Text Chapter 1874 - The Wheel of the Glory of the World (78)

Chapter 1874: The Glory of the World in the Sun Wheel (Seventy-Eight)

The golden door was slammed shut, and judging by the way it looked, there was already some kind of mechanism inside that locked it up, and it was not possible to open it with the strength of just two or three people.

"Boss?!Are you all right inside?!" Outside the door came the sound of someone pounding the door hard, accompanied by the shouts of Big Lawrence.

"It's okay, I can't die!" shouted the werewolf youth, too.

"Mr. Bediwell, we're going to call the demolition team over at once, and see if we can blow the door open!

"Oh!" replied Bediwell, sarcastically, "hurry! I'm afraid I'll die of boredom here!"

Then the men outside the door seemed to hurry away to move the rescuers------ though Bediwell doubted that the golden door could be opened by the blast.

It quickly became quiet outside the door.

"You're such an idiot. At this point, Eric, the Strategist, repeated again, akin to complaining, but there was something to say.

"Perhaps. Bediwell replied indifferently, drawing his small dagger at the same time: "I just think that you with a broken leg are trapped alone in this kind of place, and you must die quickly." ＂

Then he went over to check on Eric's broken leg. It was bad, the leg was badly broken, the broken bones were piercing out from under the muscles and skin like rotten wood, and the blood was pouring from Eric's leg as it penetrated the flesh.

Bediwell couldn't do anything now, so he took two silver scepters from the side and used them as clamps to bandage Eric's broken leg. He then used the insert hidden inside the dagger to squeeze out a lot of medical gel, anyway, to stop the bleeding of little Lawrence's broken leg first.

"Does it hurt?" asked the werewolf youth as he dealt with the other party's injury, "How did such a serious injury come about?" ＂

"It doesn't hurt. Remember, I was actually paralyzed, and I barely felt it from the neck down. This broken leg didn't hurt at all, at most there was only a little discomfort. ＂

"So------" Bediwell was about to ask.

"It's all [miraculous] power. Before Bediwell could finish his question, Eric himself replied, "More precisely, an application of [the second miracle------ mass creation]." ＂

"That...... ...... same as Lancelot?"

"That's right. Eric blinked, "I've heard that Lord Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, can also use [Second Miracle], or that his hand can use the Second Miracle almost without limit, generating kinetic energy out of nothing, right? A lot of people think that I'm using magic to control my body, but they don't know that I'm actually using [the second miracle]. Thanks to [the second miracle], I was able to control this body and move freely like a normal person. ＂

"That's pretty impressive. The werewolf youth chimed in.

"Although, the amount of kinetic energy that can be generated seems to be limited. Eric shrugged: "It's probably enough to manipulate this paralyzed body to continue moving." I want to forcibly move my body and generate a force that this body can't bear...... It will become the virtue I am now. ＂

He glanced at his broken leg. In an extremely critical situation, Eric kicked his floating wheelchair and flew it to help Bediwell block the deadliest rain of hidden weapons. It was because the situation was too critical and he didn't have time to take care of the amount of force he used that he would kick his leg off.

In this way, the second miracle is actually a double-edged sword.

"But I don't understand. Why save me? I don't know you well. The werewolf youth then asked.

"Do you want me to explain this kind of thing?" Eric gave Bedeville a blank look, "You're the only one who can see [the Wonder Orb] in action at the moment. No one but you can use that artifact. If you die, maybe no one in the world will be able to use the [Wonder Orb], and won't I never be able to find what I've been looking for?"

"Oh, you're talking about [extraneous reasoning]. Bediwell remembered that Eric had told him about it before.

Eric, the Strategist, has been searching for the Truth of the Strings, one of the most esoteric and profound laws in the universe, a law that transcends all laws. It is also the ultimate pursuit of all the magicians in the world, who believe that the truth of everything in the world is the truth of everything in the world, and as long as they can glimpse and understand it, all the problems of the world will be answered, and the mages will get infinite wisdom close to God.

