"It's... This is..."

Mage Diesel, who was completely encased in metal, tried to move, and then he saw the arm, which was five meters long and one meter thick, move. It wasn't his limbs, it was just the form that had just been shaped by the flow of metal, but now it felt no different from his own body.

What's even more incredible is that he is now completely wrapped in the metal that spews out of the ground, but he can still clearly see and hear the scene outside.

"It's 43.4% Mithril, 39.5% Adamantite Gold, and 16.5% Cold Steel-based High Law Composite Metal, which is activated and attached to you, just like your limbs. You don't have to be afraid of arcane attacks, this high-law metal can even resist a certain degree of iridescent arcane, and you don't have to worry about mental impact, I give you certain divine attributes. Here they are not your opponents, you go and kill them. ”

Minsk's voice came from all around, leaving Mage Diesel in a daze. He looked up, and at some point Minsk was already suspended in the air, although he couldn't see the changes in the law level, he could still feel that the whole world seemed to be shaking with Minsk's words.

And the content of these words made his mind a little unable to react for a while. He also has a good understanding of the Golem craft, and the Mithril Essence Gold and Cold Steel are extremely valuable metals to improve the regularity of the metal golems, and this ratio of mixed metals is the best and strongest alloy ratio that has been newly studied. And this encapsulates him in at least dozens of tons, which is completely more than the entire production of the entire Inclave in several years combined. As for the active use of metal, it was a very high-end field of research in the Imperial Age, not to mention the divine attributes.

In the blink of an eye, Minsk seemed to have thrown him these things casually had already made him stand at the top of the continent's power, and with this activated metal alone, he could kill hundreds of high-level arcanists who seemed to himself like crushing ants like ants, and the ordinary arcane in the ordinary sense had no effect on this height law metal, and the effect of law law magic would also be greatly reduced, which made him easy enough to fight the archmage.

This is the power of true gods, and as a high-dimensional legal aggregate, they can do things that even an arcane can't find inconceivable in just a few breaths.

But this great power did not reassure Master Diesel, and the huge metal shell made him hesitate about the choice he made. He took a few steps forward, but stopped again, looked up at Minsk in the sky and asked, "That... Your Excellency Minsk, are you really going to kill them? After all, it's the Duke, can we subdue him first, and then slowly ......?"

"Kill them. "Minsk's voice echoes between heaven and earth without sorrow, joy or anger, plain and without the slightest emotion, it is the majesty of the gods who dominate everything.

At the same time, the Diesel mage in the metal giant could immediately feel that the metal around him had lost the feeling of being connected with his own blood and flesh before, and had returned to a lifeless cold foreign body, unable to see or hear anything in front of him, and the huge pain and suffocation and fear almost suffocated him. Although this situation only lasted for less than a second, and the next moment immediately returned to its original state, he had fully understood the meaning of it, and he did not dare to have the slightest hesitation, and rushed towards Archmage Anthony and Duke Incre with huge steps.

"Hell, hell, this is not the same as the plan, this is not the same as the plan!"

Archmage Anthony's delicate fluffy sun-filled curls were found to be soaked with sweat and put on his head like a pile of rotten seaweed, and the foundation on his chubby face was also washed away by sweat, and he screamed in panic as he saw the huge metal giant rushing towards him.

Of course, he wasn't really just a powerless little girl, he screamed and waved his hand, and a shockwave of a force field that could crush a thousand big men into pulp rushed towards the metal giant, and then he flew upwards and flew off the ground with flying arcane.

When it was like the harsh sound of 10,000 porcelain basins smashing at the same time, the metal giant was also unstable under the impact of the force field, and took several steps back, and the entire metal body emitted a wave-like shock. However, this did not seem to do him any real harm, and the metal giant stood again and continued to rush this way.

"Hell, it's useless?" Archmage Anthony, who was in mid-air, widened his eyes and let out a scream, and then suddenly fell from mid-air with a scream. Fortunately, the Duke flashed over and grabbed him, so that he did not fall to the ground.

"Don't use flying. The law of the earth elements fluctuates too much here, and the gravitational variation will cause the elemental equation in the flight technique to collapse. The Duke pulled Archmage Anthony back away, dodging the metal giant's step. With a bang, the metal giant's feet the size of a door panel stepped out of a large pit on the ground that was more than ten meters wide and one meter deep, and all the soil in the pit instantly crystallized.

"It's... This is different from what was said, how could this guy be like this, our helper ......" glanced at the crystallized pit, Archmage Anthony's face was even more ugly, he could see that it was not just a simple physical attack, but also a strong dispersion at the level of the law, and the casual blow of this metal giant could fundamentally shatter many protective arcane. The protective arcane on his body could completely block any elemental damage, but it couldn't stop such a violent attack. And the force field he used just now to shatter the shockwave was already the most lethal arcane he could use so far.

