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On the night of April 11, 1667, the port of the Phaser of the Republic of Intre

Bounded by the Roof Mountains and the country of Muremando, the world is divided into East and West.

Based on different beliefs and civilization histories, the Elven-Koman civilization in the West developed a magical system in the name of "arcane" and "divine arts", while the Hua-Yi civilization in the East developed a magical system in the name of "Confucianism", "Interpretation" and "Taoism".

Relying on these two great magic systems, countless magic systems flourished, competing with each other, growing savagely, and being absorbed and integrated by these two systems, watering these two towering trees even stronger.

As the Elven Empire and the Holy Corman evolved and expanded, in the Western world, new schools developed, old schools changed, new doctrines were proposed, and the old churches were bleak. Eventually, all knowledge was condensed into the all-encompassing sciences of "natural philosophy" and "theology", from which arcane art developed, and from theology developed theology.

In the midst of all these changes, the divine magic, that is, the divine magic, has never changed: it is the "miracle magic", which Bonnie Sephir now maintains in her body.

Although they are all called miracles, miracles themselves are ever-changing and almost omnipotent. The whole history of the Holy See is a history of all kinds of miracles.

However, arcane arts, that is, magic developed by humans themselves, is not as recognized as "miracle magic".

Being able to perform miracles is evidence and pride that Bonnie Sephir is a priest of the ninth rank, but as a ninth-rank arcane mage, it is difficult for any magic to be proud.

As of the middle of the 17th century in the standard calendar, there were more than 200 spells that were identified as nine-stage magic, of which up to eighty percent were no longer nine-stage magic, and if you waited until the era in which Anne and Bonnie originally lived, there would be more than 300 spells flashing and downgrading in the list of nine-stage arcane.

However, there are still a few spells that are considered to be the pinnacle of arcane magic. When these spells appear in spellbooks, they are usually emphasized with all capital letters and decorated flower-style definite articles......

...... as well as danger.

Each level of the Nine Stages of Arcane is a history of forbidden spells stained with blood and tears, and cannot be brightly decorated in the history of the Church like miracles. It could even be like this: every recognized nine-stage arcane art corresponds to an ultimate philosophical question, a question that is difficult to answer.

For example, the "theish" art of will and desire.

A dangerous magic developed to simulate the effects of the strongest magic miracles. Its wishes are far broader than miracles, but they are also far more dangerous than miracles. You never know how a wishing spell is going to achieve its goals, or what it actually intends to achieve, not even Anne Sephiel, the most powerful arcane mage of their generation.

For example, the "thegate" of imagination and possibility.

The great magic that connects all worlds and all possibilities, the great magic that connects bizarre possibilities into reality, the great magic that connects fantasy and reality, past and future, time and space. This is the final form of summoning magic, which summons a world and connects the summoned world to the real world. Most magicians who are also excellent philosophers believe that the otherworlds they are connected to are objectively real, but there are also many who believe that those worlds may only be imaginary, or even theoretical.

For example, the "absolute donate" of free will and intelligence.

Absolute Domination can dominate anything you want while the spell is active. Whether human, sapient or non-sapient, even dead and ordinary objects, it is capable of ruling and functioning everything in a manner close to that of a human soul. In the face of absolute domination, all philosophical discussions pale in the face of absolute domination: where are the limits of intelligence, how powerful are the human souls and beliefs, and what can change the essence of a person?

Another example...... "Thetistop" about time, space, and everything.

The principle of this magic has not been clarified even in the future in which Anne and Bonnie originally lived. Through repeated experimentation, magical theorists know only one thing: even the best magicians can't pause for more than 4 seconds.

And right in this moment.

That is, on April 11, 1667 in the standard calendar, at 19:04 seconds later than the port time.

Bonnie Seiffel reads a gap in time.

She knew it was that "time stopped."

Moreover, it is not that the time she uses stops.

7:04 p.m

It's still 4 seconds, it's still 4 seconds, it's always 4 seconds, it's always 4 seconds

Everything fell silent, everything stopped.

4 seconds, 4 seconds, 4 seconds, 4 seconds.

For someone like Ionette Hartman, who is affected, after the 4 seconds are over, it is immediately 4 seconds.

