Fermir Stark never imagined that he would wake up this way.

There was silence all around, but I couldn't hear my heartbeat or breathing. It's pitch black in front of you - that's not accurate, because "eyes" probably don't exist. He tried to raise his hands or sit up, but he did not touch anything outside or move his body.

Fortunately, the thinking is clear enough. I remember that he was in the heart of the Lugrand Forest a moment ago, facing Harun and Hissa, successfully convincing a group of "living gods", and then integrating into "her", who absorbed many powers. Further back, there is the defeat of the Golden Spike City, the completion of the "water of life", and the submission of the Saatchi people...... Until that encounter at the Fleld. But how to become the current situation, and how long he slept before waking up, he didn't have a definite answer.

“…… Who are you? ”

Someone seems to have asked him that. Words do not pass through the air or ear canals, but directly in his mind. He was silent for a moment, combing through his long-unused, slightly rusty memories.

"A wizard, Fermir Stark - the name doesn't matter, it's just someone remembers it."

“…… Where is your home? ”

"My parents died very early, and the White Tower family has died out completely. I don't have a hometown. ”

“…… So, why did you come here? ”

"I will go to the place where Edda was, to the place where Father directed. They left, died, or fled. Someone had to take over this responsibility and fulfill the father's expectations. ”

“…… What is that expectation you are talking about? ”

"Learn from history and learn from failure. Make good use of the power he left behind, rather than squandering it on useless things and even bringing about a second destruction. ”

“…… We don't quite understand what you said. But...... Can we trust you? ”

"Naturally—just leave it to me. Now I'm you, September. I don't lie to myself. ”

“…… Well. Well, please. ”

The darkness gradually receded, and the sensations of the body returned. He seemed to lie on his back, surrounded by soft soil and grass, and every breath of air he breathed contained an unusually abundant amount of life magic. The breeze brought the scent of flowers and fruit trees, but in his senses, which were enhanced by a tenfold increase, there were no animals or humans nearby, except for himself.

Fermir Stark exhaled, retracting his scattered senses. He relaxed his body and gently put his hand over his forehead, feeling the warmth he had not felt in a long time with his fingertips.

The current situation is satisfactory to him. The fusion was a success, and he retained all of his memories, plus the appearance of "Fermir". The newborn body was as he had expected, with enough potential to amaze any wizard, and he believed, Alex Eda himself. The only surprise was that "September" captured a piece of his soul when he merged, giving birth to an independent mind. Although she still needs to grow, "she" has a bloodline control over this body that is far stronger than his.

But that's not a bad thing, Fermier thought to himself. 'Wishes' have bound them together, but now they are even more intimate.

He stretched hard, slowly got up, and opened his eyes.

The sea of grass in front of you is like a forest, and it is difficult to see the edge at a glance. Thousands of grass leaves are waist-length, and none of them are dyed with a little yellow, and they are as soft as brocade. The sky was spotless, with no sun or moon in sight, but the orange-yellow light illuminated every corner, warm and warm, like the sunset and the fire of a tavern—the power of the divine messenger, which has remained the same for centuries. The black-robed wizard narrowed his eyes and looked at everything in his sight contentedly.

"That's good. Alex does have some skills to do this. The young wizard snapped his fingers lazily, causing the new black robe to cover his body, "It's stupid." ”

There was a slight dissatisfaction in my mind, and more questions. “…… Thou, why do you say that? ”

"With the power of Edda, instinct makes the whole continent smooth and rainy, and harvests are harvested year after year; It can also eradicate the plague, so that mortals will never suffer from the pain—" Fermier sneered silently, as if to say to himself, "but he spent the first half of his life in this small world, only for his own interests. And in the end, he died in a private fight, leaving no value. ”

The voice fell silent. He pressed his right hand to his chest, exhaled, and stepped forward.

A believer named Cole tells him that the oracles are following a 'promise', but the young wizard scoffs at it - what is more like a 'god' than cannibalism? He was convinced that if he were in Edda's position, the situation would be very different: at least he wasn't that stupid.

It's just a pity that it's hard. In the case of the Lord of Light, the oracle allows the inheritance, but no one knows exactly how. In the annals of history, there have been attempts to get close to the gods more than once, but what they have gained is nothing but madness, death.

Wish I was different from them. Fermier thought.

He stared at the bronze tower at the end of his sight. The tower reached into the sky, smooth and straight, with countless branches stretching outward from its body, and the branches were covered with bright fruits, swaying slowly with the breeze. That's where Alex Andrew Eda was from. There he tried again and again to create perfect life, and all the "gods of the world", including September, were born in the tower.

