First-order magicians, according to the Federation's statistics in AE1430, registered a total of 9,653 people, accounting for more than ninety percent of the total number of mages.

Most mages experience about five to ten years of accumulation in the magic apprenticeship stage, and they can approach this stage, when the concentration of mana in their bodies tends to be saturated, and the expansion of mana reserves reaches the upper limit, with a large number of experiments showing that this value is roughly 10 standard gourdes (mana concentration units), and there are certain differences between different races and different individuals, and the value fluctuates between 2%~2.3%.

If you've stepped into this realm, congratulations, you've gone from a crappy rookie to a rookie and can call yourself a true magician. If you are in a regular magic academy, then now is the time for you to find a mentor to choose a school, if you are not from a professional background, then joining the local mage mutual aid organization will be your best choice, after all, even in the current boom of magic, the theory of magic above the second order can still only be found in professional mage organizations, and the use of second-order magic may be the biggest difference between first-order magicians and apprentices......

———— excerpt from Arcane ae1435.d25:129~152

The bright light that illuminated the palace only lasted for a moment, as if it was just a phantom reflected on the retinas of everyone present, but the large hole in the corridor with a diameter of nearly ten meters told them that everything just now was real.

The huge law enforcement guards, who were three stories high, had almost no room for resistance, and in an instant, they were turned into ashes in the blazing white light of the complete version of the second-order spell burst array, and all the overseers who witnessed all this stopped their steps to evacuate in a sluggish manner, and looked at Roger who had completed it all tremblingly.

Without a trace, he put his slightly trembling palms behind his back, and the consequences of forcibly breaking through the first-order barrier were far more serious than Roger's performance, and the manic magic power was surging in his body, destroying the fragile magic circuit in Roger's body like a wolf.

However, Roger's expression was still indifferent, and his voice was calm, but everyone present could just hear it, including Fitz, who was sitting on the throne, "To be honest, I originally planned to come here to borrow a way back to the pan-continent, but now..... It's a bit of a problem. ”

"So you've changed your mind now?"

The drooping old Fitz stood up with the armrest of the throne, and his cloudy old eyes made contact with Roger's cold gaze from a distance, and said tremblingly, "From the look in your eyes, I feel that you want to screw my head off now. So I want to ask, why is that?"

"Why are you so interested in what is happening here instead of the Commonwealth's pursuers, why are you here, why do you have to break the peace here for half a century!" Fitz's tone suddenly became excited, and in his shouting, countless wind blades slowly appeared behind him, and the rain rained indiscriminately down the stairs, and for a moment, the devastation was full of devastation.

After the storm, the severed arms and stumps were scattered in pools of blood, and Roger stepped out of the 'primordial' nothingness, his leather boots stomping into the viscous plasma, splashing brilliant blood.

A mocking smile gradually appeared on his calm face, and in addition to the heavy gasps of Ryan and Difana, all that remained in the huge palace was Fitz's increasingly broken and unwilling roar, "Why? Why can't I kill you!"

Skirting the blood that meandered into a small river, and jumping over the round pit that still exuded residual warmth, Roger walked down the stairs to the old man on the throne, and he took a deep breath of fishy sweet air in intoxication, as if he was once again in those nightmarish battlefields.

Roger couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth, his hoarse voice as if it came from hell, "Aren't they your loyal men, what made you decide to use such a stupid way to stop me?"

"It's their glory!

Seeing that the only second-order spell he mastered couldn't kill this hateful mouse, Fiz looked hideous, and threw the crystal ball in his hand to the ground in anger, "Damn Yvette, if I get those magic in the storeroom, I should be the inheritor of the shelter...... You guys don't want to rebel against me!"

With a bang, the hard crystal ball collided with the bluestone ground, and unexpectedly it did not break, but sank like a stone thrown into the lake, and then the cascading stairs instantly turned into crumbling quicksand, and Roger's feet fell into it.

"Bastard, see if you're still dead this time!"

Sharp icicles formed in Fitz's dry palms, and the arrows were about to pierce the trapped Roger.

Even if his hands and feet were tied in the quicksand, it didn't affect Roger's sneering taunt, "Is this your last ability, I have to say that I'm really a little disappointed, so I'm optimistic about the next ....... Huh, my magic?"

