"That's right, based on Iolem's longevity, it is completely possible to develop a spell that will immortalize the whole people.

At that time, it is not a luxury to live forever. Ai laughed.

Iolam nodded, if it was really as Ai said, then the Iorem Immortal Technique he invented was indeed greater than the Mither Energy Core.

"So what do we need to do to ......"

"You don't have a chance to develop true immortality." Ai directly blocked Iolem's next words.

"What do you mean by that!" Eolem felt like she had been fooled.

"From the first time you and I met to talk about this, there will be no real immortality in the whole of Torreel." Ai continued.

"That's right, because of my existence, the world of Torrell has blocked all the space for the development of Iolem's longevity.

In other words, even in the best of conditions, you will only be able to gain more than 700,000 years of life with the help of Iolum Impur.

But I think this lifespan should be enough for you, and you haven't even learned how to be a longevity species, let alone a longevity species. ”

"By the way, AO is watching your and my talks." Ai pointed to the sky.

Iolim smiled bitterly, how could he get the attention of Torrell's creator god. No matter how arrogant the Arcanist of Nessreel may be, he needs humility before the God of Creation.

Iolem created an even more complex etiquette on top of the highest etiquette of the Nethrel towards the Grand Arcanist as a sign of respect for the AO.

"Why are you saying this to me?" Iolem even wondered if he would be able to end the meeting alive.

"Don't worry, I'll change your memory, AO won't do anything to you." Ai smiled even more.

After a little gathering of thoughts, Iolem showed his superb qualities as a Grand Arcanist: "Since you said that there is no hope for the immortality technique I invented, we just don't talk about it.

What do you mean by short-lived species, long-lived species, and long-lived species? How to be a long-lived breed to be considered a qualified longevity species? ”

Even though he knew that he might not remember the conversation in the slightest, Iolem asked Ai sincerely.

"It's just that the rhythm of life is different. Short-lived species are born, old, sick and die, and a lifetime passes in a blink of an eye.

Longevity is a little better, and it can probably be divided into three stages: primitive, permanent, and decaying. The long-lived species will greatly compress the initial birth and decay stages, and consider this to be the incomplete state of their own life.

In fact, some long-lived species theoretically have no lifespan limit, but they are still very fragile in reality, and they can easily be killed by more powerful beings, and they may even die of illness.

Moreover, the longevity species is very easy to lose their life due to changes in the external environment, and the elves are even close to immortality in the fairy wilderness, but in Torrell they are not even longevity.

The immortal species are different, the immortal species no longer have the concept of lifespan, they are either killed by external forces, or they will never die.

For example, if we kill an immortal seed until there is only one strand of hair, this immortal seed can still live forever with the help of this strand of hair

Immortal species have only long ecology and non-long ecology. Beings who aim to become immortals will try their best to become an acquired immortal as quickly and better as possible.

As for the Immortal Seed, I'm sorry, AO has to pay extra to know the secret of the Immortal Seed. Ai smiled mysteriously.

"In fact, the gods are not considered immortal species when they really study deeply, they are too easily affected by external forces.

Although there is no lifespan limit, the power of faith is really a fatal weakness, and there is also the issue of priesthood, and once there is a conflict, it is easy to have a permanent impact, which is really ......" Ai no longer discusses the gods.

"Actually, your immortality technique is good, let me let you experience it."

"Can you experience this?"

Ai didn't answer, but held the puppy high: "In the name of the Lord, Ioram will live forever because of Iorim's longevity." ”

The joke-like words were followed by horror that Iolem didn't dare to say.

The Grand Arcanist above the ten thousand people of Nessreel, the Grand Arcanist who defies the gods, may not be as good as the puppy who is exalted by the little girl.

Although it is indeed possible that this dog is the same as AO.

Eolem felt that he had become a non-human and non-divine being. The immortality technique that he was given guaranteed that he would not have a lifespan for a million years, as long as he was still in the world of Torrell.

In a million years, he gave himself another immortal technique to ensure that he would be worry-free for the next million years.

If he were to leave Torreel and live in another universe, the longevity that would be adapted to his destination would ensure that he would remain in that place for a million years.

Silently realized that this was just an eleventh-level magic. Ioram decided to research the spell.

It's just that as soon as this thought arises, the time for the experience of immortality has arrived. This left Iolem extremely disappointed.

Without this experience, Eolem knew he would not be able to research the spell.

"How about it, it's fun to live forever." Eolem felt like Ai was staring at a playful toy.

It took a long time for Eolem to come back to his senses and put aside the etiquette he had just given to AO to the puppy in Ai's arms.

"Huh?" Puppies are still like normal puppies.

Eolem looked at Ai.

"The Lord is probably asking you what you mean by what you just did." Ai was a little embarrassed: "No way, the Lord has become a dog." I'm in a hurry. ”

'Presumably, in such an existence, being a dog is about the same as being a human,' thought Iolem to himself.

"So what's next for you?" Iolem asked slowly.

"I'm going to go to the Imasca Empire, and there will be two new countries over there next, and it's time when magic items are urgently needed."

When he said this, Iolem was stunned again.

"Don't talk about sponsoring me with a batch of magic items, you can't afford to sponsor them." Ai dispelled the thought that had just arisen for Iolem.

Iolem smiled bitterly: "Then I wish you a pleasant trip." ”

"Thank you." Ai smiled again, but suddenly turned his head to the south: "Utao has descended on the Chultan Peninsula. ”

"I used to live there for a while." Ai explained.

Nodding, Iolem didn't know how to feel.

After a while, the two ended the conversation, and by the time Iolem came to his senses, he had lost all traces of Ai.

As for that conversation, Iolem only remembered that they had talked about some simple magical knowledge, but unfortunately Ai did not agree to join Nessreel.

Regardless of Nessreel's side, Ai has already set off for the Imasca Empire. At this time, the Imaska Empire had just been hit by a plague.

The Imascans, as arrogant as the Nessreans, did not bow to the gods, and decided to open two gates to the Plane and plunder a group of slaves from other worlds.

The plunder went very well, and with the help of money and force, about twenty thousand slaves were brought to Torrell.

The Imaska are starting to wrap up, and this isn't the first time they've done this, Hand Clan.

First permanently destroy the traces of the portal, then erase the world coordinates of Toriel, and at the same time set up a barrier on Torrell's boundary membrane to block the detection of otherworldly gods, and finally brainwash the plundered slaves to block the connection of faith.

After a set of processes, these slaves basically have no connection with the original world.

The Imaska would then listen to the slaves' beliefs to prevent them from sprouting.

But all this was disrupted by Ai.

After confirming that AO had intentions, Ai opened the back door directly inside the barrier set up by the Imasca.

So these otherworldly gods took advantage of this opportunity to officially join Torreel, and by the way, they brought down the Imasca Empire with the incarnation of mortal saints.

In terms of routines, how can the gods be worse than them.

And Ai, who fished in troubled waters, was naturally very happy.