In the Moon Palace, Cassia began to devote himself to the design of the divine system of other main gods, and the gods came to the world a while ago to increase his faith power a lot.

This is also one of his ultimate goals at this stage, to cultivate gods and seize power.

In particular, the god of night, the god of death and the god of wisdom, the belief of the three main gods appeared for the first time in the Atlantic world, and naturally captured the faith of many believers.

Like the Church of Light and the Church of the God of War, although these two powerful churches did not officially agree, they did not explicitly oppose it.

Therefore, the belief in these three new main gods began to quietly develop among the people.

The worship of gods in the Atlanta world has never been so prosperous, and almost everyone who walks on the road will have an object of prayer in their hearts.

Cassia was very satisfied with this, of course, there were a total of twelve figures when the gods came into the world, and he deliberately did not count himself, the god position was his doppelganger, and people's belief in the gods was naturally counted on him.

Even if someone ascended to the god throne and could use the corresponding power of faith, the god would only be equivalent to a professional manager hired by Cassia to manage a certain aspect of the Atlantic world for him.

Because he is the only true god here, the authority of the world is really in his hands.

And during these days, in addition to immersing himself in the design of magic techniques, he also took the time to change to a new sun, and Alena is now only one opportunity away from adding his own consent to ascend to the throne, and it doesn't look like a light bulb when he comes up.

Call...... Cassia turned his head and glanced down, his gaze sweeping across the Atlantic world.

Ferrante has reached the level of an eighth-level magician, and he should be ranked second or third in terms of strength, but this kid's idea is as biased as ever.

Alena is now the strongest person in the world, she has hardly made a move, she is getting deeper and deeper, if you don't see it with your own eyes, no one can imagine what kind of strength she has.

On the coast of the Western Continent, Wells, who is carrying the Soul Stealing Scroll, is saying goodbye to Anita and planning to leave the Western Continent and cross the Raging Sea to return to the human world of the Northern Continent.

In the Academy of Magic, Kraken was pacing the hall, his brow furrowed into the word 'Chuan'.

After a while, the teachers of the academy came to the hall one after another and sat down in their respective positions.

Kraken stopped and turned his head to look at it, then waved his hand to close the door to the hall.

There were dozens of teachers sitting in the audience, some of them were in the same group as Kraken, and some were students who stayed here in the future.

Each person is more or less in a few courses, which also makes the cadets of the Academy of Magic grow in batches all the time.

"I've always felt that sooner or later magicians will come into everyone's sight, just like the current Southern Continent, many orc magicians have participated in wars, or traveled around the world, showing their magic. Kraken said as he put his hands on the table and looked at the teachers in the audience.

"But in Hokuriku, human society has not really understood what magic is, and this has to do with the powerful Church, and our companions are afraid to show their abilities in front of the world, for fear of being condemned as heretics by the Church. ”

"But everyone should have seen the visions of the gods a while ago. Kraken walked around the table to the audience, "What do you think?"

"Perhaps we can also seek the protection of a god and reveal our identity in a bright light. An orc teacher said.

But then he was retorted by a human teacher: "Which god are we going to pray to? Magic is all-encompassing, and which god has the authority to meet our pursuits?

"Our quest is to explore the laws of all things, to draw strength from nature, and power is the end, and I don't think the god of wisdom cares about that. ”

"Wouldn't we be on the opposite side of the gods, then, and which god would accept our prayers?"

"I think there's something wrong with your statement, why do we pray when we know things from the laws of nature, and which god are you willing to give your life for, apart from our different beliefs?"

"I didn't have faith in the first place, and now I believe in the spell in my head. ”

Everyone was talking about it, and the hall became noisy for a while, and everyone had their own opinions.

If the words here are spread casually, it is a serious blasphemy against the gods, but here, everything seems to be perfectly normal.

After a long time, the teachers, who couldn't convince anyone, gradually quieted down and turned their eyes to Kraken, who had been silent.

"Dean...... Above the ninth-level magician...... What is it?" suddenly someone asked.

Kraken came back to his senses and shook his head: "I don't know...... Perhaps only the first dean knew ......"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent, the first dean, although the academy had always claimed that the dean had traveled the world to explore deeper secrets.

But the teachers all speculated that it was more likely that the dean was already in the place of death.

"Magic and magic are fundamentally different, it doesn't need to pray to the gods, it doesn't need to have any threshold, it can be understood and pursued. ”

Kraken stroked his beard and continued, "The student's own beliefs are not discussed, and if he turns to a god for the sake of power and status, it is contrary to the essence of magic. ”

"What do you mean by the dean, which of our gods doesn't go to religion?"

"No!" Kraken waved his hand, "I said, the faith of the students themselves is not discussed, and if I had to define the future of magic, I would rather call it the truth, the truth of the Creator." ”

"The Creator...... The truth?"

"The Creator?"

The hall was again in a discussion, only this time the voices were much quieter, and the teachers were talking about what Kraken had just said.

"I think...... It seems to make sense......" one teacher said hesitantly.

Some of the people nodded, others were still puzzled, and then Kraken was heard to say:

"Actually, in addition to asking everyone to think about the future of magic, today's meeting is the anniversary of Winterhold Academy in a few days, and Samour specially invited us to come and exchange ideas. ”

"Dean, we've never held any school celebrations. ”

"Yes. Kraken nodded, "We'll do it next year, by the way, I remember that there are a lot of books in the big library that need to be sorted out today, and you will work hard for a while." ”

“......”

Three days later, led by the dean, more than half of the academy's teachers and some of the high-achieving magic students boarded the carriage and left for the celebration of the school at Winterhold Academy.

After Kraken and many teachers left, the academy continued to maintain its daily arrangements, and the remaining students and teachers continued to live a normal life.

But the day after Kraken left, deep underground in the main teaching building, in a dark secret room, a rabbit man smiled coldly.

The chamber was small, with nothing but a bed and a separate toilet.

There were no lights inside, but the floor, walls, and roof were carved with intricate incantations, emitting a faint blue-white glow.

What's even weirder is that this secret room has no windows and no doors, like a sealed box.

The rabbit mage sat in the center, head bowed and silent, his wrists and ankles tied to the four walls in thick chains.

The chains were also engraved with magical spells, but they seemed to come to life, always wriggling, absorbing the magic from his body every moment to strengthen the cage.

"Hehehe...... Kraken, do you really think I'm trapped here? I'm not afraid of these spells, it's you, this time, none of you can catch me, hehehe......"

A cold laugh echoed through the chamber, and black lines appeared on the rabbit magician's arm, and then the whole thing turned into a cloud of black mist, breaking free of the four thick chains.

"Hmm...... It's my own magic, and I can't waste it. ”

As he spoke, the black mist dissipated, and the rabbit magician reappeared, only to see him sitting cross-legged, grasping the chains with both hands, and the majestic magic began to flow backwards, surging towards his body.

"You don't know what real magic is, and it's a waste of knowledge in your hands......"