Ordinary people think of magicians as the bards say, erudite and eccentric, thin but powerful and mystical, they can summon large fireballs to burn enemies to ashes, and turn dirt into gold.

In a sense, this impression is not extreme, but it is only a microcosm of the caster community. Just as those who have never worked iron do not know how many processes it takes to forge a good sword, few people living outside of this circle can distinguish the many factions and types of casters.

Demon sorcerers bring out natural abilities from their bloodlines, alchemists create potions and magical items, earth dividers seek answers to the earth goddess, and magicians manipulate light and shadow to distinguish between reality and ...... Each faction's caster has its own unique skills and must not be generalized.

It was the first time El had faced an enemy who called himself a scholar, and he soon felt crushed on an IQ level.

This is not an illusion, nor is it a spiritual world, and El is very sure of this, and after establishing the second cycle of runes, his control over his body has reached the limit. No matter how realistically this world is constructed, there will still be a certain gap between it and the real reality.

This gap may shrink infinitely due to the strength of the constructor, but it will never be perfect. No leaf is the same in this world, and no one has the same personal feelings. It's the same drinking, some people don't get drunk with a thousand glasses, and some people pour a glass, no matter how strong the builder is, he can't do everything to the level of detail.

Even if this difference is only a slight error in the perceived temperature, it is enough for El to notice the anomaly.

He was still in the real world, but he was pulled into a special space by Gawain, the nature of which was somewhat similar to the spatial passage he had torn apart with the wind marks, but it was more stable and controllable than that void gap. El realized that the ancient book in Gawain's hand was probably the same level as his own Wind Scar.

The high culture is a black fog, casting a shadow over the entire pure white space. The world, emerging from nothingness.

El sensed something unusual under his feet, and couldn't help but look down, a piece of soil appeared from under his feet, gradually expanding in all directions, this was a land, and at the end of the earth. Mountains rise from the ground. The process may seem slow, but it seems to be only in a moment. Before he could react, he found himself in a completely new environment.

Strange rocks, howling winds, scorched earth and hazy skies, this scene is no stranger, and it is a microcosm of the Camille moor.

"Welcome to the world of my books, small mortals. Gawain's voice rang out from the sky, like a muffled thunderclap. With his words, El saw the speed of expansion of the world around him instantly speed up tenfold.

He soon realized that this was his own relative delusion. It's not that the world is getting bigger, it's that he's shrinking.

"The flames of the prairie will burn you to the ground!"

As Gawain uttered the second sentence, a huge vortex suddenly appeared in the sky, and strange fire fell from the sky, instantly igniting the wasteland. A howling wind engulfs the fire, spreading it across the wasteland.

Scorching flames burned in all directions, and the temperature of the air rose rapidly. Even breathing became very difficult. Seeing that the flames had burned beneath his feet, El remained unmoved, looking up at the sky.

"The sluts of the Society of Truth don't have any other abilities other than intrigue and pretending?" El stared coldly at the sky and suddenly spoke.

"Don't compare me to Sneike. ”

Unexpected. He actually got an answer from Gawain, and the voice came from behind him. At some point, Gawain's visions came out again.

"I think you're a raccoon dog. El said.

"It's different, at least I'm a person with a bottom line. Gawain said, "If you throw in the towel now, I can forgive you for your offense." ”

"Leave your mercy to the wild dogs of the streets, I will not need your charity. El sneered, "Then again, how did you come up with the illusion that you would win?"

"Then you're going to die here. I will return your ashes to Lanstat. Don't blame me for not warning me beforehand, these flames are not illusions. Gao Wen snorted coldly, and the conjured image slowly disappeared into the firelight.

"It's indeed the flame of 'real'......" El blinked and nodded, "but how is this 'real' defined?"

This time he got silence.

"I'm a person with little culture, but fortunately, I have a very smart girl now. ”

El ignored the tongue of fire that had climbed to his toes and muttered to himself.

