"Charles, it seems like you should have a crystal...

A steel elemental crystal!"

"Impossible..."

Charles was confused, he was an ordinary person since he was a child. Not only is it not stronger than the average person, but it can't be picked up on the shoulders or lifted in the hands, and it is a hunchback that is difficult to turn back.

"Probably recessive genes," Mebis said thoughtfully, "but it doesn't matter anymore, the data contributed by the Steelbone Demon Ape is enough to make up for this part of the gap." ”

Charles listened in a fog for a while, and suddenly felt a heat in the back of his head, and there seemed to be something more in his head.

Command Substance: Steel

Permission level: High

"Come on, give it a try. ”

"What to try?" Charles subconsciously touched his head, for fear that his brain would be burned out by the sudden fever.

"Unleash your mental power. ”

Mebis was so patient that he seemed to be talking to a mouse through the glass jar: "I just gave you the permission to complete the integration, try to see if you can connect to the nearby steel element." ”

"Huh, huh?" Charles was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly unfolded his brainwave to try it.

Sure enough, the information fed back by the brainwave this time was completely different, within a radius of thirty-five meters, there were countless parts and plates of different sizes, ranging from the dust floating in the air to the wall and tower of the main tower of the barracks, all of which responded to him!

Close your eyes and feel it, it's like being in a black and white world, and all of a sudden, all the steel elements light up with their own silvery white, dazzling.

Charles felt like he was in a bright galaxy for a while, indulging in this beautiful scene, and couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

"This—This is..."

"This is the steel field, Charles. ”

Mebis's elegant, clear voice sounded in his head: "Congratulations, from now on, you are a magician." ”

The main tower of the Praetorian Guard is made of steel, and the steel elements in the tower are far more active than the outside world.

Charles felt the steel elements swimming around him, and involuntarily reached out his hands, trying to make these free-flying silver elves stay in his palms.

A little silver light immediately responded to Charles's call, and continued to converge into his hand, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a thumb-sized iron ball, floating in his hand.

"I... I'm a magician..."

Charles trembled and held the iron ball in his palm, tears quietly flooding his eyes.

For some reason, he remembered his father's last rush to the barracks, his mother's silent crying when she received the nightmare, and his hesitation and helplessness when he wandered in front of the recruit recruitment center.

All kinds of grievances in the past, at this moment, like a flood that broke the embankment, all came to my heart.

"Ah~ha... Boring memories are left for dreaming at night. ”

Mebis yawned inophtimately, ruthlessly interrupting Charles's mixed feelings: "Let's see if there is any knowledge of the steel element in the academy's textbooks first." ”

Charles rubbed his eyes in embarrassment, and took the small iron ball into his arms with great dignity:

"What you don't understand, it's not a boring memory, only if you have felt real powerlessness, you will understand the weight of this power. ”

Mebis was silent for a moment, and said seriously:

"I see, then I'll avoid it for a while and let you finish crying. ”

"Avoid the head, let's learn magic together!" Charles couldn't help but laugh as he took out the textbook and continued to read it.

However, the steel element talent is extremely rare, and the academy only symbolically passes through a few strokes, Charles rummaged through the entire textbook, and only found a first-level steel spell, the Flying Blade Technique.

"Flying Blades!"

Charles called out in a loud voice, following the record in the book.

A broad-board kitchen knife condensed in front of him out of thin air, and slashed out with a whirlwind, chopping the sunken wooden wardrobe in the corner of the wall in half.

"Hey, it doesn't seem to be the same as the book?"

Charles looked at the wardrobe of the heroic sacrifice and the kitchen knife embedded deep in the wall, compared it back and forth several times in the book, and said suspiciously.

"It's different, your blade is twenty times bigger than in the book. Mebis's clear voice sounded faintly.

"Uh..."

