Cornelius Agripba

A generation of magic pattern masters, prophets, and alchemists.

It is known as the magic ring that can be achieved by sorcerers who can control all the forces of nature by studying the various arrangements of magic patterns and adding spells.

The great German scholar published his work on supernatural philosophy as early as 1533.

But unfortunately, at that time, he had no concept of 'pathway' at all.

It's just that it's simply based on the understanding of the magic pattern.,Forcibly nested.。

For example, when a pattern that originally meant to be cold could be completely invalidated when it comes into contact with a pattern that has a voodoo meaning.

Because of the cold, voodoo cannot be kept active.

However, Cornelius Agripba still completed the research of hundreds of magic rings with unimaginable perseverance.

Unfortunately, during his last research, the wrong arrangement of magic patterns caused a serious magic explosion.

Mr. Cornelius Agripba was killed instantly, and most of his village was destroyed.

The Federation had to shelve his extensive research, along with the book "Philosophy of the Supernatural".

At this point, his research was completely interrupted.

But.

Why did Melda know about this?

That's because Hermione found the copy of Supernatural Philosophy in the Forbidden Book Zone.

Hogwarts is not the Ministry of Magic, and some of the magic books that are banned from circulation are still reserved.

And Melda also improved the order of the magic patterns on the basis of this book, and the magic ring that the original author had in mind finally returned in Melda's hands.

"This is the Ring." Melda said, pointing to the huge magic pattern circle suspended in the air.

"This..."

Seriously, both Harry and Ron Ios were shocked beyond words after seeing this gorgeous ring.

This is beyond their comprehension.

The magic was in their little heads, and they didn't know what strange thing Melda had twisted into violently.

...

After sending away the group of young wizards, Melda finally got down to business.

Now the magic devices weren't perfect, and he needed a magic pattern that could be transmitted wirelessly.

Neither Charti nor Mr. Cornelius Agripba, who had written the Philosophy of the Supernatural, could help him in this regard.

The only one who could help him was Eden's encyclopedia.

in a chat group.

Melda: "@伊登, is the big guy there?" ”

...

Melda: "@伊登, big guy gasped!" ”

...

Melda: "@伊登, is it suffering?" ”

Eden: "Suffer, sister, still have time to play?" ”

Melda: "Just kidding! I have a small question I want to ask, is there anything similar to wireless transmission and reception in the arrangement of that magic pattern? ”

Eden: "What, the fusion worked?" ”

Melda: "It's true that the big guy guessed it and it did work." ”

Group Message: Eden uploaded a Demonic Encyclopedia.

Group message: Melda to claim.

Group message: Ryuxing to claim.

Eden: "Don't look for me lately, you're busy!" ”

Melda: "Is the big guy preparing to invade the Demon Realm?" ”

Eden: "It's already started, and I'll explain it to you in detail after a while." ”

Melda: "Okay, the big guy walks slowly, the big guy is free. ”

Ryuxing: "Big guy go slowly!" ”

Melda: "@琉星, what's going on, where is the story?" ”

Ryuxing: "On the way to Persia." ”

Melda: "Oh! The main line has begun to be pushed, so how did you and Miss September's development? ”

Ryuxing: "In general, the young lady always ignores me. ”

Melda: "Come on! Get some momentum. The resentment of the Baizhu! ”

Ryuxing: "I... I tried my best. ”

Speaking of Baizhu, Melda's heart suddenly sank.

A strange magic seemed to beckon him.

With the slow invasion of his spiritual power.

An azure planet appeared before his eyes.

Zooming in closer, clearing the clouds, a brilliant continent unfolds in front of you.

It was a world of magic.

Here, magic is more than just a mystical energy concept. It is a materialized substance that can be guided, shaped, shaped, and manipulated.

The planet has a resounding name.

Runeterra.

Far east of the Valoran continent, on a continent called Ionia. A beautiful and athletic figure is confronting an attacker.

It was a sibling attack.

Her most important partner.

...

"I trusted you, Blade Dancer!" The man choked up with blood foaming at the corners of his mouth. "You showed us the way......"

Irelia held her stance, looking down at the Brotherhood's believers. He knelt in the mud, his body pierced many times by her blade.

"We can be stronger...... Just join forces ......"

"We should seek peace." She said. "Violence alone won't change anything."

He was not a member of the Brotherhood who attacked Irelia.

Maybe it won't be the last one either...

Irelia's blade was hovering over her shoulders, fluttering gracefully as she continued to move. With just one gesture, it can kill him. It's all over.

The man spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes burning with resentment: "If you are not willing to lead Ionia, then let the Brotherhood come." ”

He weakly raised his dagger and pointed it at her. There is no way this man will survive.

"I believed you." He said it again. "We all believed it."

"Ionia should prosper! You ruined it all!! ”

She sighed: "The war is over, and we should cherish the years of peace instead of blindly starting new wars." ”

Irelia's arms danced softly like waves.

She turned to the side, and the blades came out in unison, creating an arc of death that sliced lightly and crisply through his body.

It was as if in self-defense, and it was so simple that it ended his suffering.

With a simple turn, all the blades were back to her. The blade was stained with blood, and the man's body slumped forward.

"May all souls give you rest." Irelia said.

...

On the way to the cemetery, she met many of her own followers.

Although they all regarded her as the leader, and there were far more of them than before, she didn't recognize a few familiar faces.

Over the years, every time winter passed, there were more unfamiliar faces.

The old rebels have all been replaced by new, more fanatical fighters.

They had come from faraway provinces and towns where she had never even heard of them.

Even so, she would often stop to respond to their salutes and bows, but refused to allow anyone to help her carry the corpses of the Assassins wrapped in the cloth.

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