The silvery-white arc was slender and dense, and the entire desk was shrouded in it, and Professor Corelli looked at Odin with a straight face, full of anticipation. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The gray-robed warlock smiled and pointed to the center of the table, while the middle-aged professor looked into the circle and saw that the center of the circle condensed the power grid into a vortex and spiraled into it. Despite the terrifying sound of the arcs around them, the brightness of the arc made it impossible to open the eyes, but the lines drawn by the dust were not damaged in the slightest.

"No way, I've just released five thousand units of electricity! You're just drawing graffiti, it's just dust!"

"Now I'm trying to drive it with the Spirit Sea. Odin smiled and looked at the table.

"Hail!" he said a word in the ancient imperial Chinese.

A miraculous scene happened, the arc network quickly turned into a spiral circle, suddenly expanded, and then the brightness suddenly dimmed, as if it was bound by some terrible force, and it twisted into a dense cone, spinning and drilling towards the circular array eye!

The whole process is like a spider's web being quickly stirred up, sticking into a ball, and then swallowed by the circle!

"It's not a spell! It's a trick!" Magic!" Coriley criticized stiffly, but couldn't hide his excitement: "Tell me, how did you drive?"

"We can think of the model we just drew as a machine that controls the vibration of matter. Every line is a part of the machine, and it fits closely. ”

"Through it, the genesis particles that move in disorder are hundreds or thousands of times more active, and they are more likely to react with the particles that pass through the model. Of course, this process is conserved, and when I draw, I transfer my own mental power - if there is a material to help, the effect will be better. ”

Odin patiently explained.

"After the circle is drawn, it already has a certain effect, and it can be regarded as the machine being tightened with the pins, and after the pins are turned, the machine will naturally stop running. In order for the pins to not stop and turn faster, new spiritual power needs to be entered. ”

As he spoke, the Grey-robed Warlock drew lines in the air—as if these non-existent lines really formed a magical instrument that operated tightly and controlled matter. Professor Corelli stared at him intently, his facial lines not softening in the slightest, but his eyes shining with frenzy.

"Then, we only need to reproduce the motion of the creation particle in the spiritual sea. Our minds are like a high-precision, ultra-high-energy amplifier - the clearer the process, the more precise the casting process, and the more amazing the release effect. I can absorb a million units of energy with this stick figure circle if I want, but it may damage the nervous system. ”

Odin confidently described.

"Are you talking about the genesis particles - the basic matter that makes up this world, where did you learn this word, and learned this?" Professor Corelli was no longer obsessed with his spell books, he was like an inquisitive student at the moment.

"This is a secret passed down by the Rebels, and the orthodox Rebel Warlocks keep the magic scrolls from the first year of the Creation Calendar. I learned this from this. Odin straightened his grey robe and threw bait for Corelli to take the bait.

For a spell fanatic, even if a hook would pierce the throat, he would not hesitate to bite down.

"Mr. Diggs, can you teach me how to use real spells?" Within minutes, Professor Corelli had used an honorific - if the monks and mages of the Imperial Seminary saw this, their jaws would drop in shock, because the professor was notoriously withdrawn and arrogant.

The story of him having an archmage pour a spittoon for him and the Imperial Holy Priest eating twenty closed doors has been widely circulated. However, no one in the Empire has a deeper understanding of magic than he has, and no one has been able to defeat him with magic except for the Oracle and the Holy See.

At this moment, he actually used honorifics to a stranger who had met for no more than ten minutes!

Odin showed no humility at all, and he patiently taught Corelli to meditate, allowing him to feel the flow of matter with the spiritual sea.

"I know that there is a magical power within the Empire that allows you to master spells that transcend common sense. You regard this power as a true God, and therefore devout yourself in what you call the gods. ”

"But with all due respect, this power has also caused you to abandon your keen sense of touch, abandon the search for the rules of material motion, and rudely use some ready-made formulas and spells to unleash spells. The level of ability mainly depends on how much it absorbs that strange power and how efficiently it is used. It's amazing, but what you're mastering isn't a real spell at all. ”

The gray-robed warlock didn't care at all about what he said, how subverting the thinking of the magic world and the Sanctuary was imparting! If he was facing the law enforcement forces of the Templars, he would inevitably be guillotined for blasphemy in the next moment!

Professor Corelli, however, did not care at all about this, and looked at Odin like a demon! For a long time, he was puzzled by these texts and academic theories—they were more like empiricism and mysticism, and could not find a complete logical chain. Even the various spell books can contradict each other.

The Professor's talent is unusual, but he has not grown in twenty years, and he has always felt that the Imperial Spell System is a tree without roots. And Odin's question, like a bolt of lightning, opened the door to a new world!

"Now, close your eyes and meditate, and feel the movements of matter—you will see them in your spiritual sea—the vibrating particles of creation. Odin spoke in a slow tone, leading Corelli's imagination.

In the past, meditation was based on condensing the power of the true god in the mind and releasing it through ready-made spells and magic circles. Now, Corelli has a different perception of the world!

In the darkness that I could see when I closed my eyes, golden points of light floated everywhere. The spots of light were so faint that they were barely visible if he wasn't looking—and when he looked closely, he found that the entire space was filled with light particles!

He continued to search, and found that the particles of light were trembling slightly, drifting around, but could not find any pattern - they would touch lightly, and then quickly bounce away, some leaping to infinity, some remaining in place. Most of the time, they don't interfere with each other.

Colaily tried to draw a rectangle about four to three like Odin, only to see the light particles in the middle and around the rectangle, touch the border, and then bounce off the place beyond reach with great speed, which he can't reach at all!

He quickly drew a circle, trying to restrain the particles, but the faint light was like beans falling into a hot oil pan, desperately splashing out, and he even felt hot!

"Professor, Professor, wait a minute!" Corelli tried countless times, but was interrupted by Odin's shouting, sweating profusely and his eyes closed, unwilling to get out of this magical state.

"I have something more amazing to show you!" Odin had to seduce the fascinated professor once more.

Corelli suddenly opened his eyes, and his big ears also opened: "What else?!"

"I can reverse convert the absorbed electrical energy and re-release it several times more!" Odin raised his voice.

The middle-aged professor's mouth was wide open, and with his dull face, he looked like a surprise puppeteer.

"What?!" he shouted.