In the early morning of May 1, when the morning star shines.

In the faint morning light, half of the people of the continent saw a fiery meteor emitting a bewitching purple light streaked across the sky, and the chaotic times of endless war began.

Later, it became known as the "Devil's Fireworks" and was seen as an important turning point in an era of interlacing.

But have you ever considered Allegri's feelings as he was shot into the sky like fireworks?

Allegri woke up in a creaking wooden frame car.

Even through the heavy tarpaulin, you can still feel the scorching heat of the sun.

He squirmed and let out a painful moan of involuntarily, his muscles ripping with pain.

And in the sea of souls, except for the five lonely solidified magic circuits, the magic power has long since dried up, and it seems to be barren.

Overdrawn mana, burning lives, and making an emergency landing, he was now considered deadly.

"Are you awake?" a hoarse and bold voice sounded beside him, with a peculiar accent, "Is it okay?"

"It's okay...... Thank you......" Allegri tilted his head with great effort, and a bald old man with a sturdy face was taking off his hat and shaking the sand inside.

Looking behind him, the endless grains of sand reflected the brilliant sunlight made people dizzy.

The wind and sand in front of him were lightly rolling, and there was a faint sound of camel bells in his ears, this should be a caravan in the desert.

"Rest well, and I'll camp and come back to you later. The old man threw him a water bag and covered it with a tarp that blocked the sun, leaving Allegri alone.

"What the hell is this," Allegri muttered to himself, "can't the teacher be reliable?"

"If I were you, I wouldn't make irresponsible remarks about the teacher who just saved you. Herseus's old voice sounded abruptly, startling Allegri.

"Fear that you will drown in the lake, fear that you will fall to your death in the mountains, and that your respectable teacher has racked his brains to choose such a good landing place, will you not be grateful?" continued Herseus.

"But a desert like a desert ......," Allegri argued weakly.

"Haven't you been saved by a caravan? Herseus was triumphant.

"Actually, teacher, I can't thank you for not throwing me directly from the sky. Allegri couldn't speak.

"Actually, I was aiming at a small oasis," Herseus was also a little embarrassed, "but unfortunately, I went astray." ”

Allegri couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"By the way, teacher," Allegri suddenly remembered something, "why are you so unscrupulous now, and you are not afraid of the 'Holy White Tower'?"

"I don't know what happened to the Dao, the power of the 'Holy White Tower' has been used up," Herseus's tone was full of schadenfreude, "It's even worse than a thousand years ago, and I'm still afraid of a bird?"

"I guess it was used to open the lightcast portal...... Allegri told Herseus in detail about what had happened that day.

Herseus kept asking some questions, and only smiled at the end, "The Church of Light wants to finish its work and go all out to directly take down the Snowton Empire." ”

"Shouldn't it be a success?" Allegri asked.

"According to your description, it should not be considered a success," Herseus mused, "but the Church of Light is not a failure either......"

"What do you mean?"

"They eventually succeeded in splitting the Snowton Empire, and although the Church of Light paid a huge price, there is no strength on the continent that can compete with its expansion. Herseus sighed.

Allegri also fell silent, a person's strength can sometimes not change much after all.

Let's hope they're all safe.

"Now, then, is it time to talk about your own problems, my student who worries about the country and the people?" Herseus's words interrupted his troubled thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Your current situation is a problem for me. Herseus said helplessly.

"What am I in now?" Allegri still looked dumbfounded.

To be honest, he really didn't know much about the situation of his body now, he only felt that his muscles were tearing and painful, and his magic power was depleted, but his soul was not greatly damaged.

All in all, it feels very bad and I don't know anything else.

"When will you grow a snack," Herseus snorted, "and while the power of the final fire has not completely dissipated, I have made a small adjustment to your body—"

"What adjustments?" Allegri was startled, subconsciously checking his body, "It won't affect that aspect of ability, right?"

"Anyway, that little pain in your body will soon heal, and I'm not going to be able to let go of a feather fall," Herseus said, "and the trouble is the final fire—"

"As the ultimate power of fire mana, it overdraws all your potential for it to burn," Herseus explained in a deep voice, "Remember that subtle metaphor you said?"

"You've likened magic to ink in a pen holder, and chanting spells to drawing lines with a fountain pen, and I've always found it very subtle. When the 'ink' of mana is used up, you can't use any spells. ”

"But I can regain my magic through meditation. Allegri wondered.

"Do you understand the true relationship between psychic power and magic power?"

"Magic is supposed to be a manifestation of mental power, right?" replied Allegri tentatively.

"Very narrow expression," at this time, Herseus, like a real legendary magician, expressed the most profound principles of magic in a simple way, "Spiritual power is possessed by everyone, and it is a precious and huge resource for human beings, which can almost be said to be inexhaustible." Even I, who once reached the pinnacle of a legendary magician, didn't develop all my spiritual power to use it. ”

"Many hunters or warriors have a keen intuition, and some people who aren't mages can use certain abilities, and that's how they use psychic power. But the difference between these superficial uses and our magic is as great as the difference between a naughty child's graffiti and a painter's splash of ink. ”

"Is there really a big difference...... Allegri whispered.

"In other words, they use their spiritual power as little as instinct, like wild beasts, and we are the real controllers and manipulators of it, the graceful dancers of spiritual power. Herseus said with pride.

"Teacher, so the conclusion?" As in the usual lessons, Allegri walked a little away, and when he came back, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of Herseus, so he could only throw this tried-and-true question.

"So, the spiritual power you have developed has been almost consumed, and if I hadn't intervened in time, I wouldn't even have the bones left. Herseus hated iron but not steel.

"Does this have anything to do with magic?" Allegri wondered.

"Magic is the demonized spiritual power, the bridge and bond between the mage and magic," Herseus roared, "You have even used up your mental power, what can you use to transform it into magic, idiot?"

Allegri scratched his head, a little nervous.

"What then?"

"Someone is coming, don't talk to me, let me think about it......" Herseus slowed his tone, and the virtual figure slowly dissipated.

"Come down, little brother, we are going to camp in this little oasis. It was the old man's familiar voice.

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