Chapter 23: The Law of the Magic Hierarchy

Undeterred, Mauriela made eye contact with Fortes, looking directly at the killer who had killed his brother.

That's how he looked at Fortes, who was taciturn and mysterious.

On the one hand, Fords doesn't seem shy about mentioning his past self.

Those eyes that longed for the unknown succeeded in winning Fortes's approval.

"In that case, let me lead you through the perspective of the past about me."

As soon as the conversation turned, Fortes suddenly nudged Mauriella.

I couldn't feel the slightest foreign object blocking behind me, so I fell backwards, not knowing what space I fell into.

Mauriella felt nothing but lightness, as if she were floating in the air—until she hit the floor hard.

There was no sound of falling, and there was no pain of falling to the ground.

I vaguely felt as if I had arrived in another dimension, the temperature became warmer, and the faint smell of perfume wafted around.

The strange sensation caused Mauriella to open her eyes in disbelief—and the image before him was jaw-dropping.

It's a familiar scene, but it's better to say that it's a place where I once appeared.

As if intruding into a photo album full of memories, this once beautiful place, Mauriella feels several years younger in an instant.

Mauriella's eyes widened in disbelief—

Here's ......!?

Night fell, and the ground was filled with blinding firelight—

- It should be said that it was a grand sea of fire, as well as broken walls and corpses. It's hard to imagine that this was just a calm and peaceful village.

Amid the creaking sound of burning wood, there was the sound of rapid panting, and the noisy sound of metal clashing.

It was a little girl who was less than ten years old, running as fast as she had ever lived.

It was clear that the girl was running away.

Because behind her, there are two ironclad soldiers with bad intentions. Holding a long sword that was stained with an unknown amount of blood, the original silver-white armor was also dyed red.

They were chasing after the girl.

It's just a little girl, how can she outrun an adult man.

Soon, the girl fell.

The whole person fell to the ground, and on the ground full of rubble, it was the most painful way to fall.

The target stopped moving, and the two ironclads slowed down triumphantly—one of them pressed the girl's back with his cold iron boots.

The girl was in tears, and her charred face was still stained with the blood of her relatives.

The soldier grinned, stretched out his wolfish right hand, and roughly unbuttoned the girl's shirt.

The intention was very obvious - they were going to rape the girl, and it was a little girl who was not more than ten years old.

Despite the girl's resistance, the shabby cloth was quickly torn apart. The whitening and dialysis skin can be seen in the cold firelight.

Next to a steaming fire, the naked girl was covered in cold. She could only hug her chest tightly and cover the important parts with her slender hands.

It seemed that the girl's faint sobs could still be heard, but the wild laughter of the two ironclad soldiers was even louder.

At the same time, another dirty hand also reached out to the girl—

The girl instinctively curled up in a ball and buried her head in her hands.

They don't want to look at the atrocities that follow, and they don't want to suffer inhuman sexual abuse.

Helpless, how she wished someone could save her now—even though she was too scared to breathe now.

With her eyes closed, she could only cut off her vision and close herself in the darkness alone.

Just bear with it anyway.

That's right, just a little bit-

- Suddenly, the girl suddenly felt her back released. The cold iron boots seemed to be gone.

This was followed by a low-voiced scream from the two ironclad soldiers who had just been laughing wildly.

The crisp sound of metal colliding sounded in his ears, and from the clarity and size of the sound, it seemed to be happening around him.

Driven by curiosity, the girl finally opened her frightened eyes slightly.

What caught my eye was a face full of horror, looking at him at a very close distance.

It should be said that he stared at himself with a bloodless face, completely losing the look that a living person should have.

"Woo—————!"

- The girl holding her breath let out a muffled scream.

It was the ironclad soldier who stepped on himself, and he didn't even close his eyes completely, but the warm snort disappeared completely.

There is no doubt that he is dead.

And it dies very quickly.

The sudden turn of events left the girl stunned. At the same time, I felt a sense of peace of mind in my heart.

Is it because of the death of the perpetrator? Could it be that the other party's companions prevented this evil deed?

In order to find the answer in her heart, the girl was oppressed by fear, and looked suspiciously at another ironclad soldier behind her-

- However, the ironclad soldier's eyes were full of fear and incredulity, and he was looking into the unknown.

Following the ironclad soldier's line of sight, the girl unconsciously shifted her gaze in the same direction.

A mysterious figure entered the girl's line of sight—causing the girl to sigh.

It's so beautiful – and it's cold like never before.

Her long, silky black hair fluttered in the hot air, and the light fragrance of her hair blew out the smell of blood around her in the wind—it was a girl full of intellect.