"She once told me that the Silver Rank is actually the limit that mortals in this world can reach by themselves, and if you want to continue to advance on the basis of the Silver Rank, you will definitely touch that forbidden realm. At the end of the Silver Secret Realm there is a golden gate, which is called the Golden Gate, also known as the Rules. ”

"I'm not there yet, it's hard to understand the power of the so-called rules, but at least I've seen it, and I've experienced it myself, and it's a very bad feeling...... As it is now. ”

El raised his arm and put his two fingers together, pointing straight ahead of him, a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I can't understand your rules, you're already invincible in this world, but...... Why should I follow your rules?"

The world began to crumble between his fingers.

In the tavern, El's figure suddenly disappeared, and Gawain fell silent with his eyes half-closed. The strange scene made the onlookers look at each other, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

With a slight frown, Lolana walked up to Gawain, who seemed unsuspecting, but suddenly opened her eyes when Lolana put her finger in front of him.

It wasn't the girl's slender fingers that alerted him, but the blood-colored roses that wrapped around the tips of her fingers.

"Fraudsters...... So the weapon in his hand is the Wind Scar, which I have only seen in the earliest documents. Since you can dominate the Night's Watch and have Adrian's legacy, you can't ......" Gawain looked at the girl's eyes in disbelief, and suddenly his body trembled involuntarily, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

El's figure reappeared in front of him, almost in the same position as Lorana, two fingers together and stabbing forward, almost instantly hitting Gawain's face.

Gawain's face changed drastically, his figure flickered and flew backwards, and with every other step, he left a phantage in his place that was not much different from himself, and each phantom crossed his hands and summoned a huge black cross in front of his chest.

However, he took a step back, and El took a step forward, and dark blue rune totems emerged from his arms, nine runes flying up and down, looking like fallen leaves dancing in the wind. The phantom and black cross left behind by Gawain could not stop him in the slightest, and were directly smashed into scattered black mist.

Gawain wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised the ancient book in his hand with a sneer, and a mysterious and unpredictable power spread from the ancient book, forming an invisible area centered on him, enveloping El inside.

El's dashing pace suddenly froze, and the runes that fluttered between his fingers like fallen leaves stopped flying, and to outsiders, it was like time was frozen here, but only he could appreciate it, it was a constraint that could not be described in words.

"Legendary Armament?" Rolana's slightly surprised voice sounded behind him, and El's eyes moved, and he vaguely felt that he seemed to have heard the word somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

"You actually know about the legendary armament?" Gawain glanced at the girl in surprise.

"Ah, it's not a secret, why can't I know?" Lolana had a standard commercial smile on her face, and before she knew it, the black thorns around her had wrapped around the beams of the tavern, silently extending towards Gawain.

"It's really not a secret to a tavern maid who can drive away fraudsters and manipulate the plants of hell. Gawain said coldly, "What is your identity?"

Lolana smiled lightly, but did not answer, and black roses burst out of the ground from under Gawain's feet, and blood-colored roses bloomed above the thorns. Gao Wen's gloomy face turned over the ancient book again and again, and the energy around him instantly became like substance, pressing the black thorns that grew on the ground and unable to move.

Lolana raised her hands in front of her, her fingertips quivering slightly as if she were plucking the strings, and the black thorns on the ground twitched and swelled, bursting with a pop, releasing colorful dust.

Although he didn't know what effect the dust had, just looking at the strange color was certainly not a good thing, Gawain stepped back again, and the ancient book in his hand turned another page, and the colored dust around him was instantly swept away.

Gawain cautiously took a few steps back, breaking away from the black thorns, and looked up to find that El, who had been in hot pursuit just now, did not continue the pursuit this time. This made him secretly relieved, and at the same time, he couldn't help but raise his vigilance.

"What, are you scared?" Gawain sneered as he looked at El.

"No, I just don't think it's necessary. El stood in place with a strange face, looking at the black thorns covering the ground in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh: "She didn't like hands-on ...... before"

"What?" Gawain was a little confused.

Then he felt an inexplicable dizziness in his mind, and involuntarily tilted his head back and fell. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )