Blurred clouds will appear in a more magnificent way in the universe, and this is the nebula. Scientists from the alliance will say that their main ingredient is hydrogen, followed by helium, and they also contain a certain proportion of metallic and non-metallic elements. But magicians can't look at things from such mortal eyes, who knows what the nebula will be made of, maybe it's what the scientists say, maybe not?

The most evil organization in the multiverse, the headquarters of the Mage's Guild is hidden in the infinite sea of nebulae: in the geometric plane of a mysterious dimension. There's a Solomon Fortress there. Fort Solomon is a whole made up of countless independent forts of different sizes, and there are many subordinate forts.

Except for Solomon's core "Fortress of the Main Consciousness" Nightmare, the rest of the fortresses are really used for habitation, and most of the mages live there, a place where there is no light, and there may not be any air to support life.

The Mage's Guild is not a place of equality, it has the oldest family relationships. However, the members of the Mage Society do not care about equality, they do not have such a consciousness, they dedicate all their energy to what they consider to be one of the greatest causes: the struggle to destroy all life in the universe!

There's a little bit of black that comes out, and that's the deepest, purest black. At the end of the black is a palace that is like nothing. The palace is distinctly in the style of the Jimidian civilization, and the whole palace is like an ancient pyramid dedicated to the sun god, and the whole body exudes a dim atmosphere, making everyone who sees its body drowsy. The palace itself is also bleak.

The palace is a castle, if you want to enter the castle, you can only take the entrance of the palace, and it is stupid to try to tear the space and transfer directly to the castle, there are subspace-time fragments everywhere, once the magic of spatial transfer is used at will, it will immediately be ground into a shadow substance outside of time by the endless power of subspace-time.

Usually next to the black hole is a hill, and the hill is the carrier of the black hole, and the black hole exists inside the mountain. Maybe shout at the sesame to open the door, and a black hole will appear. But maybe not, the spell to open the door changes every moment, maybe the answer to the spell is still one second: long live the ideal, and the next moment it becomes: I am a dead corpse. In short, there is no fixed answer, and the answer is always changing. Staying the same is what mages hate the most, so that's how they designed their castles.

With this hill as the center of the world, an incomparably terrifying huge tornado storm has been formed, not only the dirt and debris have been sucked into the black hole, but also the pillars of fire that erupt from the ground and flow in the air are also obviously deflecting towards the black hole, and a large area of flames has even been torn off the waterfall and then sucked in by the black hole, and there are many invisible energies rushing in the void that have been swept in.

The flames burned in a place where there was no concept of time at all, almost never stopped, no one knew how the flames were lit in the first place, and no one knew what the final fate of the flames would be, and the mages were completely unable to grasp the fate line of the flames, which was a matter of regret and a problem they had been studying lately. Could the material elements also have life, and ask a step further: do they also have a fate, and can this fate be controlled?

Obviously, if you have mastered the fate of various material elements and can change them at will, wouldn't that be like a god! Demons usually have the ability to change the rules of matter, but after all, they are not the real rulers of this universe, but gods are! Of course, in the eyes of the members of the Mage Society, God is an existence to be defeated, and in the eyes of the Mage Council, the gods are the most reactionary and evil beings.

Neither any branch of the Mage would believe that God is the master of destiny, especially the Freemasons and the Illuminati, who call each other comrades or brothers. It is one of their preferences to plan all kinds of big things that can change the course of the history of the world and even the entire multiverse. They are going to capture fate from these things, and ultimately try to destroy the fate of all, to destroy one of the basic concepts that make up the world. In this way, the universe is very likely to be destroyed, and a new universe may be born, or it may be eternally silent.

What the Mage would like is a world like that, a pure world, a world where there are no emotions as a bondage, a world where everyone feels knowledge and truth. All they have to do is destroy the old world in front of them, completely and completely!

"Knowledge is property and property is shared!" "It is contemptible to try to possess knowledge alone!" "Destroy the gods!" came a voice from the castle. It's strange that voices can also be transmitted here, and mages generally communicate with each other with their hearts. Angry voices? No, mages are emotionless. They often say these things in an empty voice.

Now, the mages are quietly gathered in front of the crystal slate, quietly watching the fate of a world, and hesitating whether to intervene.

Franco-Prussian Continent, a sunny day. No one knows, dozens of pairs of eyes that are evil to the extreme, without any emotion, are staring at the world.

The old hegemon who has dominated the continent for hundreds of years has shown the scene of old age and decadence, but a young empire has risen in just a few decades, like all young people full of vigor and ambition, he began to challenge the authority of the old overlord and compete for the hegemony of the continent.

At the same time, the divine power that has shackled human thought for nearly a thousand years has long since declined, and although most people still believe in the existence of God, the Holy See has lost its former high position, and the glory of the Holy See can only shine on the small city of only 3,000 square kilometers.