"It seems that you haven't noticed that you can use magic more easily than ordinary people. ”

Mebis reminded coldly: "Ordinary people need to release their spiritual power through crystallization transformation and amplification in order to connect with the elements. ”

"And you, because of Charles Lee's experience, you have mastered the most basic tempering method of spiritual power, and you have the advanced authority that I have integrated, you can directly command the elements, and of course it is much easier to use magic. ”

Charles flipped through the textbook again, and then remembered that he didn't seem to release his magic through crystallization:

"Well, it doesn't seem like it's a good time to practice indoors..."

In order to avoid destroying the room, Charles went to the viewing terrace on the third floor, and while holding the textbooks of the magic academy, he communicated with the steel elements wandering around:

"Flying Blades!"

As soon as the words fell, the steel elements gathered in response, and a board of silver-shiny sharp handleless kitchen knives floated in front of Charles.

"How, how much mental power is left?"

Charles carefully felt the pressure in his head, and replied a little embarrassed:

"Hmm... It doesn't feel so obvious that it's not as good as ...... A few more!"

"Flying Blades!"

There was a sudden wind in the air, and countless starlights converged on the third floor of the main tower at the same time, this time, Charles mobilized all the free steel elements in the field in one breath, and dozens of kitchen knives were densely packed with silver shining in the air, floating up and down.

At this moment, Ogu was reviewing documents in his study, although the military affairs were busy, but the rapid accumulation of steel elements in the air, how could it escape his senses.

"What's going on?"

In the entire barracks, apart from him and Charles, there is only one person with the talent of the iron element: Trist Castro!

Of course, Ogu knew why the elder brother of the head of the family, Tryst, came, and this nephew had also observed for a while, and his talents and circumstances were somewhat similar to his own.

It's just that the adversity caused to him by the deliberate actions of the head of the family over the years seems to have created a bad character that seems to be very deep in the city, but is actually superficial and arrogant.

This made Ogu not only disgusted with Trist's character, but also disgusted by the Warhammer family's behavior of wasting a worthy steel elemental talent to force himself into the grain.

Even without Charles's presence, he would never have taken Trist as an apprentice.

Besides, he was extremely satisfied with Charles's qualifications, so he left this nephew aside and ignored it for the time being.

Could it be that Trist dared to break into the main tower and attack Charles?

"Bastard!" In a fit of rage, the bookcase suffered, and he ignored the flying letter files, summoned the Eagle Strike Staff, and flew out of the tower, falling straight to the third floor.

At this time, on the outside of the terrace on the third floor, nearly 100 book-sized blades were already densely suspended, and they were ready to go.

Charles only felt that the loss of mental power was getting faster and faster, and he was about to bottom out in just a few breaths, so he had to point to the flat ground where no one was around:

"Flying Blades!!"

All the sharp blades of steel shot out at the same time, and the sound of the blades breaking through the air converged into a unique humming sound, which spread throughout the wilderness, and shook the brick barracks on the drinking slope to the dust.

Who knew that the accuracy of the kitchen knife array was ridiculously bad, and the six relatives went straight to the nearby bathhouse without recognizing it.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, dozens of kitchen knives smashed into the ceiling of the bathhouse.

It was evening, it was the time when the bathhouse was lively, and the sergeants of each regiment were tired of practicing drills and patrolling for most of the day, and as soon as they finished the team, they immediately made an appointment with three or five friends and went straight to the bathhouse.

When I was washing happily, I only heard the sound of the roof rumbling, and in the dust, the ceiling above my head was directly smashed into a corner.

Suddenly a burst of brick dust fell in the bright bathhouse, and the soldiers were so frightened that they didn't even want their pants, so they rushed out of the bathhouse bare-chested.

After a burst of smoke and dust, I saw that above the bathhouse, the Lord of Steel stood in the air, his face was extremely ugly, and under his feet, dozens of kitchen knives were floating up and down, and the knife light was deep and cold.

With the bleak autumn wind on the slope, the sergeants couldn't help but clamp their legs.

"That's... Did you bring bath water to the Legion Commander today?" asked a school officer, holding his crotch and whispering to his side.

"Not yet..."

The bathhouse caretaker wiped the cold sweat on his face, looked at the cold back of Ogu driving the knife, and immediately turned his head to fetch water.