"Haha.... Hahahahaha"

After snorting a few times, Fitz quickly couldn't hold back his laughter, his face completely devoid of the arrogance of the square, but like a kind old man looking at his juniors, "Weird little ghost, I think I should admit that I have always underestimated you, but do you really think that as the most successful betrayer of the Federation, I will not make arrangements for magicians?"

Fitz spread his arms and sang loudly in the hazy beams of light cast by the vault, countless magic patterns spread around the throne, and the twisted symbols formed a large circle in the passage constructed by Mithril, they were far more complex than the circle of explosive fire spells that Roger used to channel, and the small part that Roger saw alone contained nearly thousands of obscure magic symbols, even so, Roger recognized the name of this circle at a glance, just because this circle was too famous in the wizarding world.

"Are you really willing to arrange this forbidden demon formation, I guess you spent a ton of Mithril?Then the magic absorber of the formation is made of a large number of soul fragments, that thing is best used to isolate and absorb magic power, if anyone can really afford that kind of expense....."

"Heh, look at my memory, this is the Necromantic Underworld, the largest source of soul fragments. ”

The magic elements enriched in his body because of the breakthrough were sucked away by the surrounding 'quicksand' like a leak, and the feeling of magic emptiness impacted, making Roger dizzy for a while.

And at this time, Roger noticed that these 'quicksands' had a pale gray luster, what kind of quicksand was this, this was clearly the powder crushed by a large number of soul fragments!

"I'm really flattered that the military-level forbidden magic array is used on me alone, I'm afraid these materials alone can buy a small city in the Pan Continent. ”

"Hey, it's all worth it. Even with a smile on his lips, the fierce light in Fitz's eyes could no longer be hidden, it was the little guy in front of him who had let his years of business in the ruins of Amanda go to waste, and looking back, his attempt to use him to eradicate the True Wisdom Society was undoubtedly extremely stupid.

"That's it, no matter what magic you used before, you will not be able to escape in this forbidden demon realm, so, die, little ghost!"

The jumbled footsteps resounded through the palace again, and the overseers with longbows poured out of the shadows, and the arrows were once again aimed at Roger, who no longer had the magic to unleash the scorching shield.

"It's really sad, to see my companion being killed by the lord, and still be so insensitive, really, sadly, ......"

The verdant flowers bloomed before Roger's eyes, and a moment later they were dyed a charming crimson, and then a long howl resounded through the sky could be heard in the distance.

An emerald green arrow of light shot in from outside the palace at the last moment, it was clearly just a small arrow of light, but it grew like a living plant, and the exponential growth of the upside-down hanging branch pierced the chest of each overseer, and the vigorous blood nourished the stiff-looking Fitz face.

"Sing praises to the name of my father,

Bending branches into bows,

The demons in the sky are also raining down. ”

Celebrating the elves' depiction of Voss the Warden, the concept of 'primordial' was touched, and by going back in time, Roger's thin figure swelled up at once, angular muscles supported his shirt, a shallow pool of quicksand was jumped out, and Roger regained the strength of his body when he was once called Lord Hunt.

"How long has it been since I've used this gesture?" Roger clenched his fists close to the aging Fitz, absentmindedly saying incoherent words.

"No, you can't!"

At this time, Fitz, who was poor in donkey skills, finally showed his cowardly side, and begged the tall Roger in front of him to let him go, staring at such Fitz, Roger who recalled the past suddenly lost interest in speaking.

Reaching out and pulling out a small bottle from his pocket, the lilac liquid was foaming finely, Roger shook the potion, not wanting to look at Fitz more, "Originally, I still have a lot of questions for you, but I find that every minute of your life is my sin, since I can't release magic in it, let's use it to end you." ”

Roger's faint speech made Fitz's eyes widen, he roared weakly, twisting hard, but he could not prevent the small bottle from shattering on the hard throne, so the magic of the solid phase was released, the decaying body was instantly gray in it, and the flames that rose to the sky turned into a holy white cross and rose, announcing that the betrayal that had lasted for half a century in this land ushered in its final judgment.

"Oh, this other bottle turned out to be a second-order spell, the Reverse Cross Monarchy. Roger, who had done a mage salute with his right hand on his chest, said.