Back on the sea, Siegel has a familiar feeling. This swaying, fluttering rhythm is buried deep in his bones, and now it is reinterpreted into music. It's a pity that there is no smell in the ocean of thought, and there are no fish under the waves of emotion, but all this has made Siegel feel relaxed.

After crossing the surface of the sea condensed by memories of the past, it is now in deep water. Looking down from the side of the ship, the water contains the power of magical fluctuations. If Siegel dares to dive down from here, he may be able to find the secret of the spells that Wendy has learned—her unique technique, her private alchemy recipe, and her spell chain structure.

There are treasures in it, but there are also dangerous thought whirlpools and undercurrents, and it takes a lot of thought to dive deeply. Siegel did not stop sailing, but continued to move towards the depths of the ocean.

Then there is the subconscious, the area that the mages consider to be based on feelings rather than facts. The water here is constantly changing color, from deep black to completely transparent, and the cycle changes like breath and pulse. This current calm and waveless state is built on the premise of Wendy's coma. If she was awake, the area would be like a boiling hot spring, with various colors churning together in the swells to form a colorful spectacle.

The storm created by Knox's spell was in this area, and a slender tornado could be seen connecting the sea with a red thundercloud up and down. Subconscious emotions are sucked up, slowly rising, and carried into the thunderclouds. Green plasma scurries around, breaking down seawater and igniting it. Red flames continued to rise, growing the thundercloud.

Siegel frowned, the red flame was familiar. Remember that in Makabda, the murderous gnomes used flames like red lotuses, which were exactly the color. Never before would I have thought that the properties of everything as a fuel are so similar to the energy conversion technology of the plasma-resistant plasma. How could there be no connection between the two?

This spell is able to continuously devour the energy around it, gradually strengthening itself in the cycle. It is only in the space of a concrete mind that a concept can be transformed into a structured entity, and thanks to the fact that it is in the mind of a mage, only a skilled spell caster has enough knowledge to understand and embody the secrets of the spell.

In addition to the thundercloud whirlwind in front of him, Siegel also knows of a type of spell that can cycle on its own, and that is the dwarf's twisted illusion. He took advantage of this opportunity. Take a good look at the similarities and differences between the two. The spells of the Knox Commons have some of the characteristics of a dwarf illusion, but they are not obvious. However, the basis of Nagkos's plasma technology must be the illusion of a dwarf, which Siegel can basically confirm.

In the countless worlds and the long flow of time, there will be countless flashes of inspiration that are as bright as the starry sky, producing breakthroughs far beyond the technological level of the time. Whether the magic is powerful or not, and whether the spell is advanced, depends on whether it can gather and continue these wonderful moments of inspiration. In addition to the circulating magic circle, Nakus's magic circle miniaturization technology also came from a certain flash of inspiration, which is also extremely excellent. Siegel always wanted to find an opportunity to master it.

A bolt of thunder shot out of the tornado and landed next to the ship. Siegel retracted his thoughts, focused, and thought of a solution.

The red clouds formed by the "euthanasia" spell continue to release comforting signals, so the sea around the tornado is unusually calm, and it can be said that there are no waves. If this area expands, the whole sea loses its vitality. And then people will die. So what emotions are the opposite of happiness?

Siegel looked around, hoping to find clues and material from Wendy's mind. He saw a large mass of smudges in the depths of the ocean. It's like viscous oil floating on the surface of the water. He drove the ship cautiously over and saw the terrible images of countless undead fighting, scuffling, and biting each other through the layer of oil. Luckily, Wendy was still unconscious, so it was very peaceful, and the undead were still trying to devour the living beings, and there was not a single terrible wail or scream of pain.

There is fear, there will be fear, and only then can people live. Just as one wants to judge whether one is in a dream or not. It's all a slap in the face, it must rely on the feeling of pain, and it has never had anything to do with whether or not you are happy.

Siegel chanted the incantation, dragging the oil stain closer in the direction of the tornado. It takes a lot of strength and it's very mentally draining. He had to focus his whole will on the fear of the dead. A little bit to attract it, guide it, and move it.

Sweat continued to drip down his forehead, and he only felt heavy eyelids. The ships that had been carrying him became smaller and smaller: the sails turned to smoke and disappeared, the decks fell off one by one, and the ship's side grew lower and lower. The sailboat became a paddle boat, then shrunk into a canoe, and eventually into a raft. Siegel stood on the rickety raft, his feet already soaked with Wendy's sea of thoughts.

A feeling of comfort came from the feet, as if the whole sea was not cold water, but warm flesh and blood. Siegel shuddered and woke up from the dream from which he was almost falling. It was only a matter of time before he would be assimilated here, and the soul clone would be completely integrated into the sea, becoming an integral part of this place.