Even in this era when pendulum clocks can accumulate an error of three minutes a day, and the error of the pocket watch of the rotary wheel used by seafarers can often reach fifteen or twenty minutes, there is no doubt that the end of one second is followed by the next.

So the cardinal had no idea that time had stopped, let alone counteracted.

In fact, the fourth second lasted a long, long time.

In the midst of an eternal pause, the sound of the use of magic items activated.

It sounds like the sound of a pocket watch.

After the time stops, the people around will be able to hear the whispers and the workings of the organs.

The effect of that magic item was to activate a banishment circle that covered the locations of Ionette and Bonnie Shalfir. The Banishment Circle can be understood as a special kind of teleportation magic that does not solve the complex math of coordinates, but instead sets up a one-time passage directly from one location to a specific location in another world.

However, the gaze of those who stopped time suddenly froze.

There was one less target he wanted to banish.

At the beginning of the time stop, in that position, Ionette Hartman was the only one left.

The man who used the time stop subconsciously spat out a sentence "This can't be!".

The sound wave of the sentence stayed in place, waiting for time to start flowing again.

Panic had long visited his mind, and a man had disappeared after time had stopped, beyond all the magical knowledge he had.

Is there a trigger magic? Or is there a way for a young woman who has mastered the highest level of arcane and divine magic at the same time to counter this time stop technique?!

The hunter becomes the prey.

He drew his weapon, mentally calculating that he had a few seconds left to take on his greatest foe in life.

4 seconds, 4 seconds, 4 seconds, 4 seconds, 4 seconds, 4 seconds.

By this time, Bonnie Sephir had caught a gap in time, speculating on who was the dangerous enemy who would use the supreme magic.

When the whole world comes to a standstill, Bonnie's eyes on the world cease to be colorful, but to be strangely highlighted.

The light stays where it precedes them, and instead it paints all things with the color that the mind paints.

Maybe that's not exactly what to say.

Time stop is a "completely unreasonable" magic.

"Arcane" originally meant "a powerful force beyond the truth", but it is especially unreasonable for time to stop in the midst of these forces.

Many people believe that it is impossible for the whole world to stand still when time stops magic. The so-called "time stop" should only be a particularly fast action. Stopping the whole world with the power of one person is a phenomenon that transcends all common sense, and no amount of magic can affect the whole world, no matter how powerful!

But even state-of-the-art physics cannot describe the exact shape of the "arrow of time". In all known science, there is no impulse that pushes time forward or backward or stops. The best physicists can only admit that time is really just a scale, and it doesn't even have a definition. The only thing we can be sure of is that time can be arranged in a sequence that we can rely on to sort out the sequence of events.

In other words, the existence and passage of time is inherently unguaranteed.

Time exists not only in objective measurements, but also in the mind of every human being.

Happiness shortens time, pain lengthens time, and everyone has a moment when they look forward to "It's beautiful, please stop". A writer can spend years describing for a few minutes, or he can use a few minutes of writing to span years, just like a magician who controls time.

Time stops, at first glance, the whole world stops......

But on the other hand, isn't it the caster's own movement and state that disappears from the entire time series relative to the world?

The two can logically be completely equivalent.

Based on this concept, later generations of magicians came up with a new way to combat the cessation of time

That is to use the time of the mind against the time of the mind, and to use the stop of time against the stop of time!

What happens if two time stops take effect on each other at the same time?

They will be free to move around each other, but neither of them will be able to catch each other.

It's not that you can't find it, it's that you can't catch each other at all.

The person who uses the time stop, and the person who fights the time stop, does not exist for each other, or even for the rest of the world.

But they can see the impact each other can make on this still world!

The man who had stopped using time saw that the shelf with the emblem had been deformed again in the still time. Emblems and relics that were intended for detection are activated and turned into powerful trigger-type counterattack chains that attack the targets designated by their owners as soon as time stops.

Although there was no trace of the caster Bonnie Sefir, he could imagine the power of the chain of counters. It was the first person in the south who had reached the peak of arcane and divine arts to fight back with all his might, and he also requisitioned the holy relics of an entire diocese, even if he was an immortal, he was not confident that he could defend against it......

