Chapter 570 The Starry Sky Overhead (Ask for a Monthly Pass in the Third Shift)
In the small living room of the "Real Secret Realm", Douglas saw Franks.
Because he failed to ascend to the legend, many magic rituals that could last more than five hundred years could not be used, and the whole person was quite old, his hair was sparse and pale, his skin was full of folds, and his old age spots were extremely eye-catching, but his blue eyes were as deep as the sea, as if carrying the wisdom that had been washed down by countless times.
"Franks, why are you free? Are you planning to hold a lich transformation ceremony?" Douglas asked casually. As a member of the Affairs Committee, when the war had just been decided and everything was in vain, he should indeed be too busy to see anyone.
Franks shook his head and smiled: "To become a lich means giving up many of the enjoyments and desires of being a human being, and it may even be invaded by negative energy and become extreme and crazy, which is really not a good choice.
"Your idea is very good, the development of arcane and magic in the past ten years has been so fast that I feel terrified, maybe it won't be long before a new arcane theory or new achievement is proposed that suits you, so that you can turn years of accumulation into a semi-solidified foundation for the cognitive world." Douglas nodded lightly, agreeing with Frank's choice.
In his mind, this stage of crazy development of arcane magic was prelude to Felipe's research on cellular memory, and Lucian's submission of the periodic table was officially begun, and he seemed to have seen the birth of two new generation of legendary magicians, so when Vicente tried to free Felipe from the demigod lich incident, he expressed his approval and let the proposal pass smoothly.
Franks chuckled: "Your Excellency, it is indeed likely that it will not be long before there will be new arcane theories or new achievements that suit my current bottleneck, but they are also more likely to blow my head, especially Lucian Evans, the headshot demon."
Douglas smiled and shook his head, knowing that Lucian was already "notorious" in the hearts of magicians: "The progress he has brought has not yet been fully demonstrated, maybe three, maybe five years, ten years, you will be able to see the value of the new theories he proposes."
Franks smiled and said, "It's like "On the Electrodynamics and Mass-Energy Equations of Moving Objects"?
Douglas's smile gradually disappeared, and he said with a slight sadness: "Yes."
Franks continued: "When I read this paper, I had a feeling of complete destruction of confidence, as if I knew that the world would collapse at any moment. This was not because I was shocked by Lucian Evans' genius, but because I doubted my self-awareness, my doubt about the arcane system of the past few hundred years."
"Your Excellency Douglas, I have followed you since the late Dawn War, step by step from the oppression of the church, the swing of the nobility, your theory of gravity, your system of movement, is the beacon that guides me to transform my thoughts into arcane spirits, but now, one of the two lighthouses has suddenly been declared 'wrong' and collapsed, I really don't know what to believe, I am like a ship in a storm, my eyes have become dark, and I can no longer find my way."
Douglas's voice lowered: "It's not a mistake, it's a low-speed approximation of the relativistic system."
The atmosphere suddenly became quite strange, as if there was an indescribable silence and depression.
Franks looked at Douglas sincerely: "Your Excellency, the low-speed approximation actually means that your motion system ignores too many things, has too many errors, and can only be applied in such a macroscopic state, and the resulting 'time is space, space is time', 'time depends on matter, is a function of speed', don't you think it completely subverts our cognition?"
"This is indeed different from intuitive understanding, it is hard to imagine that when I first saw it, I also felt that my life in the past thousands of years had been completely denied." Douglas admits quite honestly.
He has always had this attitude towards arcane issues.
Franks said heavily: "Probably our past research was still very superficial, still on the surface of the world, and not close to the truth at all, so this situation occurred. Perhaps, we are still far from the reality of the world, and perhaps, when we really get close to the 'truth', we will find that it is very different from what we think and insist on now, and may even be against it."
"Indeed, the more I delve into the arcane, the more I realize my ignorance, whether it is time, space, matter and energy, or the gravitational force that I am best at." Douglas's eyes showed confusion again.
Franks exhaled softly: "The reality of the world is beginning to exceed our imagination, more and more questions we can't answer, more and more things are pointing to the same thing, what is the nature of gravity, how did it first appear, if your celestial motion system is established, what is it that originally gave the power to make the planet spin?"
"This is also a question I wonder, what is provided by gravity, how is it propagated, how it was generated in the beginning, and how did the celestial motion system be established...... Sometimes, I have to admit that the more I know, the more confused and afraid I become, perhaps, I was wrong from beginning to end." Douglas's voice seemed a little ethereal.
Franks' blue eyes became deeper and deeper, his right hand spread out, and he strengthened his tone with gestures: "Maybe we should find an explanation philosophically, maybe there really is the first driving force, there is the root of everything creation, in that case, the gravitational system, the celestial operation system, can be perfectly constructed."
Perhaps facing an old friend and discussing arcane issues, Douglas did not hide it, and said slightly dejectedly: "Sometimes, I can't help but think like this, probably there is really a supreme being, there really is the first driving force, otherwise the entire arcane system cannot be explained from the source, it will be like a villa without a foundation, after a gust of wind, it will collapse and destroy directly."
The atmosphere became more and more strange and quiet, and it seemed that there was a light in Franks' eyes: "In other words, without the first thrust, your gravitational system and motion system will collapse."
"Yes." After answering, Douglas added, "At least for now, but maybe other arcane explanations can be found in the future."
Franks said in a low voice: "Then what is the origin of the whole world? Who am I? Who is me? Where do we come from? Where will it go? Can these questions be explained from arcane research?"