The slender figure was draped in a pitch-black cloak coat, and his long hair was hanging out of his falling cap, and his whole body was pitch black, except for a part of his white cheeks.

The lonely, cold eyes were staring at the girl and the ironclad soldier, and in her hand she held a large scythe longer than the girl herself.

The head of the scythe is crooked, and the appearance alone is terrifying. On the silver-white glittering sword light, there was fresh hot red blood—

- The owner of the blood is none other than the Ironclad who has just fallen to the ground.

It seems that in silence, the life of the ironclad soldier is gently ended. No one knows how the girl in front of her did it.

The only thing that is certain is that it is not a strong person that ordinary people can deal with.

In that weak and shy appearance, it is a demon who kills people without blinking.

No - it's simply a messenger of death sent by hell. The sickle in his hand brings out the girl's cold-bloodedness.

In an instant, the air around her froze because of the girl's breath, and even breathing was blocked.

The girl calmly observed the girl and the ironclad soldier, as if she was clarifying the identity of the victim and the perpetrator in her heart.

Soon, the cold gaze was fixed on the ironclad soldier's body.

- The eyes that announce death.

As if sensing the murderous aura of the girl, the ironclad soldier endured the fear in his heart, clenched the long sword with both hands, and quickly entered the posture of preparation.

The muscles of the whole body were tense, using the elements of the whole body, and the ironclad soldier stared at the girl with all his attention.

But it was all in vain.

As a bystander—the girl could see it clearly—the ironclad had no chance of winning.

It doesn't take much combat experience, just because the girl is full of sophisticated aura, the girl has already seen the end.

And the girl's conjecture was confirmed.

The sickle, which shimmered with a strange cold light, was slowly lifted by the girl, as if preparing for a fair and just judgment.

— and then enforce the final ruling.

"Death cut."

Swing the long scythe casually in his hand, as if to cut through the air that cannot be touched—the wind of the sword is like a cold winter, and the piercing murderous aura flows through the air.

A cold flash flew past the girl's back.

The girl hadn't seen it clearly, because the movements were too fluid, or too flashy—the girl was completely dumbfounded.

At the same time, there was a crisp sound of iron armor colliding, which sounded from behind him.

For a moment, she was woken up by the sound of the clash of iron armor, and this clear collision sound told the girl the end.

So, those incredible eyes slowly looked behind him—the ironclad soldier was killed in an instant.

There was not a single wail, but it was quietly taken away in silence. It's like the first ironclad soldier.

The abdomen was cut open, and even solid armor could not escape the fate of being cut. Surprisingly, the cut marks on the armor were beyond imagination, as if they had been finely cut into a handmade product.

On the pool of fresh blood were mountains of large and small intestines and two complete severed bodies.

It's all real fear and nausea. This is the girl's mood at the moment.

Full of nausea is churning in his stomach.

At the same time, there was another cold gust of wind, which rose gently.

As if saying goodbye to the girl, the girl looked at the original girl's position along the wind-

There was a mysterious emptiness and a faint scent of hair in front of him—nothing else.

In 1511, there was a vast land on the southern side of the Atlantic Ocean called the "Stafen Plains".

Although the name is plain, the terrain is not limited to the plain -

To the east, there is a wetland rich in aquatic products; The west is rich in minerals; The countries of the South are thriving in business; There is an unknown mysterious species to the north.

All kinds of races lived in this land, and began to develop from the center of this "beautiful world" -

However, the differences between species cannot be found in this land - "war" becomes the final outcome.

From the use of ancient stone tools to the development of various magical ......, the war and hatred between the races have burned the land, and the voices of lamentation fill the condensed air—

It was a very dark time, but it was a centuries-long detour.

For the sake of interests, rights, status...... Ugly greed and strife have stained this pure land with a dark but bright red trace.

It is undeniable – these are the elements that have been essential in a long history.

-- Comfort cannot make civilization move forward, and only by losing can we cherish the existing beauty.

The so-called "civilization" is perhaps the most representative of the omnipotent "magic".

Not only a weapon, but also a technology, but also a belief. The concept of "magic" was discovered and widely used by humans before the war.

Undoubtedly the most precious talent in the world – and the most approachable gem.

The so-called "magic" - the race can refine the "elements" in the body, through fantasy and chanting as a medium, to create a variety of miracles out of thin air.

These elements are hidden in the "blood" of the body, and you can even think that the elements are blood.

Each time a spell is used, a portion of the blood is extracted, which is used as an essential element to perform the magic. On the other hand, if it is used excessively, severe symptoms of anemia will occur, and severe cases may lead to shock and even death.

Theoretically, there is at least one element in every species—the six elements of water, fire, wood, wind, light, and darkness—which is a talent that every species is born with.