It was impossible to do the rest of the work in his current state, and Siegel concentrated on transforming himself into a skeleton form. The fragment of his soul also completed the same change in Wendy's mind. For a time, the wind was surging and the waves were surging, and the raft was undulating and bumpy at the bottom of the valley.

The black, viscous grease seemed to have come to life, and it lunged at Siegel to envelop him into the water. The mage conjured a wand in his hand and cast a spell to protect against evil, freezing the black sense of fear. He then began chanting the spells of Knox's spells, and continued to manifest the gnomes' circular circle.

In this meditation-like environment, no actual materials are required to make magical items, and everything is somewhere between fantasy and reality. As long as you can understand, all that remains is the ability of the viewer to concentrate and whether he can maintain his or her concentration until he finishes.

Fortunately, Siegel was already familiar with the dwarf runes, and the elemental core and energy lens were made by him. Soon, the wind and waves gradually stopped, and a black tornado gradually formed. From the fear of necromancy, the purest will to survive is extracted, forming a whirlwind that is the opposite of the "euthanasia" spell.

Siegel patiently adjusted the direction of the two spell whirlwinds, allowing them to gradually get closer. The two cyclones act similarly but opposite in nature, canceling each other out in Siegel's calculations. In order to fulfill his plan, Siegel could not let the two whirlwinds meet now. Without the Comfort Spell, his hypnosis and hypnotic suggestion would be meaningless, so it would be some time before the cancellation process in Wendy's mind took place.

Fear makes people live, and happiness kills people, Siegel looked at the two whirlwinds in front of him, and his heart had a realization. If he hadn't been in and out of all kinds of dangerous situations, if he hadn't faced one life and death challenge after another, he would not have been able to gain knowledge and experience, and he would not have been able to achieve his current strength. He finally left a blessing in the depths of Wendy's ocean of consciousness and paddled the raft back to shore.

Siegel pinched up the sand and built a castle of sand for the most brilliant jewel. In this castle, there is a feeling of passion and pleasure, the most indulgent memories that can be exchanged for a whole night of exhaustion. Although it is fake, it is at least able to make Wendy happy for the time of a dream.

When the whirlwind of "peace" in the depths of the ocean dissipates, so does the memory attached to the brilliant diamond. When Wendy tries to reminisce, it feels like an ethereal adventure, both fantasy and reality. Maybe after many years, there will be some fragments of good memories left here, but one day they will be flooded by the rising tide and turned into sand.

He finds the newest seashells on his entire beach. It was a black shell with a skull on it. This is the scare that Siegel gave to Wendy when he transformed. This was useless, and Siegel crushed it with his hands and turned it into dust. The ocean of consciousness began to make a soft sound of the waves, indicating that it was now asleep and no longer unconscious, and that the time to leave was approaching.

Finally, he crouched down, patted the beach, and left a message with his finger, "I hope you can find a beautiful diamond again." ”

Then he recited the incantation and walked out of Wendy's mind.

Back at Wendy's room, Siegel moves her to the bed and covers her. He waved his wand and made a mess of the room, leaving everything in a haphazard manner. The quilts and sheets were torn vigorously, and shards were scattered all over the ground. Then he took out the pastries and other food from the space bag and presented red wine to the glass. He carved a simple thermostatic circle on the table, and the fire element slowly released the heat so that the food and wine on the plate did not cool.

Finally, he left a note that read: "I'm sorry to leave like this, I have a mission to do." Beware of the elves, their mages are not lacking in strong ones. ”

Closing Wendy's room with a protective spell, Siegel made a beeline for the hub on the top floor. Speak the secret words, and the door to the room opens for him, and the control core of the entire mage tower is in the room.

Siegel took his wand and walked in carefully. The hub room was only ten feet in circumference, and from the ceiling in the center hung a davit inlaid with a crystal ball, on which Siegel showed a strange and ridiculous reflection. The control patterns of the magic circle converge on the crystal ball, but the real core is hidden.

There was a red crystal at the base of the crystal ball, and only those who were familiar with it could see that it was a flame soul crystal. Siegel found it to resemble a refining chamber for Naegus, drawing energy from the wraiths to make Flame Soul Crystals. At the same time, he also saw a magic circle that used the Flame Soul Crystal as the energy core, which was used to supply the consumption of the entire magic tower.

In other words, all red magic towers can be used as workshops for making energy bodies, as well as energy supply stations. If the Wraith came here to be used as raw material, Knox would be able to quickly create a large number of Fire Soul Crystals and use them to strengthen his spell abilities.

Siegel closed the door behind him, and the room went dark, but as he chanted the secret words again, the lines of the magic circle shimmered, illuminating the place again.

The crystal ball began to change, and the colorful colors kept turning as if it were alive. It seems to be able to sense Siegel's presence, always concentrating the most colors in his direction.

The mage walked over, placed his wand on the crystal ball, and made a connection to the tower. (To be continued......)