“......”

It wasn't surprising that the two attributes of strength and constitution were not ascending but descending, and the muse knew the possibility of such an outcome before using the arcane true body.

There was bound to be a price to be paid for using power beyond his ability, and being able to use the knowledge he possessed to weaken this cost to an acceptable point of declining his physical fitness attributes was already the limit of what he could do.

Although the Muse was still not very satisfied with the injuries that would inevitably arise after the removal of the Arcane True......

"The attribute of spirit has really increased again!"

He muttered to himself.

"If you look at the spirit alone, it's already the level when I was promoted to a fifth-order grand arcane master in my previous life......"

"Huh. ”

"Just with my current level, I can carry the terrifying spiritual power without any problems, which at least shows that the soul level is extremely high. ”

"Hmm...... Saying it is the same as not saying it......"

Shaking his head, the muse threw the thought of running behind him and forcibly pulled his thoughts back on track.

"If a high-level legal professional wants to advance to the legendary level and become a legendary spellcaster......"

"It's just a high degree of purity and condensation of spiritual power, which in turn leads to the ascension and qualitative change of the soul level. ”

"A third-order arcanist is promoted to the fourth order, and becoming a great arcanist is no exception. ”

Feeling the colossal spiritual power that was constantly circulating in the spiritual sea in his body, the corners of his mouth slowly outlined an arc,

"For me now, it's something that can be done at any time......

"Even later, in order to advance to a high-level legend, that is, a fifth-order grand arcanist, it is not difficult for me to comprehend the rules and comprehend my true name......

"Huh. ”

However, thinking of this, the muse began to shake his head slowly,

"But it's not time yet!"

"The elemental tides have not really swept across the Norandar plane, and the gods are still in their kingdom and hold the authority that belongs to them. ”

"The Sage Catastrophe is still brewing. ”

"And the [Arcane Revolution] has not yet arrived, and I can't ...... it yet."

The muse lowered his eyelids slightly, and after a moment of silence, he picked up the previous thoughts,

"Because. ”

"The Grand Arcanist is more than just a legendary spellcaster!"

"To become a true [Grand Arcanist], what you need to come into contact with, and even continue to progress, is the most core benefit of the gods, and it is also what they regard as forbidden!"

"I can assure you that everyone, including the Arcane Ring, even the successful Legendary Spellcaster of the Grand Arcanist, has never taken that step and touched that crucial matter. ”

"That is to say, it is not a [Grand Arcanist] in the full sense of the word!"

“......”

"After all, all the gods are staring at those things!"

"There are by no means a few quarrels and conflicts over the distribution of their shares. ”

"If there is an outsider who dares to touch it at this time. ”

"It must be the result of the gods working together to beat the outsiders to death with a stick, and then continue the internal distribution......"

“......”

"And the Arcane Ring, and even the entire Mage Federation, now don't have the ability to truly contend with the gods!"

"But soon, soon......"

"When it comes to the [Sage Havoc], the gods who have fallen into the mortal world, walked the world in the form of gods and saints, fought against each other, and tried to impact the higher realms will eventually find out. ”

"It will not only be the gods of the next generation who will rise in this catastrophe!"

Thinking of this, the muse closed his eyes suddenly, and the hands that naturally rested on his knees grabbed a wrinkle in the corresponding position of the mage robe on his body.

After twenty or thirty seconds of silence, he opened his eyes again, and his hands relaxed.

By this time, the muse had returned to its usual appearance.

Slowly standing up, he patted the parts of his body that had been paralyzed by sitting with one hand, and as he moved them, he reached out with his other hand, flat in front of him.

The Muse decided that it was better to plan the things in front of him first, and there was no point in worrying about things that were too far away.

"Come out, little one. ”

"I know you're awake. ”

Not long after his words fell, countless subtle dark golden rays of light burst from the walls, and then converged towards the center, as if trying to condense something.

A moment later, a dark golden ball of light about twenty centimeters in diameter and a pair of small wings of light appeared in front of the muse.

After completely condensing out, the dark golden ball of light seemed to pause, and then floated at a slow speed, and finally landed on his open palm.

At the same time, a wave of ideas spread from it:

"Familiar and gracious atmosphere. ”

"My master, is that you?"

did not respond to this fluctuation of thoughts immediately, and the muse looked curiously at the Arcane Tower in front of him, which may have been in the time tunnel, and it took a lot of time to be born, suspected of the existence of [Machine Spirit].

Feeling the slightly warm elastic touch in his hand, he gently weighed the dark golden light, and then unsurprisingly found that he didn't feel any weight.

"Hmm......"

Gently stroking his chin with his other hand, the muse looked up and down at the dark golden light in front of him, which was very patiently waiting for a reply, and some thoughts suddenly popped into his mind,

"From the logical point of view of the discourse, its intelligence should be a lot better than it was at the beginning. ”

"It seems that the knowledge I have given has been basically digested. ”

“......”

"But did I forget to give me the knowledge about changing appearances?"

"This form is just an enlarged version of what it looked like when I first saw it......"

Shaking his head and tossing aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind, the muse mobilized his mental power and transmitted a fluctuation of thoughts.

"That's right, it's me. ”

"Builder of the Arcane Tower, your master, Muse Newton. ”

After receiving the reply, the surface of the dark golden ball of light flashed, and another wave of thoughts came out, with a sense of joy and gratitude

"Greetings to Ilias"

"Thank you, my master. ”

"Your gift of knowledge freed me from ignorance ......"

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Sensing this fluctuation of thoughts, several more thoughts suddenly popped into the muse's mind.

"Ilias?"

"Isn't that the name of this Arcane Tower?"

“......”

"However, it's normal for the naturally born [Machine Spirit] in the Arcane Tower to claim to be like this......"

Nodding slightly, he reached out and touched his forehead lightly, but he pulled out a blue point of light between the flashes of arcane brilliance, and then continued to send out the next fluctuation of thought:

"To facilitate communication between you and me. ”

"You take in this knowledge and then you change your appearance. ”

"I think the elves look good. ”

"Also, it would be more appropriate for you to change your name to "Elias" ......"