Looking up at Minsk in the air again, it seemed inconspicuous, but even the breath seemed to drive the true divine momentum of the entire fragment realm. The various data fed back by the reconnaissance arcane in his sight made this pampered fat archmage almost collapse: "To ... What does it take to kill a god? The priority of his kind of law was too high, and even the spatial dao sign was suppressed by him. Although the law tends to the earth element, there is no way to destroy the space sign, but as long as he is still there, we can't even leave here...... Our helpers didn't dare to make a move, they must have been frightened by this arcane, this is a real god......"

"Don't panic, it's far from despair. We've got helpers, we've got hole cards......"

Compared to Archmage Anthony's panic, the Duke, though equally ugly, appeared much calmer. At this moment, his whole body was covered with a layer of strange armor that emitted fluorescence, and he leaped like a fly between his movements, and his speed and agility were not lost to those clerical warriors who were blessed with fighting spirit. This is the eight-ring arcane 'spirit body fusion armor', which uses the arcane armor as a medium to directly control the body with spirit, completely beyond the reaction speed and power of ordinary flesh and blood. This was originally a technique used by some high-level Arcane warriors in the Legion who had not undergone physical transformation, but the venerable Duke of Inclere is now extremely skillful, even with a fat man like Archmage Anthony, he is as dexterous as a tanuki hunting in the grass, dodging and quickly moving away from the metal giant controlled by Diesel Mage.

"He's tinkered with that arcane scroll, and it's true that we've been able to use it here beyond our expectations, but our plans aren't useless. The arcane art of the Lesser God Crown itself is not suitable for direct combat, and he does not dare to attack us directly for fear that he will have mental problems... No, or something has already gone wrong, wait, we have a chance......"

After running some distance with Archmage Anthony, the Duke stood still, his lips twitching as if to teleport a few words in arcane art, and the metal giant who was chasing them not far away seemed to pause slightly, but then pursued them in great stride.

High in the sky, Minsk looked down on the scene below, and the metal giants controlled by Master Diesel were chasing the Duke and Anthony like rats and cockroaches, but it didn't make him feel happy to see this, and even his attention was not much focused on these, and the perception brought by the secondary gods was intoxicating him.

In the eyes of the Arcanists, the clergyman's mental state of being intoxicated with the affinity of the law is extremely ignorant and primitive, and they abandon their own reason and independent personality to surrender to the convergence of concepts and higher dimensional laws, and become spiritual slaves to those concepts, which should have been the behavior of those ignorant subhuman cultures. Arcanists, on the other hand, mobilize the laws of the elements through the magic web, and always maintain noble reason, which has always been the source of arcanists' self-esteem and pride in the face of the clergy.

But when there are special circumstances in which the Arcanist overrides the obstruction of the magic web and feels the affinity of the law himself, he is not much better off than the clergy. There are even arcanists who are horrified that the affinity of the law has a certain polluting nature of the spirit, and that the arcanist does not have the gradual experience of the clergy, but is more likely to be overwhelmed by this pollution.

This is especially true in the ten-ring arcane 'Oro Green's Lesser God Crown'. Even if the people who cast this arcane art were all experienced archmages, and their mental power and will were by no means comparable to ordinary arcane masters, what they felt was also the extreme realm of law—the conceptualization of their own laws. Even if the arcanists themselves created this arcane from the accumulation of technology, the kind of competent experience after temporarily becoming a god could not be dissected from a technical point of view, and more than half of the archmages who had performed this arcane were directly immersed in the comprehensive perception of the law. In particular, the secondary gods who tend to the elemental side simply completely elementalize themselves and are no longer willing to return to adulthood, and the others have some mental problems, and some people have even completely lost the ability to resonate with the magic web.

To repair this scroll and use this arcane as his final hole card, Minsk certainly has a lot of research on this aspect. It's a pity that the materials left over from the Imperial Era are not sufficient, the Imperial Library has long been reduced to ashes along with Oroyusta, and even the few surviving private notes are vague in many places, especially the personal feelings of those archmages after conceptualizing the law are full of all kinds of perceptual rhetoric, which makes Minsk quite disdainful when he sees it, in his opinion, it is just because the great lords of the plains who are pampered and only know the wind and snow are too poor in spirit and too weak in will, just like the young girls who have no experience in the wind and rain will be moved by those fleshy and stupid bard stories and can't help themselvesHe believed that with the will of his resolute and cold highlanders, he would definitely be able to control this mental side effect.

It's just a pity that the situation is not what he imagined.

When this arcane was completed, the new feeling surprised him, and it did make him very vigilant, but when he realized that he had no signs of losing control, he slowly relaxed. The metal giant body he gave to Mage Diesel seemed amazing, but it was actually the most efficient way to use his power that he had calculated, far less effort than him directly using divine magic to attack the two archmages who had been prepared for a long time. The more you use the law, the more likely you are to be mentally tainted by the law, as mentioned repeatedly in the notes of the archmages.