"I'm almost 100 percent sure that I saw [the Extraneous Principle] the moment I was born. It was because I saw it that I had the power of [Second Miracle] and finally made this body, which had been paralyzed from birth, move again. Eric looked at Bediwell with a serious expression: "But this is not enough, far from enough. Even if you can use the [Second Miracle] to drive this body, there are still many inconveniences in life. I had to be careful to control the strength of my body movement at all times, and if I wasn't careful, I would hurt myself like I am now. No matter how much I look like an able-bodied person, I'm still a paralyzed cripple. I'm tired of this kind of life. ＂

"So...... Do you think that one more look at [The Principle of the Strings] will bring you back from paralysis?" asked tentatively, "I still don't understand what [The Principle of the Strings] is. Is it so godly?"

"That is the gate of truth, the source of all wisdom in the universe. If you can glimpse what is inside the door, you will be able to understand all the truths of the world. Isn't that the case? It is because we have glimpsed the truth of the universe that we have the ability to use [miracles]. If [Truth] can enable us to use [Miracles], which transcend the laws of nature and create something out of nothing, then it must not be difficult to restore my cursed body with [Truth]. ＂

Hearing this, Bediwell suddenly frowned, as if sensing something.

"Wait. You said...... Curse?" The werewolf young general asked incredulously, "What curse? Why did you suddenly talk about curses?"

"Oh, you don't know, do you?" Eric, the Strategist, shook out another startling fact in a bland manner: "I have been cursed by my brother since I was born. He cast a spell on me and paralyzed me. ＂

"Wait...... What?!" Bediwell was even more surprised: "You said your brother...... That one...... Big Lawrence?!"

While Bedwell knew that Big Lawrence was a sorcerer (what an obvious thing!), but, that, Big Lawrence?!

"Wait, wait, wait, I'm confused------" Bediwell waved his hand a little flustered, signaling Eric not to continue, giving him time to analyze: "Isn't that your own brother......? But, isn't it? He's cursed you, you're born paralyzed!? Why? Is he such a vicious man? Anyway, is he really capable of doing that? In my opinion, he's just an ordinary sorcerer, and his combat effectiveness is average------

"These are all illusions, Monsieur Bedeville------ "I don't want to believe it," said Erick the Strategist. But my brother's teacher, the great teacher Clarna, told me that my brother was probably the most gifted wizard of spells in the world today, and there was no one. Spells are such a thing as talent, and if the talent is strong enough, even if they don't go through acquired training, they can curse and kill people. The acquired spell training was instead formulated to control his brother's overly powerful talent. It is said that the great teacher Clarna put a lot of effort into controlling her brother's terrible talent. ＂

"Unbelievable......," Bediwell exclaimed in a low voice.

"No matter how unbelievable it is, it's true. If you don't believe me, go to the big teacher Clarna and ask yourself. Eric replied blandly, "I don't know what happened when I was born that made my brother hate me so much that he wanted to cripple me for life." But everything that should have happened has already happened, and it is useless to complain, it is better to find a way to remedy it. ＂

"Even if you say so...... The more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt.

"Let me advise you, Mr. Bediwell. Watch out for my brother. Eric lowered his voice and said, "He looks like he is now, lazy and decadent, but in reality he is a terrible monster." Maybe one day he will curse you when you're not looking, and God knows what he's going to do with you. ＂

"No, don't say it. The more he listened, the more panicked he became, and he hurriedly said something to strengthen his courage: "Isn't it very difficult to spell people? And people have the [Absolute Realm] biological barrier to protect themselves, and they are generally not so easy to be cursed. ＂

After listening to the werewolf youth's words, Strategist Eric suddenly let out a long sigh: "Mr. Bedeville, you don't know the nature of the spell at all, do you?"

"What?"

"That's right, spells are technically more advanced hypnotisms. But it is fundamentally different from hypnosis. Did you know that [spells] are actually spells used by the ancient gods and humans to [command] humans or orcs. Depending on the identity of the person under the spell and the person being cursed, it is possible that the person under the spell will inevitably fall under the spell. ＂

"What?!" Beddivi was shocked again when he heard this information.

"Is this really that unbelievable?" Eric glanced at Bedeville, "I've heard that humans and orcs are slave races created by the ancient gods, right? It is an absolute imperative at the level of genetic factors, which is passed down from generation to generation along with the reproduction of humans or orcs.

------ you must know that both humans and orcs are [slave races] belonging to the ancient gods and people, and have never had [free will] since ancient times. ＂