"Impact god-like?" Lucian was really surprised this time, it was only a little over a year, and His Excellency the Speaker was ready?
Douglas said with a smile: "When you discovered the sun, even if my preparations were almost complete, this year was mainly used to personally verify the existence of the sun, integrate the 'real-world feedback' with my own research experience, and arrange auxiliary magic circles.
"Therefore, as long as you can understand the essence and key of this auxiliary magic circle, the arrangement will be relatively simple, much less than the three or four years I estimated in the past."
As long as you complete the state transformation, accumulate enough emotional power and faith power, and master the complexity and specialness of the magic circle, you can prepare quite easily, far less than the time it took to gather the power of faith and emotion before.
When he spoke, Douglas's smile was peaceful and kind, completely devoid of the excitement, yearning, excitement, and anxiety that was about to hit the god-like level, and did not have the kind of emotion that Lucian had when he discovered the sun more than a year ago.
"Is it too urgent?" Although Lucian has always claimed to be sober and rational and good at making decisions at critical moments, it is inevitable that he will be indecisive at this time.
Douglas smiled and shook his head: "All the preparations are ready, there is no difference between the impact now and the impact in five or ten years, you must know that I have been promoted to the peak of the legend for nearly three hundred years, the reason why I came directly to you is really because I still have concerns in my heart, Brooke is smart and cautious, and his mind and temperament are sufficient, but he has an introverted and gloomy personality, prefers to immerse himself in research, and leads the council more reluctantly, while Fernando and Hathaway each have major flaws in their personalities and are even more unsuitable, so if I fail this impact and cannot survive , I hope Lucian can shoulder the responsibility of leading the council."
He probably analyzed the other three legendary peaks, and looked at Lucian's gaze slightly eagerly.
"Your Excellency...... You will definitely be fine." Lucian said subconsciously, and then said solemnly and sincerely, "As long as I am alive, the council will not perish."
Douglas smiled with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and patted Lucian on the shoulder: "Then please trouble you to protect my impact."
"Guardian? No problem, Your Excellency, are you going to the xenoplane impact?" Although there is no clear data on whether there was a vision when the impact on the god-like gods, based on the performance of each major stage of promotion before, Lucian undoubtedly believed that the movement at that time would be very amazing, and he had long judged that Thanos was either secretly promoted in Xeno Space, Necropolis and other places, or within his own half plane.
Therefore, the legends of the ancient magical empire at that time did not realize that each door in the "World of Doors" was equivalent to an independent xenospace, and Viken could have hidden it from Muskillen and others.
But Douglas's promotion is different from them, it requires the cognitive world and the real environment corresponding to the cognitive world - its own half-plane, which obviously cannot be completed within the half-plane, can only go to places such as the otherworldly space or the necromancer, otherwise once the movement is too big and it takes a long time, it will definitely attract strong people such as Pope Viken, "Lord of Hell" Mardimos, and the Pope of the Northern Church.
Douglas said helplessly: "My promotion not only needs to be based on the cognitive world and my own half-plane, but also to grasp the main star of destiny, and completely 'overlap and merge' its projection in the soul with the soul, the cognitive world and the half-plane.
"How long does this impact process take? If the time is short, Viken will definitely not have time to come, we only need to guard against the 'Lord of Hell', well, our three legendary peaks rely on the Alinge Maze Lock to stop him." Lucian's expression became solemn, when facing the gods, the Magic Council was now more than passive in defense, and the back and forth were not enough to deal with.
Douglas sighed softly and laughed self-deprecatingly: "I am the first legend to try this path, and I can only roughly judge that the time required ranges from ten minutes to forty minutes, and it is difficult to guess what stage will cause a big movement."
The Magic Council has not yet conducted any formal research on "visions".
"This can only be considered for forty minutes...... I think 'Silver Moon' should be happy to have another reliable ally, after all, Viken holds the platinum scepter and holds the key to borrowing the power of 'Paradise Mountain', and I will go to the Dark Mountains again." Lucian analyzed the situation, "But we have to prevent someone from taking advantage of the chaos to put the 'Abyssal Will' in......"
"Silver Moon" Etna stopped Pope Viken, and her three legendary peaks used the Mystery Lock to block the "Lord of Hell", which should barely be enough, as long as there are no other major changes.
Douglas's tone became solemn: "I will go to the Dark Mountains with you and talk to 'Silver Moon' in person."
He had been carrying the Magic Council forward for hundreds of years, and he was not the kind of person who wanted to save face, so he naturally understood that if he wanted to seek help from others, he had to show his sincerity first.