For this reason, it is also known as "elemental magic".

Elemental magic is called an "approachable gem" - almost any species has a talent for magic.

And only "almost".

A handful of beings outside of common sense - there are a very small number of special identities that are unable to perform magic - "incapacitated".

However, these are still of no value in discussion and have even been forgotten.

Because the number of powerless beings is so small, all beings have long since completely excluded these beings from their own perception.

Whether it is forgetting or not looking at it, this is out-and-out discrimination - "the incompetent are the dregs of this world, not recognized".

Regardless of the value of the incapacitated, where is the level of magic on the Staphine Plains?

To put it bluntly, this is a low-hanging fruit talent, and with so many holders, the difference in strength of each species is very large, right?

The answer is – no.

According to the latest collated data, it is estimated that more than 90% of the races in the entire Staphen Plains have only one element in their bodies.

That's right, 90 percent! Under all kinds of sophisticated testing and integration, "the vast majority of species contain only one random element in their bodies" - this fact cannot be shaken.

Such restrictions are not only for humans who are born with a weak constitution, but also for dragons and gods who stand at the top of the world.

People see such restrictions as fairness between all things, as a shackle to fair play—although there are still some who don't.

What kind of power does those rare "10 percent" have?

That's right, just having two elements at the same time is scary enough, let alone a master with more than two elements?

Although only a few, these more powerful beings undoubtedly pose a great threat to this world.

This obviously breaks the level of interspecies -

But in the hearts of all things, such doubts have existed for less than ten years.

I don't know if it came from the intention of the creator, or if it was a special mutation that flew out of the sky - I don't know what great day it was, humanity inadvertently unearthed a "new discovery" in the magical world.

Yes, that new discovery is a much larger form of "supermaterial magic".

The so-called "supermaterial magic" is simply a "ability", and its miracles are not limited to natural elements, but more to show specific talents.

"Flying magic" that can soar through the sky without wings, "Sticky silk magic" that produces silk without spiders, and "Iron Armor" that can transform one's own body parts into weapons at will...... Wait.

There are countless such "abilities", and even after hundreds of years, many new supermaterial magic has been born in the world.

The restriction is the same as elemental magic, and each species "theoretically" has only one supermatter magic in their body. Extramaterial magic can coexist with elemental magic in the same body. In other words, people who are able to perform supermaterial magic are usually able to use the elements, even both.

So far, people's perception of magic has stayed in the two major fields of "supermaterial magic" and "elemental magic".

In 1675, the war was not over, but magic had long since been fully integrated into human life.

In order to make further planning and organization of this vast field, the "Magic Division" was established.

The founding spirit of the Department of Magicians was to establish the most just and clear iron rules for the control and hierarchy of magic, and to formulate more appropriate laws for the use of magic.

The five pillars that underpin this whole big law are "security", "education", "rank", "status" and "industry".

Each pillar is bound into a book, each of which is a thousand pages and is known as the "Five Dharma Books Supporting Civilization". Each page is densely texted to be read. The five pillars of philosophy are interlocking and mutually supportive, and they are indispensable.

Among them, the most well-known of the five law books is "rank".

The title of the book that contains "hierarchy" is "The Magic Class Law"—and although it is hard to understand, it can summarize most of its meaning in a few simple words. Whether it is "elemental magic" or "supermatter magic", they are all divided into ten levels.

From weak to strong, they are "low", "medium", "high", "phantom", "super-illusory", "spiritual", "super-spiritual", "demonic", "dragon" and "god".

With the most powerful human magister to date as the ceiling of ability, the maximum difficulty that humans can cast the "Illusion Level" is unknown.

With the continuous revision and addition of laws and regulations, the provisions and cognition of magic have gradually become common in human life, and the perception of magic is no longer limited to "weapons used in war".

Even so, the brutal truth does not change with the change of perception -

The fighting continued to burn, and the mournful spirits of the dead wailed day by day, and nothing improved.

Or rather, the magic born because of the war has in turn burned the flames of war more vigorously-

- But if this misfortune will continue to circulate in the world, I am afraid it is not.

The year 1762 was a memorable year.

As the most powerful kingdom on the Stafen Plains, "Eink" ended the long war and successfully unified the pure land that had been eaten away by filthy flesh and blood.

However, until all the flames of war are extinguished, the kingdom of Aynk does not exist.

This credit is only the result of the joint efforts of ten unsung heroes.

This is the story of a man who led nine talented people to end everything by various means.

Legend has it that man possessed the power to defeat the gods, possessed a unique and seductive temperament, and was a cunning strategist, a rare all-round powerhouse among human beings.