At first, the kings who were most excited about this quickly calmed down. They found that with the decline of theocracy, the crown of divine gifts on their heads began to fade.

The rise of the middle class heralded that a new force had entered the political arena, and in just a dozen years, hundreds of revolutions broke out in various parts of the mainland. The producers in the factories are demanding more power. First of all, they put forward the proposal that the amount of capital should be used to determine status, and they wanted to constitute a world in which money determines status, not just a world in which aristocratic blood determines status.

The ensuing war destroyed an era and created a new world. The power brought by steam was not enough to destroy the royal power, but the revolution in weapons destroyed the old feats of the Cold Weapon Age, and the knights declined. Next, the mages decided to intervene in the world.

One of them shot a ray of light into the crystal...... A hundred years later, a new force emerged. Freedom, fraternity, equality are the ideas that are beginning to emerge. This is a huge trend of thought, and countless human beings have begun to cry out for freedom in a frenzied manner. In the name of freedom, they are killing their own kind everywhere. The poets and philosophers of the world said sadly: "Freedom, in your name, how many sins have become sacred." ”

The republic that symbolized freedom was established, and their founders said that where there was no oppression, all men were equal!

Countless worlds are like leaves in the canopy of a tree in the eyes of the mages, and the people who live there are like parasites on the leaves, which can often be described as ants.

Mages are gardeners.

The world of ants is tiny, they can't see the sky, and they can't imagine flying in the air and looking down on the earth. The bird can see or know more, but it won't know more, such as countless planes and the vast multiverse.

The newly rising empire on the Franco-Prussian continent, whose armies occupied a third of the land of the old overlord, poured blood and hatred on every soldier of the empire, who looked at the conquered object with red eyes and raised their bayonets in their hands.

"O people of the Aaronic Misian Empire, we did not come to your country not only to kill, but we hope that there will be no blood and hatred here, knowing that revenge will not solve anything. We came here with a tolerant heart. Don't let this tolerance turn into an atrocity with vile force!" a general of the emerging empire MLKuSafari Empire stood in a square in the capital city of the old overlord.

Countless soldiers of the MLKuSafari Empire, dressed in black uniforms, cheered. The sharp horns of their helmets were terrible in the eyes of the Aaron Missi girls, almost a terrible foreshadowing of the devil's future fate.

This was the great square where Barnabas the Great of Aaron Misia held his "March to the Continent" speech a hundred years ago. At that time, Aaron Misia was a republic established through revolution. However, after the outbreak of the revolution, Aaron Misia was immediately attacked by the entire continent. Barnabas the Great was a monster from the Corsican province who was tall enough to not only repel enemy attacks, but also conquer half the continent through warfare.

Half a century has passed, and the glory of Barnabas the Great is gone! The new MLKuSafari Empire has defeated the former republic, now the Aaron-Methian Empire, with even greater force. At the beginning of the war, it was predicted that the war would last for several years or even longer, but incredibly, in less than half a month, the old overlord of the continent, the Aaron-Methian Empire, which had been brilliant for more than six centuries and had conquered half the continent under the leadership of Barnabas the Great, was defeated.

On the mountain road leading from the country road of the province of Riches to the Songnen Plain, a long army with no end in sight was moving slowly and listlessly. No matter how much they abuse, they can't change their fighting spirit.

Behind them are the proud generals from the MLKuSafari empire who are responsible for escorting them.

"Hurry up, kill those who can't keep up!" cried the soldier on horseback, "and we must hurry, we must bring the captives before the general speaks to the Aaron Methians, so that we can humiliate them." ”

This is the army of the Aaron-Mesian Empire, which had just been routed from the front, and there were nine corps here, with nearly forty-five thousand men.

Like all defeated armies, the soldiers who walked along the mountain road looked unusually miserable, their eyes were blank and their heads hung down, many of them used their rifles as crutches, and the carriages on the road carried soldiers with broken legs and broken arms, and they even seemed to moan.

"Interesting world, there seems to be chaos in the thread of fate. An emotionless, rational voice said.

"All right, gentlemen. The sheep's head floating in the air, its mouth open and closed, made a sound without emotional fluctuations.

"The old forces have declined, the new ones have risen, and the fate is in chaos. There was almost no difference between this one and the voice just now, and there was no emotion and full of reason.

"All right, gentlemen. The sheep's head continued to repeat.

"The rise and fall of a dynasty, the rise and fall of a dynasty, can be followed by the course of life's growth: just birth, growth period, most energetic period, aging and perdition. The unknown fate cannot be grasped, and our thread will always be broken. ”

"All right, gentlemen. "It's still a sheep's head.

"Is there still red that spoils our plans?" the tyrannical atmosphere suddenly rose, and one of the mages' eyes turned red, and his whole mind was filled with anger and stubbornness.