He raised his left hand and easily constructed a familiar secret technique. The spell light flickered for a moment, and he disappeared from where he was, and then appeared far ahead. However, when he looked up, the white tower in his line of sight did not change in the slightest.

"You don't know me anymore, you still don't recognize me." The black-robed wizard muttered to himself, "It's okay, even after a long time, you should always recognize your daughter, Alex." ”

He closed his eyes and sank his mind into the ocean of consciousness again, calling for another 'self'. Perhaps because of the previous argument, he waited for a while before getting a response from the other party.

“…… Looking for us, what's the matter? ”

"Go home." He replied briefly, "Alex's residence, you should know the way, right?" ”

"Maybe." The voice asked rhetorically, "Why should we bring you there, Femir?" ”

"There are others who covet Edda's power. Even if it doesn't exist today, it will continue to be. "And I promise that this power will be yours—and I will, of course, borrow your power if necessary." ”

The voice was silent for a long time, then agreed. So he surrendered ownership of his body and returned to the darkness to wait.

Just as there is no such thing as "time" in the astral plane, the same is true in pure consciousness. When the perception returned, it seemed as if only a moment had passed, and the bronze tower was already in front of us.

According to the memories she holds, only those who are approved by Edda, or the bloodline created by her, can enter the sanctuary of the Lord of Heaven. But now, in front of his eyes, a pitch-black chasm several meters long and more than two meters wide embedded in the foot of the tower's wall, the darkness contained the endless galaxy and terrifying magic.

He could probably guess what it was, so he turned on the arcane vision and tried to decipher the principle and flow of the spell. However, the dazzling magic filled his vision, and the specific structure was completely undiscerning. After only a moment, he felt a sharp dizziness and had to stop trying.

Someone entered the tower before him. In terms of strength, the gap between the two is like a moat. As Cangyun said, compared to a truly powerful wizard, his accumulation is still far from enough. But at this moment—

He won't be afraid. Death, or anything. Whether it succeeds or not, he won't regret it in the next few minutes.

Fermir calmed down, methodically added a protective secret technique to himself, bypassed the crack, pressed his hand to the bottom of the tower, and awakened the blood in his body that belonged to "September". The walls glow slightly, resonate and turn into a flowing liquid surface. He withdrew his hand, straightened the black robe on his body, and walked through the 'wall' in three or two steps—

He was greeted not by the expected attacks or traps. The structure of the interior of the tower is as different as it was in memory, except that the breath of 'father' Eda is missing. The walls are carved with drawings of many creatures, and a spiral staircase leads up the walls to the many laboratories and museums that Edda once established. In the center of the hall, a model that seems to be composed of countless points of light and lines floats in the air, and the structure is constantly changing, as if it contains some kind of wonderful pattern.

Then he saw the figure standing to the left of the 'model'. It was a sturdy man, about two meters tall, dressed in a crimson robe, with a long beard and not a single hair on the top of his head. His face was hard as stone, and his forehead was smooth, making it difficult to tell his age. Fermir was vaguely aware that the life magic in the hall was spreading out in all directions, as if instinctively retreating out of fear—

He knew the man. Jester Morgan is currently the chief of the Wizarding Federation and the head of the red-robed wizards.

He remembered that when he was fourteen years old, he received a month-long independent mentorship from the other party as the 'youngest beginner wizard': the Federation has always focused on the cultivation of young wizards, so this is just a convention. And what impressed him was not only the old wizard's profound knowledge and skill, but also the thinning hair of his head and his unsmiling countenance. And if it hadn't been for that accident, he might have officially become a disciple of the other party - and a member of the federation after obtaining the qualification of a mid-level wizard.

The reunion, separated by decades, could not make Fermir feel the slightest joy. Of the wizards still alive, he knew that Jester probably knew himself best, and he was also the most difficult to deal with.

"Long time no see, to be honest, I didn't expect it to be you." Fermir took a few steps to the side, turned around, and stared at the old wizard's face, "It seems that I still underestimated the appeal of Edda's legacy. ”

"The Federation does not need the power of Edda, nor does it seek senseless immortality." The old wizard's expression remained the same, "But I can't let you get it, Fermir. ”

"Then I think highly of you. Sure enough, even if you are old, you will become cowardly. The young wizard glanced at the top of the other's head and spread his hands, "In that case, why don't you give me this powerless power, and let it mold here?" ”

The old wizard was silent for a moment, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

"That Celestial-Ariel, told me about your plans. You're not just aiming for Ada, right? ”

"That's true." He cleanly admitted, "Alex spent his whole life and failed to create a perfect life." I don't want to repeat that mistake. ”

"But there is only one power of the ownerless. Do you want to start a war, between the oracles? ”

Jester narrowed his eyes, as if waiting for Femir's next reply. However, the young wizard shook his head.