Although he didn't know how the other party managed to fight back even when time stopped, in the face of such a threat, his first reaction was to activate the magic wand in his hand and envelop the vicinity of the Holy Emblem.

Since the other party has turned the entire defensive barrier laid by the cardinal into an offensive weapon, then I must be under the holy emblem, right?

The man made the most probable judgment and recited another set of incantations softly.

The wand in his hand flashed and suddenly unfolded into countless balls of lightning suspended in the air, as if these balls of lightning were in the world where time had stopped.

"Huh?" Seeing these thunder balls, Bonnie's soft snort also froze in the air.

It's not because there are too many thunder balls and they're too strong, but because they're too weak. These thunder balls were at best the level of five or six levels of magic, and they might barely be able to penetrate a Sharp Priest's compound divine defenses, but how much damage they could make her suffer was a joke.

The starting hand is the highest level of magic like Time Stop, but the follow-up only prepares such a mid-level magic?The special effect of the staff does not seem to be a special effect that will threaten her like penetration......

So far, her opponent has shown no murderous intent towards her, acting like he is just trying to push her back to buy time.

Several possibilities flashed through Bonnie's mind.

"Is he in a panic?"

Whether the opponent pretended to have no killing intent and had other hidden magic, or really had no killing intent and just tried to force her back, Bonnie could not have allowed an immortal who might be the head of the Royal Security Department to move freely in Phase Harbor. The city is so important in her vision for the future.

So she didn't hesitate to flash all the thunder balls, and spread another layer of divine punishment across the entire vault to prevent this person from trying to escape. Another weakness of time stop is that it lasts for a very short period of time, so the caster will always stay within twenty seconds of reach in order to achieve the best results.

As long as time stops and ends, Bonnie is confident that she will be able to leave that enemy behind this time.

4 seconds, 4 seconds, 4 seconds, 4 seconds, 4 seconds.

All the clocks began to beat again, and all changes that were lost outside the time arrow and the chain of cause and effect began to execute at the same time.

"Mass Banishment!" "Holy Volley!" "This can't be!" "Huh?" "Staff activation, positioning, dimensional rift!" "Is he in a panic?" "Divine Punishment!"

The incantation and the sound of the conversation rang out together, mingling together.

For those who came outside of time, these were just sudden bursts of noisy noise, and their eyes widened in amazement.

Five spells work at the same time.

The first magic instantly sent Ionette Hartman, who was still standing in front of the emblem, away.

The second magic kicks in, turning the emblem into an attack machine that automatically fires rays of holy light. All the beams shot towards a man in front of the door of the vault, but they were stopped by countless balls of lightning in their path.

Bonnie Sefir stood directly below this ball of thunder, coldly watching as the divine punishment behind the man quickly gathered and took shape.

It was a young man of modest stature, with glasses, a grim gaze, and a lean appearance, with a nonchaliant smile on his face, and in the garb of a lowly priest, who looked like an inconspicuous church clerk.

The sights of the two appeared to be entities, colliding in mid-air.

That's all "sure enough" looks.

She knew that the enemy on the other side was Sidnather, and he knew that her opponent was Bonnie Sefill.

In Sidnase's hand, he clutched a pocket watch that was familiar to Bonnie.

Then Bonnie realizes that she had misjudged: his goals and hers were very different.

Her goal is to wipe out the immortals of Phase Harbor.

The goal of the other side is to retreat, plus to weaken the combat effectiveness of the phase port as much as possible.

From the moment he realizes that Bonnie can fight against the end of time, Sid has given up on the will to continue fighting, and instead deliberately shows weakness, making the illusion that he is in a panic and can be easily defeated, and tricks her into staying in the vault.

No wonder those thunder balls were so weak, because Sid Nather didn't use his own magic at all! Sid must have used some kind of magic item to create a weak thunder ball and open the dimensional rift at the same time!

Luckily, she was Bonnie Sefir, who had managed to avoid the dimensional rift on the other side last time, and had already prepared the necessary magic in an instantaneous state this time.

"Dimensional Anchor!"