At this time, the other mages also began to become unstable, and some mages who kept their "sanity" also became berserk after being drilled into their bodies by clouds of gray gas.

They yelled.

"Well, gentlemen......" The sheep's head was torn to pieces by the mages, and the next moment it regrouped, its mouth open and let out an eerie laugh like a crow: quack quack.

Mages are not emotionally bound, but sometimes they can become paranoid. That's because a mysterious creature called "Grotesque" has invaded their bodies, making them extremely violent and stubborn, and at the same time so elegant and humble on the outside.

Keep repeating: "All right, gentlemen. The sheep-headed creature in this sentence is a "grotesque".

There has always been a legend that the First Mages were a peaceful organization. Their highest purpose is to make the universe peaceful. When the explorers of the Mage Guild began to consciously explore the depths of the universe, terrible changes began, and new ideas began to emerge. Like demons with wings spread, these new ideas spread everywhere, revealing new things to the members of the Mage's Guild.

In pursuit of eternal knowledge, people began to perform ritual transformation of the dead, abandoning the physical body and existing in a new form of bone. Some of them became skeletons, but it wasn't the worst time. Before the two crazed rogue guilds of Sapa and Satta invaded the entire Mage Society, the Mage Society was still decent.

Master Tok Miguel took on the responsibility: a great responsibility for the mage to fall.

Master Teucer was originally just a visitor from the countryside in a lowly position on the edge of the multiverse political landscape. His childhood was a life of ignorance, unaware of the vastness of the universe. It wasn't until his planet was overrun by the Alien Conquerors they called the "Aliens" that he arrived as one of the first "lucky ones" in the Alliance's colonial correctional prison.

That's right, it's the criminal!

Master Teucer openly raised the slogan of defeating the invaders, and of course he was arrested and imprisoned, his body had disappeared from the torture, and his soul was still tormented. When he was in prison, his family had already betrayed him!

It was in this predicament that Tork Miguel degenerated. He was awakened in prison. To be precise, he awakened on the Soul Stone Grinding Table: just as his soul will was about to be destroyed by the Stone Grinder, he unexpectedly received a "revelation" from a higher dimension, perhaps the farce of some boring ghost. But it was immense luck for Teucer himself, who gained great power in the revelation and was not only exonerated but avenged.

Tok Miguel teamed up with Joseph to establish the first stronghold of the Scholar Mage Sata's Guild in the most marginal part of the multiverse. It ushered in a new era of the Satta Scholars and Teachers' Association. From then on, the Satta scholars began to move to the lower planes, and the people of the first mage guild opposed him, and then they were very successful: the mage guild was unbelievably successful in the lower planes, and people worshipped them.

Tok Miguel also organized a new round of expeditions, and he had more to do before the expedition could be fruitful, starting with a manifesto to merge Sapa and Sata, which of course failed with a bang. Later, he proposed to use some of the ideas of Sapa and Sapa to transform the entire Mage Society, which naturally hit again.

Disheartened, he waited for news from the explorers for hundreds of years, and just as everyone was laughing at him, the unexpected happened: Teucer was caught up in a temporal storm during a desperate experiment, only to reappear a few months later.

At this point, Teucer declares that he has discovered a new world, and suggests that the mages will all move to this world: there are very few responders except for Sapa and Satta. However, under Joseph's mediation, there are still many relatively decent mages who are willing to try their luck with them, although they are all the poorest mages, but their strength is okay, the reason why they are poor is mostly because of the discord between ideas and other people and suffered terrible exclusion, mages will be very imprisoned in many places, not as free of thought as claimed on the surface.

In this way, under the leadership of Master Tok Miguel, 100,000 mages entered the mysterious world with a bang.

They traversed the terrifying temporal storm and found an island at the end of the storm: the Geometric Plane.

Master Tok Miguel is the discoverer of the mystical dimension and the namer of the geometric plane. He and the original pioneers didn't fully realize that this was a new world, an unknown new world, and they only saw this world as a safe place under the rule of the majority of the universe.

But there will always be great opportunities in the new world... At the same time comes terrible dangers.

The mages built Fortress Solomon on the geometric plane as a safe haven for survival in the New World: it was frequented by bitterly cold winds, terrible nightmares, and all sorts of troubles, and it was impossible to build a "safe" fortress.

Unfortunately, they ignored the weirdness of the geometric plane, and a creature that the mages later named "grotesque" would change the entire Mage Society.

"Grotesque" are mysterious creatures, it is difficult to tell what they really are, whether they are alive or not, whether they are alive or not, and whether they are alive or not. Whether they exist in the past, present, future, or both is an unsolved mystery. But the bold mages had already begun to capture them for experiments, and this was the beginning of the crisis.