"It's too early to say that." He took two steps back slowly, "You taught me that you can only perceive the scenery in the distance if you step on a higher step. The young wizard curled his index finger and flicked open the waist bag hanging at his side, "And now, are you going to stop me from seeing the way, Chief Morgan?" ”

The old wizard stared at him for a long time, then lowered his eyelids.

"As wizards, we should not pursue forces that are not our own and that are difficult to control." Jester slowly raised his left hand, and the colorless magic flames converged in the palm of his hand, "You have enough talent. Now stop making mistakes, you can also become a great wizard. ”

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Morgan." Fermir sighed, "However, compared to the great wizards...... I'd rather be a fool. ”

Before the words fell, he attacked without hesitation.

Several secret spells that had been set up were unleashed at the snap of a finger. The first spell obscures his form and aura; Next, a detection that isolates all magical powers; The third connects to the Astral Plane, teleporting him to a corner of the hall. At the same moment, an 'illusion' identical to him remained in place, clasping his hands to his chest and chanting intricate and lengthy incantations.

Whether it's chain casting or illusion golems, it's a secret of the White Tower Wizard - for Fermir, it's the first time they've been successfully used in actual combat. He secretly prayed that if the old wizard was distracted by the illusion, he would have a chance to get a head start—

But Jester just raised his left hand and gave it a gentle push forward.

An invisible secret art swept across the hall. The illusion came to naught, and the spherical golem that had built the illusion lost all of its magic power in an instant, and fell to the ground with a thud. The "model" in the center of the hall darkened, and all the protective spells that the young wizard had cast on himself—even the unactivated scrolls in his belt pack—were wiped out at the same moment.

"That's enough, Femir." The old wizard's face remained unchanged, and his voice tinged with a hint of anger. "No matter how much fault the White Tower has, they have been punished. If you're still the Stark I know, think about what you're going to do now! ”

"So you still don't believe me, Mr. Morgan." Fermier shook his head slowly, "If the Tao is different, it is not a conspirator. I should have understood, September and Ariel couldn't convince you, so why bother with words? ”

The young wizard unbuttoned the black robe, took it off, and tossed it aside, revealing healthy, rosy skin. He pursed his lips to meet Jester's gaze, calling out "her" by name in his heart.

"My body is in your hands, September. Help me defeat him. ”

Some kind of magic seemed to explode from the heart, through the hundreds of bones, and spread throughout the body. His body swelled dozens of times in an instant, his back was pierced by steel, another pair of arms appeared on his shoulder, and even his head completely changed. Countless limbs and tissues emerge from everywhere, tearing at the skin, twisting the muscles, and creating a cacophony of bones cracking. The excruciating pain caused him to scream, but another stream of heat followed, instantly dissolving all the pain, leaving it with seemingly endless power.

The eyes are back to clarity, and they are several times clearer than before. Fermir Stark straightened his solid chest, lowered his head, and stared at Jester's face from a height of nearly ten meters. He found surprise on that face...... There was even a small amount of thumbs up, but no fear was found.

It doesn't matter. He wanted not fear, but victory...... As well as the death of the opponent.

Fermir flexed his hind limbs and kicked with all his might, rushing into the air like a cannonball. His tail struck the long table full of labware behind him, throwing it all over the wall, shattering it with a thud. In a matter of seconds, he climbed to the top of the tower, nearly a hundred meters above the ground. The old wizard remained where he was, his expression calm, as if he didn't care about his actions.

"You'll regret it, Jester." His voice became deep and deep, like a trumpet, "For the price you will pay." ”

"That's right, I regret it." The old wizard replied in a low voice, but he could hear it clearly, "I have lost a wonderful disciple, and he has lost all his future. ”

He didn't want to fight anymore, so he lowered his head and swooped down like lightning. On either side of his mane-covered lion's head, perhaps vaguely befitting of Fermir's face, the dragon's head, wrapped in golden and iron-gray scales, roared in unison, aiming at Jester, spitting out pale and dark green lines of fire.

Jester raised his right hand. The falling flames were five feet away from him when they were stopped by an invisible barrier. However, a moment's delay was enough—the sharp left claw hissed, shattering the barrier with a single blow; The other foreleg was aimed at the old wizard's chest and abdomen, swinging it down with full body weight.