However, just this use still made him feel more clearly the intimacy between himself and the laws of the world.

Broad, peaceful, confident, serene. Never before has I been so connected to the world as a baby is in its mother's womb. It turns out that this is where I am and where I should go. In eternity, there is no beginning and no end.

It's a phrase from an archmage who once experimented with 'Oro Green's Lesser God Crown' about the arcane experience, and the wording is extremely elegant and gorgeous, as full of emotion as a love letter from a boy in love for the first time. At first, Minsk almost vomited, but now he realized that it was, and that aside the rhetoric full of literary and artistic atmosphere, at least the experience depicted was not bad at all.

Broad, peaceful, I am the world, the world is me. Minsk vividly recalls nearly a hundred years ago when he was a teenager like a semi-savage, lying naked on the rocks at the top of Anas after hunting, smelling the earthy wind characteristic of the highlands, and watching the stars in silence. When he grew up, understood many things, learned the arcane, became an archmage, and gained power and authority that many highlanders could not imagine, he could never regain that feeling.

And what I feel at this moment is something like that, and it is countless times stronger. The higher dimensional aggregate of the secondary god as the concept of the law is itself a part of the world, his perception is his body is his soul, and he can really and clearly perceive his own intimate connection with the deepest part of the universe of ten thousand stars, ethereal and full, infinite, yet as if everything is under control. His memory was not in the slightest, he still remembered everything that had happened before, his determination not to let Increy decay and degenerate no matter what, how he assassinated his colleagues, how he fell into the trap of Robert Jr. and Mage Anthony, and had to use this arcane to fight back.

But, so what?

How pale and ridiculous those things seem in the face of such a grand and full feeling now, just like a great man who has been full of ambition after the vicissitudes of life recalls the slapping and crying of his childhood, even if he remembers it vividly. Compared with the eternal operation of the universe of ten thousand stars, these obsessions, gains and losses, are no more valuable than the dander that falls from a caterpillar.

The only thing he wants to do now is to be able to maintain this state...... He knew that his current state was temporarily brought about by the Arcane, but he had the means to sublimate himself to a perhaps higher realm now. In his sense of perceiving his touch, the heaviness, profundity, and grandeur of the earth elemental territory surpassed him countless times, and he was only a small point temporarily condensed in the infinite power that emanated from there, and he could take advantage of the moment to completely devote his spiritual soul to it, even if he lost his authority and power, but he could become one with that infinite grandeur, thickness, and depth, until the infinite eternity......

Perhaps it was the kind of perseverance and wildness peculiar to the highlanders in his soul, and just when he couldn't help but take that step, the original obsession struggled to break through the fullness brought by divine awareness, and reluctantly restored his original mind and judgment.

This arcane must end as soon as possible. Minsk suddenly understood. In the bursts of divine consciousness that came from the senses, this restored reason and judgment was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment. As this arcane continued, his spirit could only sink deeper and deeper in the feeling of law affinity.

"Kill them in ten seconds, or you'll all die. ”

Minsk spoke, and the billowing voice was suppressed in all directions, urging the Diesel mage below. He was now very dissatisfied with this subordinate, and he looked like a stupid man with a mallet chasing two nimble flies with a mallet, and it didn't have the slightest effect for so long. However, he can't use his own strength again now, otherwise he can only slide towards the bottomless abyss faster, and he can only rely on this subordinate for the time being.

His urging caused the metal giants below to pause in their movements, and it seemed that the Diesel mage among them was also quite hit, and then the metal giants re-transformed, as if they had suddenly turned into a boiling liquid.

"By the way, don't stick to the human form. Those reactive metals are your flesh and blood, and it's just instinct for you to maintain your human form, think about the structure of those golems, think about those transformed monsters in the wild, the most effective form of killing will definitely not be humanoid...... "Minsk can only barely maintain his sanity now, and use words to help Master Diesel. But he immediately felt a strong strange fluctuation in the rapidly changing metal, which was the vibration of the magic web caused by the high-ring arcane. “... No more support with other Arcane items. It's enough to make good use of these active metals, and if I can't do it, I can deprive them of gravity..."

With a pop, the rapidly wriggling mass of metal snapped open and spat out the Diesel mage like a giant ooze monster, sending him into the air.

Minsk looked indifferently at the mage Diesel who flew towards him, this subordinate now had red eyes, his bald head and his fleshy face was exposed, full of hideous colors, he was holding an arcane scroll in his hand, the scroll had reached its final stage, and the arcane circle above it was also causing the laws in the depths of the magic web to change while turning into ashes.

This is supposed to be a nine-ring arcane. Minsk's remnants of sanity could only instinctively judge this result with deep arcane knowledge, and as for what kind of arcane it was, where Diesel came from this scroll, and why he wanted to use it on him, these were completely powerless to think about.

A jet-black pillar of light erupted from Diesel's hand, spanning a distance of tens of meters in the blink of an eye, piercing Minsk's chest.