In the beginning, the mages regarded the "transparent" study of the grotesque, believing that they (as they were already called at this time) were nothing more than a mixture of concepts, meaningless beings, so they were swept into the world like garbage by the multiverse. So the meaning of this world is also clear: this place is not mysterious, maybe it is a cosmic garbage dump.

They claim to be scientific at this time, but they forget that they are mages in the first place. When they touch problems with the eyes of mortals, they are destined to be as powerless as mortals when they encounter things.

The mages soon tasted the bitter fruits: it started when a mage made a creature out of the grotesque, the head of a sheep. This sheep's head knows astronomy and geography, and his knowledge can outperform the most knowledgeable scholars in the universe combined. To some extent, it can even predict the future and change the past.

The sheep's head behaved very normally at first, but then it was different. It will influence the mages with its will. Some skeletal mages who have no emotions are also affected by it. But those who have emotions are not affected by it.

But, in the end, the result! These three words are always the most dramatic, and the fate of the mages is such a turn, from the but to the result!

When all the mages who live here in order to gain a longer life to explore endless knowledge, they have transformed themselves into skeletons without emotional confusion, the "aggression" of the grotesques begins.

Mages who have been transformed into skeletons will not be invaded again, as they (they) have already been invaded. Only those mages who try to keep their flesh alive will see the ways in which the grotesque are in their hands.

The weirdos take the haunting to the extreme, infiltrating from all sorts of places: from the carbon pens of the mages who record the data of their experiments, from the tea. It can even spread from one mage's body that has already been invaded to another mage's body through physical contact.

Thus, one of the greatest troubles of the multiverse, and one of the most dangerous organizations that can sometimes be removed, was born.

But this is just one of the many legends about the Mage Society, and there are countless other versions, and it's hard to believe which one it will be. However, both Master Tok Miguel and Joseph were indeed big names in the Mage Guild, which makes this version of the legend more convincing, but it is not a crucial proof that the legend is necessarily correct.

Perhaps, the Mage will always be a mystery. Where they came from, where they went, and when their ultimate purpose began to arise is a mystery.

Located in the corridor behind the Penros Staircase at Solomon Fortress, a mysterious dimensional geometric plane.

The Penrose Staircase is four staircases, connected at four corners, but each staircase is upward, so it can be extended infinitely, and it is a staircase that can only be seen at a certain angle in the three-dimensional world. Behind it, it is a place where the bones of the undead are always blowing, and the ground is densely covered with the sea of chaotic empty demons.

There is a small island in the Devil's Sea that is constantly moving, the fortress of Granum. Three hundred and one mage mathematicians are here to work on ways to destroy the structure of the multiverse, and every time their research comes to fruition, they are stopped by fate. Fate never makes it possible.

They famously said, "Academic questions are not to be discussed." ”

They are the radical faction among the mages. Fanatical Amarians: Believe that there are mages first, and then there are mages. Think of the existence of life, and then there is the universe. Over the years, to prove this point, they have destroyed hundreds of thousands of microcosms, slaughtering tens of trillions of billions of multiples of microorganisms. Now they're targeting the macrocosm.

Discussions are common among mages, and the topic of discussion among mathematicians this time is not as simple as the solution of equations.

"All right, gentlemen. Mr. Goathead spoke, his mouth open and closed. Although it is the same sentence every time, the meaning to be expressed is absolutely different, although only the mage can understand it.

"The demons have won again. A calm tone.

"yes, they've won. A hurried tone.

"Well, they've won. Slow and logical tone.

"Oh, got it. ”

"Okay, guys, clear, victory. Probability: They're ninety-five percent and ours is five, so theoretically: we can try a few more times. Affirmative tone.

"However, they have run out of patience. Dozens of voices said.

"Who?" said countless voices as the mages of the entire Solomon Fortress cast their will into this isolated island city in the ocean, and they all asked in unison.

"Great concepts, they want to be real beings, not just concepts, they urge us to hurry up and destroy the world. ”

"Is there a connection between defeating demons and destroying the world?"

"No!" said eighty-one voices.

"Then why do you want to do this, does it make sense?" asked only one voice.

"What's the point of discussing the meaning!" replied.

The mages fell silent. Eventually, they all turned into numbers, dancing on books, and after hundreds of days, they were all back to the way they were. At this time, the sensible mage advised: "Recommend a wise master who knows how to organize a man to fight and how to manage all kinds of diplomatic activities to help those poor people." ”

"But there are no such people. ”

"Yes, like Master Manscher, uh, I'm going to sleep. "The beautiful mage said that she had three separate personalities: quiet and gentle, lethargic and stupid, and violent and belligerent.

The mages acquiesced. A bottle and a bean were thrown out of the mysterious dimension, floating without a track in the multiverse, Xu Geng, the bottle and the bean seemed to have gained consciousness, swimming happily, and soon locked the destination, unswervingly drifting towards the destination.