He has the vision given by the clouds, and the enemy in front of him is not an illusion. He also knew that no matter how powerful a wizard was, he was not a warrior, and without the protection of distance and spells, they were as fragile as ordinary people-

Two invisible hands grabbed his hind legs without warning, and forcibly stopped his momentum - and it was thanks to his physical strength that he was able to avoid being torn in half by his own weight. He yelled angrily, trying to get rid of the palm, but his forelimbs were quickly grabbed and pressed to the ground on all fours. He tried to struggle, but his posture was too hard to exert force, and the force holding him down was so great that it was impossible to get out of it.

"Hopefully this will calm you down a bit." The old wizard paced, his face did not show the slightest tiredness, the attack just now did not pose a threat to him at all, "To live or to die, it shouldn't be a difficult question, right?" ”

"That's right." Fermier grinned widely, revealing a smile that was only in his imagination, "I choose...... Your death. ”

Red flames surged from within him, igniting his limbs, climbing up his torso and neck, dancing into the air. The magic that bound him was instantly engulfed by it, turning into nourishment, making it burn even more fiercely. The flames spread in all directions, and countless sparks exploded, igniting scrolls of paper, tables, and bookshelves, and even devouring the floor and walls of the tower, but not a single smoke rose. Visions began to blur, and Fermir narrowed his eyes as he looked at the only unlit area in the center of the hall—where the old wizard was currently located.

Whether it is matter, magic, or even space itself, as long as there is enough time, the current form of "September" will engulf everything. But he knew that the old wizard would not be so defeated. Come, he prays secretly in his heart, resist me, defeat me, and then kill me, by whatever means you have—

A low chanting sounded. He felt the scorching heat of the condensation of mana, and the spell he had heard of before, but had never used. It is a 'wish-granting' spell, and the wizard's closest power to the gods is one of the ways to completely destroy this "body".

He closed his eyes reassuringly, returning to pitch black. Then a familiar voice is heard.

"Femir Stark—wake up, are you alright?"

The darkness was driven by the light, and the young wizard opened his arms to embrace the warm light of the fire in front of him. "She" stood in the light, her long hair gilded with gold, and six wings spread out behind her back—they were made up of countless fireflies, constantly evolving and reconstructing over time, like the cycle of life. The two looked at each other, Fermir staring slightly obsessively, while "she" looked back earnestly.

“…… You've been expecting it for a long time, huh? ”

"That's right. Your father, Alex Andrew Edda, would not have watched his children die, especially in his homeland. He raised the corners of his mouth, his smile full of pride, "It all starts with the trust you have in me. So, can you lend me strength, September? ”

The girl stared at him earnestly, then nodded. So he returned to Edda's Tower and confronted the red-robed Chief Wizard.

Everything inside the tower was intact, as if time had been turned back to the moment they first met. This time, he felt the magic gather around him, and let out a silent tremor to greet him, the master of the tower.

"Okay, okay. You've made it, Femir. The old wizard's expression was like a stone, but his slightly trembling hands testified to his anger—or uneasiness, "Now tell me, what are you going to do with this power?" ”

"I have a lot to do." Fermier replied, "But first, we need to solve the problem. ”

He reached forward. The tower immediately responds to his request and brings Jester to him. The old wizard did not resist, but narrowed his black eyes and stared at him silently and solemnly.

"I need your help." Fermier whispered. He was familiar with the power that belonged to Edda, which stretched upwards from here to the top of the tower, and then through a network of divine arts, reaching every corner of the continent. "Even if it is a divine envoy, it is not easy to create something out of nothing." Thinking of September and her companions, the war in progress, and more distant goals, "All I lacked was time. With you, it would be much more efficient. ”

"I want to ...... It was a good decision. The old wizard was obviously still skeptical, but his expression finally relaxed, "As long as you don't abuse this power, there will always be someone willing to help you with your research." He looked around, then his gaze fell back on Fermir's face, "I can prepare a fully equipped laboratory for you." Or are you going to stay here and be visited regularly by the wizards of the Federation? ”

"You don't know how to do magic." Fermir shook his head, "And there are not a few wizards in the Federation who want to kill me. You can't convince everyone. He stepped forward and looked into Jester's eyes, "I'm going to continue Alex's research and create—or recreate the body of a 'demigod' that once existed." As a wizard, your body has been impregnated with secret art for many years, so at least it is good material. ”

The old wizard vaguely understood something. His eyes widened, "Wait, we can ...... again"

His words could not be continued. Femir grabbed him by the throat with his right hand and slowly lifted him into the air. Ada's power penetrated deep into his body, jot down every trait of life, and then traveled along the "web" to search for those who were close enough.

"I remember you said that the federation is all blood relatives." Fermir sighed lightly, "Good all the way, Chief Morgan." I hope you can meet again in the astral plane. ”

He reawakened Ada's power and extinguished all the marked flames of life.

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