Seeing that Bonnie was able to instantly perform such a high-level spell, Sidnather's expression did not change at all.

Invisible yellow anchors flew out of Bonnie's fingertips and struck upwards against the ceiling.

Almost at the same time, a huge dimensional rift forcibly opened, pulling the entire vault into another world.

When the silver dragon Mara sensed the change below, she rushed down the stairs, and what appeared in front of her was a severed staircase and an empty half-floor floor.

Vaults, relics, doors with protective magic, and even floors and ceilings...... All of them were gone, leaving only the unsightly broken brick surface exposed.

Those who use magic are probably very familiar with the shape of the vault room, and his dimensional crack covers just enough to say that the entire inner wall of the room has been cut off!

On the ruined floor, only a large group of Imperial expatriates were left who had been thrown out of the cracks and fainted.

"Hartman, Your Highness Sefir?"

The princess of the empire also came from the building, and when she saw this, she almost stumbled and fell down the disappeared stairs.

Since both Ionette Hartman and Bonnie Sefir have disappeared, no one knows what happened.

Of course, they didn't know why the huge hole was created, but the murderer didn't want to use magic to rip off the floor, walls, and the inside of the ceiling.

The only person who knows what happened is now just passing through the dimensional rift.

"This guy only saw me use it once, and he actually learned how to deal with the dimensional anchor! He dared to measure the size of the entire vault in advance!"

Standing on the barren and acidic mist-filled land, Bonnie rose from a pile of broken bricks and shook off the plaster. The golden dimensional anchor line on the fingertips looks like a joke.

“...... Forget it, since there are no immortals, the rest of the things should be handled by Naimon and Marshal Wayne. ”

Engraved at the same time

Phase: Port West Harbor Phase Bridge

While Bonnie, Sid, and Ionette all vanished into the dimensional rift, Nemensoledon was directing the clean-up of the battlefield.

Under the powerful command of Anne's Soul Stone, the battle at the bridgehead was over.

Even though he had only used it once, Naimon felt that his magic and spiritual power had been drained like pumping. Cold and desperate emotions poured into his emotions through the soul stone, and it wasn't for Anne's memory bank that kept talking to him, he felt like he was about to be pulled to the side of the undead army.

What jealousy and resentment that is!

In the desert wilderness of nothing, endure the resentment of the glorious past when the yellow sand is weathered.

In the endless empty sea, feel the resentment of the sea corroding the wreckage of the body.

Resentment against the elves who will not be saved. Resentment against the traitors of the elven vassals. Resentment against the Komans who ran rampant on the territory of the Old Elven Empire. Resentment against the Muraymans and Orientals, who enjoyed the rich land and destroyed other religions and tribes.

And resentment towards yourself. Resentment towards one's own obsession. All kinds of resentments that are obviously victims of the revival of the empire, but still have to fight for the Emperor of the Dead after death.

Waves of emotions washed over him, almost making it impossible for Naimon to hold Anne's soul stone, but fortunately, Anne's memory in the memory library had a certain judgment ability, and cut off the order when he was about to lose it.

Fortunately, the battle was already settled, but the sudden loss of the undead in the field caused the Seventh Fleet Navy to suffer a lot of losses. The main force under Naimon's command was cavalry, and he was responsible for the hammer work of pushing the enemy army into the sea, but he did not suffer many casualties.

But when it was time to clean up the battlefield, the commander of the Seventh Fleet Navy would have to come and ask for a way in person.

"Your Excellency, Overseer, why did the Divine Suppression suddenly stop? If you want to stop the Divine Suppression, can't you notify us first? Do you know how much we have paid extra!"

Seeing that it was Wei Buwu, the young marshal of the Seventh Fleet, the flagship captain and the chief commander of the Marine Corps, who came to the door to ask for the guilt, Naimen unconsciously shortened by three points. The young marshal is much older than him, and his accent has a strong oriental flavor, and many verbal particles and modal words are omitted, sounding sharp and direct.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'm not strong enough to drive this suppression for too long, and it seems to bring a backlash of the will of the undead. ”

Naimon answers his feelings in the truth.

