure was analyzed, the magicians began experiments with the cooperation of the druids, but the ore powder containing these elements that could be mass-produced was completely useless, so they decided to experiment with alchemy products containing these elements next.
"With the principles of divine magic and the cooperation of the druids, I believe these arcanists can discover which alchemy products meet their needs." Lucian put down his briefing, put on his coat, prepared breakfast, and went back to Alinge to teach a few apprentices.
As soon as he opened the door, Lucian saw Estine and Exilion walking over with reserved but unconcealable smiles.
"Mr. Evans, I'm sorry to cooperate with your experiment. Orders from the royal court and the Druid Presbyterian Church that we must return to the forest as soon as possible to resist the church's imminent attack." Exilion, who understood the inside story, saluted gracefully without haste.
Lucian knew from their expressions that things were not urgent, maybe just an excuse, so he said with a kind smile: "It's okay, anyway, the data of the planting experiment gave me ideas and ideas."
"What?" Estine and Exirion asked in surprise at the same time, their brother and sister had tampered with the experimental data!
Lucian smiled and said: "From the fact that oats with some water-soluble substances are growing well under the magic of simply stimulating growth, and comparing them with the experiments of other research groups, I can draw some conclusions and rule out some unreasonable data."
With the results and the principle, how could Lucian not be able to find abnormalities in the experimental data!
"Ah." The two elves were a little embarrassed and a little depressed.
Lucian took out a paper he had written a long time ago, "Comparison of Several Sets of Oats Before and After Alchemical Substances Obtained After Treating Phosphate Ore with Sulfuric Acid as Fertilizer and Some Conclusions": "I am going to the manor outside the town to submit a report to the high-level arcanists, Your Highness the Prince, Your Highness the Princess, shall we be together?"
"Go by yourself." Arestine looked listless, wanting to destroy the paper but fearing Lucian's strength, and at this time Theodore and Julian also appeared at the other end of the corridor.
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The carriage slowly drove on the rammed earth road outside the town, and since it was winter, the sky was not yet fully lit up, and the surroundings were gray.
Suddenly, the Crown of the Sun on Lucian's chest produced a scorching aura out of thin air, and at the same time, the main star of fate emitted a strong sense of danger.
This caused him to roll out of the carriage without thinking twice, and inspired the five-ring magic "Powerful Flame Shield".
A black figure fell from the sky wrapped in a cloud of rotting gas and smashed hard into the carriage Lucian was riding in, the iron bars rusted quickly, and the wood rotted quickly.
"Hey, I actually dodged and couldn't silence myself." An old hoarse voice sounded in the middle of the haze.
(End of this chapter)