"Okay." Lucian nodded first, and then hesitated for a moment: "Although it has only been five years since Viken became 'Benedict III', and it has not yet reached the time for him to fully recover, we all know that the real reason why he uses less 'Divine Descent Technique' is that his physical consumption is huge and cannot be restored, and he is worried about the monster Viken.
"Then you have to find a way to lure Viken away? So that He can't come in time to stop it?" With Douglas's wisdom, he naturally had many plans and plans, such as attacking the Xenospace controlled by the church, or making a way to rescue the monster Viken.
Lucian thought for a while and said with a slight hesitation: "Maybe there is a better way......"
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The prayer room of the Cathedral of San Gono.
Last time he followed the instructions of the "King of Angels" Mecantron and went to the "Chaotic Starry Sky" to get the "space-time slate", but he met Lucian and was almost engulfed by the high-energy storm created by the "Positron Cannon", but fortunately he was rescued by the "Lord of Hell" who had been cooperating with him, and then he survived.
As long as the Heavenly Mountain is not destroyed, it can be reborn from the brilliance of the Lord, and if it is affected by Lucian's terrifying legendary spells, it will definitely fall!
- Regarding the "truth about the resurrection" of Mecantron, he knew it from the mouth of the "Lord of Hell".
"My 'power of virtue' has almost been collected, but I still lack a 'container'......" The "Book of Virtues" that Clement got from the "King of Angels" Mecantron uses positive symbols such as honesty as a subsion for the power of negative emotions, and the corresponding hidden dangers are not so great.
These are the two major branches that appeared after Thanos and Viken each perfected the god-like path, and the reason for the difference is that Thanos is equivalent to starting over, no longer limited by negative emotions and ancient demons.
"But it is also difficult to collect the materials needed." Clement thought quite distressedly, "If it weren't for Gono's death long ago, only the accumulation of power and divinity would have accumulated, and his body could only be borrowed by gods such as the 'Lord of Hell', and I could directly use his body as a 'container'...... Why am I inheriting the power of Gono, not St. Ivan, St. Felix and others......"
Just as he was lamenting secretly, the outskirts of Fort St. Ivan were shrouded in darkness.
Fort St. Ivan in late autumn is already as cold as Alinge in winter, and every breath will condense "white mist", and the night is especially moving.
On a hill that is continuous but not steep, a carriage with lanterns is speeding towards the manor at the foot of the mountain.
The thin coachman had a big red nose, wore a not too thick coat, and while driving the horses, he poured himself strong wine, as if as long as there was wine, he would not be afraid of the cold.
Suddenly, the coachman shivered slightly, as if the spirits could not stop a trace of chill rising from his heart.
He looked at the sky and saw that the silver moon was covered by dark clouds and the surroundings were pitch black, and he subconsciously felt a kind of desolation and gloomy, so he waved his riding whip and sped up the carriage.
The horse ran fast for a while, and suddenly slipped when turning, and the whole car flew out sideways and fell down a not-so-high hillside.
"Damn it, how can I explain this to the master...... The coachman was not injured, stood up in annoyance, and blamed himself for not being able to control the horse well.
When he was about to bend down to check the horse's injuries, a cave suddenly appeared in his pupils, and in the hidden part of the hillside, there was a cave that could not be found under normal circumstances, and there was a golden coin at the entrance of the cave.
"Gold coin ......" The coachman's eyes suddenly became hot, and he looked around carefully, then walked to the entrance of the cave, excitedly guessing whether there was any treasure inside.
Drunk, he didn't think about whether there was any danger in the cave, so he walked to the entrance of the cave and picked up the gold coin, completely unaware that he had passed through a transparent light mask that was about to disappear.
Just as he was about to carefully examine the gold coin, the coachman's pupils suddenly dilated, because the cave was painted with strange symbols, filled with a strong "taste" of pain, despair and hatred.
The coachman froze in fright, watching the symbols disintegrate and disappear in a matter of minutes, along with the transparent light mask he hadn't noticed.
Then, he shook his head and burped: "I just slept, did I fall asleep?"
As the coachman walked into the cave, Clement in the Cathedral of San Gono suddenly felt something, interrupted the "repentance", truly closed his eyes, and saw a pair of bright red eyes full of ridicule in the darkness.
"Someone in St. Ivan Castle used the power of negative emotions to complete the transformation of the ancient devil state, and I sensed the intense pain, despair and hatred......" Maldimos said firmly, "You should find out who it is as soon as possible."
Clement narrowed his eyes slightly, is there anyone else in St. Ivan Castle who understands the transformation of the ancient devil state?
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(End of this chapter)