Wei Buwu's eyebrows rose slightly, as if he was looking into his eyes. From the body of the Seventh Fleet Commander, there was a natural coercion, probably because he was born as the son of Wei Taiping, and he was a man of man.

"Now another powerful enemy force is attacking our military port. I wonder if you can provide a similar support again?"

Naimon hesitated, reached out and grabbed the Soul Stone in his pocket, and quietly asked Anne if her memory bank could do it again.

"No kidding! If I hadn't cut it off in time last time, you'd have been pulled over by them!"

The memory bank is a rare display of intense emotion.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid it was a one-off. Naimon shook his head at Wei Buwu, "But I still have cavalry, priests, and a few infantrymen. ”

"The entire coast near Westport, except for the one we saved, has probably become a production base for the undead. Wei Buwu sighed, "Is it really impossible to provide support, at least, when dealing with the enemy's main force?"

"I'm sorry. Naimon could only shake his head again.

"Your chaplain told me it was probably Archbishop Bonnie Shalfir's magic. As far as I know, Your Excellency is not a pastor and has no theological training on his resume. May I ask why such a powerful artifact is not entrusted to a bishop who can withstand the resentment and backlash of the undead, or is there a way to contact Archbishop Sephir?"

Wei Buwu still did not give up. The suppression just now impressed him too deeply, he had never seen such a sharp, powerful, and effective suppression of the undead.

Naimon frowned. He could feel the fiery flame in Wei Buwu's heart, which was completely different from his father's, and compared to the old commander who had been sharpened by the sea for many years, Wei Buwu was the kind of commander with a great enthusiasm, sense of justice, and ambition. At the very least, his will to save civilians and his own fleet is sincere.

But he couldn't say yes.

"Sorry, I'm no longer able to use it, I've run out of times for this suppression artifact"

"No, you're lying. In the righteous path techniques inherited by our Wei family, there is a special ability that can see that you are lying. ”

Wei Buwu unappreciatively interrupted Namen's concocted excuse.

"Actually, it can be used again, Your Excellency the Overseer. ”

Daomin still has this kind of Dao technique? Naimen was surprised and had to tell the truth: "Yes, but I can't use it again." ”

"Then why can't you lend it to someone else and help us suppress it?

In all fairness, Wei Buwu's request was very reasonable. Naimon wanted to promise him, but couldn't.

Because, the soul stone in his hand was not entrusted to him by Bonnie Sephir to deal with the undead army as others thought.

"I'm sorry. This was entrusted to me by Sepir, and I must return it to her with my own hands. Moreover, I am afraid that others will not be able to use this suppressive artifact. ”

He responded to Wei Buwu with a look full of regret.

Wei Buwu stared into Namen's eyes: this time he knew that Naimon was not lying.

The young marshal of the Seventh Fleet gritted his teeth: "It's really impossible? Even if our priest is not capable, there are always a few bishops of the Reform Society on your side who can use it! Even if it really doesn't work, there is no loss, isn't it!"

"No, neither can they. Definitely not. As compensation, I think I can find a way to compensate from the seizures and future taxes......"

"Who needs your damn reparation!Go to the people who have been killed by the undead!" Seeing that he could no longer ask for spell support, Wei Buwu turned away angrily, "I will truthfully report your judgment to the Free Army military headquarters through the Admiral!

Naimon raised his hand, trying to stop him, but in the end he didn't speak.

He asked Anne softly, "Am I wrong, Anne?"

"I'm just a memory bank, and I don't have the ability to make moral judgments. Frankly, I don't know, but I think you should be right. ”

Anne's memory bank replied to him.

"But I think he's right, too. Hopefully he'll find Bonnie, and Bonnie will always find a way. ”

Naimon sighed and began to arrange preparations for the next attack to deal with the enemy in the port area.

Unbeknownst to him and Waibuwu, Bonnie Sefir had reached a land far away that could not be measured by distance.

Celebrating the 10th anniversary of the serial! Wait, should this event be celebrated?

I wanted to write a lot of thoughts, but when I really put pen to paper, I felt like I couldn't write anything. It's the 10th anniversary...... It's the 10th anniversary...... It's still a normal update...... Anyway, Happy New Year everyone!

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