"Not for the time being, it is still in the realm of philosophy." Douglas shook his head.
Franks also shook his head and said, "No, it's a theological category, as long as you admit that there is a supreme being, there is a first driving force, these questions can be explained."
Douglas opened his mouth, and was about to say something, but suddenly his pupils contracted and said: "Who are you? You are not Franks!"
Something seemed to appear in Franks' body, and his breath became divine and peaceful: "You can call me Benedict III."
"Pope...... What are you doing here? Where's Frank?" Douglas didn't panic too much, in his own half plane, in his magic tower, even if the Pope, the Silver Moon, and the Lord of Hell really came, he was confident that he would fight - provided that there was no divine descent technique, so he was not afraid of the Pope who was projected into Franks' body in a strange way.
The magic tower energy flowed, mysterious magic circles opened one by one, and the "true secret realm" outside went directly into the late night, starry in the darkness.
Pope Benedict III did not react to such a change, but smiled and said: "Franks is willing to let me project it, otherwise I can project it into an unwilling archmage."
"It turns out that he is already a member of the church, so it's no wonder that so many things have been leaked before. I always suspected that there was a spy in the Panel, but I didn't expect it to be him." Douglas faced this highest-level spy, and there was only a burst of inexplicable sadness, and his old friend who worked hard to establish the magic council with him betrayed his ideals in his later years and defected to his sworn enemy?
In this regard, he is also very glad that this "Mushroom Cloud" project only selected a few members of the committee who passed the trust test to know the general situation, and there was no Franks in it.
Benedict III said calmly: "Franks recognized the problem of the root of the arcane, so he returned to the arms of the Lord, Douglas, don't deny it, your heart has begun to believe in the first driving force, believe in a supreme being."
"Yes, I can't deny that I believe in the first driving force and the supreme existence." Douglas replied expressionlessly.
Benedict III showed a hint of joy: "Very good, if you are willing to be baptized, you will be the first saint of the church, you will be given a holy name by the Lord, and you will become pope in the future, come into contact with God-like secrets, and truly have eternal life and happiness."
Douglas suddenly chuckled twice: "I believe in this, but it does not mean that I will believe in the God of truth."
"Why? Don't you know the power of the 'Divine Descent Technique'?" Haven't you seen the projection of Paradise Mountain with your own eyes? If you are willing to join the church, I can reveal the secrets of the God-like realm to you now." Benedict III was a little surprised.
Douglas smiled and pointed to the starry sky outside the window: "Benedict III, you have probably only been to Xenospace, and you have never explored the starry sky like us magicians, right?"
"So what?" Benedict III did not understand why Douglas said that.
Douglas looked at the starry sky with rare enthusiasm and obsession: "Only if you have really been there can you understand how vast and boundless the starry sky is, compared to it, I, you, the silver moon, the lord of hell, and even the whole world are so small, like dust on the ground."
"Even if I believe in the first driving force, I absolutely do not believe that such a great being would hide in such a small world and compete with us and the vampires for territory."
"He may accept our prayers and bring peace to our hearts, but the 'God of Truth' who directly sends charisms and magic to encourage the church to compete for resources and territory in this world is really nothing compared to the infinite starry sky that is awe-inspiring in itself."
Speaking of this, Douglas withdrew his gaze and looked at Benedict III with a smile:
"Therefore, He is also worthy of my faith?"
At this moment, the man who overcame obstacles to establish the Magic Council fully revealed his confidence and pride.
Benedict III's face was ashen, Douglas was indeed confused, but the direction he was confused was completely wrong.
"I really want to know the secrets of gods, but I disdain to rely on this method." Douglas' smile calmed down, "One day, you will find that we magicians are not enemies of faith, because our eyes are not as narrow as yours, and we are only confined to such a small place."
"The future of our magicians is closer to the 'real', in the vast starry sky!"
Benedict III sighed: "The gods are more difficult than you think, sometimes, vastness does not necessarily mean the truth, a higher level and a higher form of existence is, since you refused, then I will take my leave now."
"Let Franks go, he has the credit for establishing the Magic Council, I don't want to hold him accountable for his mistakes, but please leave the council." Douglas also sighed, Benedict III was obviously just a projection, and killing Franks would not hurt him, and at the same time, he planned to instruct Helen, who was guarding Alinge, to pay close attention to Franks' movements to prevent him from causing damage.
Benedict III didn't say anything more, got up and walked out of the Magic Tower.
When he stepped into the teleportation array, Franks' entire body suddenly melted, condensing into drops of blood with holy light, and then these blood painted strange symbols to block all space nodes, as if Douglas had closed half a plane on his own.
Douglas frowned and tried to open it, only to find that it would take at least two days, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Is this a god-like method? By sacrificing my own projection and a nine-ring archmage, can I temporarily block half of my plane?"
He was quite glad for this, if the church was ready to fight, this method of making the legendary peak magicians unable to leave half the plane for the time being was very fatal, which meant that it would be divided and attacked, and the council's strength was already far inferior to that of the church, and if it was divided, it would be destroyed.
"Fortunately, I started it in advance and took the initiative into my own hands, but what does Benedict III want to do?" Douglas did not think he would go to war again at this stage, unless he wanted to take credit for the destruction of the church and join the council, so he was not in a hurry but more doubtful.
"Although the methods just now have holy light, they are more like some unique magic of ancient magicians, strange and inexplicable, it seems that in the process of destroying the empire, the church has gained a lot of classics."
PS: Laughing Version, Douglas: Our Magician's Journey, in the Sea of Stars!
(End of this chapter)