Volume 1: Stranger in a Strange Land Chapter 59: Authority and Magic
Simon knew the magic caster who suddenly broke into the ceremony, or at least he had seen him before.
He had seen it in the images sent back by the previous reverberation technique.
Although he was wearing a set of pitch-black bone armor and holding a magic medium with a strong frost aura, he recognized at a glance that the man in front of him was the miner Qiao Zhuangcheng who had sneaked into the Silver Flow Mine and killed the Weaver Mage.
According to Vincent, this person is a magic chanter at the divine level.
The realm of gods, also known as demigods in the Bronze Age, is an existence where anyone who has entered this realm has completed the sublimation of their soul and is able to wield mythological power in the world.
But even so, facing an opponent of such a level, Simon was not at all panicked.
Because even if two people are at the same realm, the paths they take to reach that realm are fundamentally different.
Although it is unclear how the other party bypassed the laws of the stars to establish a connection with the astral world, as a magic caster, all his power comes from the knowledge he has accumulated, the spell models he has studied, and his understanding of the laws of the world.
The scale of power and the depth of rules are the concepts that Vincent likes to mention most.
But Simon, who has mastered the authority of the god of death Vera through the King-Knight transformation ceremony, is the power itself and the rule itself.
He does not need to guide magic from the astral plane, nor does he need to construct spell models in the etheric domain. The power related to death can be realized through his just one movement, one look, or one thought.
This is the power of authority, and it is also the earliest form of extraordinary power to appear in the world.
In the distant Bronze Age, all extraordinary beings were holders of power. At that time, the rulers of the continent of Vic were all powerful beings in the realm of gods who had achieved their status through mirroring through their own mythological rituals.
That era is therefore also called the Demigod Era.
It was not until the magic pioneers, the Takma Order, analyzed the primitive witchcraft rituals and established the classical magic system that the first group of magic chanters really appeared.
Another thousand years ago, the Mages Guild, under the leadership of William Kane, comprehensively simplified the complicated spell model and classified magic into dozens of major systems that could be applied to other areas, which truly made magic popular throughout the continent.
Of course, the introduction of the Star Law further simplified the process of magic power flowing from the astral world to the real world, but that is a story for another time.
But there is no doubt that when the controller of a force faces the force itself, there is no need to discuss who is stronger and who is weaker.
Simon raised his hand slightly, and a thick death miasma emerged from his cuffs, turning into the shape of poisonous snakes and clinging to every sarcophagus in the tomb, then turning into miasma again and drilling in through the cracks in the sarcophagus.
"Hand over the three offerings to the goddess, and I can give you a dignified death, but if you ..."
Simon said to William in a disembodied voice.
William shook his head silently, with a very subtle expression on his face.
"As long as you...I will..."
So these guys only know this one sentence pattern, right? How many times have they said it?
On the Withering Cold, a ball of frost quickly gathered into a crystal spear, then flew out silently and stabbed at Simon who was chattering non-stop.
The giant snake phantom behind Simon moved instantly, and its thick snake tail swung violently, hitting the middle of the ice spear.
That movement was many times faster than the ice spear, and its momentum was even more terrifying.
However, just as the snake's tail was about to touch the ice spear and break it in half, it suddenly stopped.
It was not blocked by any force, nor was it bounced away by anything.
It literally stopped.
Because time is frozen and still near the Frost Spear.
Divine Domain Level Frost Spell [Announcement]
There is no way to avoid or dodge it. Once you throw it, you can only take the hit from the Frost Spear.
Just as the essence of lightning spells is the control of spatial rifts, the essence of frost spells is the control of the solidification of invisible objects.
The highest crown of frost magic is to solidify magic power into a stable substance, because all things in the world are the product of solidified magic power when the Holy Spirit created the world.
The next highest level is to solidify "time", the first cause that appeared at the time of creation.
This is only possible by reaching the divine realm.
Of course, in the game, this spell is just an ice spear that cannot be dodged and causes true damage. And because the damage is so low, in the late game when the gods fight, it is so useless that it doesn't even look like a spell with the god domain label, it's just for the sake of numbers.
The ice spear pierced Simon's heart unhindered, and sent him flying backwards five or six meters, nailing him to a marble pillar as thick as a man's embrace.
After the attack took effect, the ice spear automatically dissipated its magic power. Simon stood up with difficulty, leaning against a pillar, and covered his chest with his right hand, which had a big hole in it, and coughed twice.
Not a drop of blood was shed.
If he was just a mortal, he would have been dead just now.
But at this moment, he had already become Vera, the god of death, and he didn't care about this minor injury at all, because this body was just a shell of him.
A broken heart, a damaged brain, even a crushed body would not cause any harm to his essence.
This is also an important difference in strength between a strong person who gains authority through ritual mirroring and a magic caster of the same level.
No matter how strong a magic caster is, their body will always be their weakness.
and……
"I took that attack just now as your answer, what a pity... Don't you know where you are right now?"
Following Simon's voice, all the sarcophagi that had been previously permeated by the death miasma began to tremble slightly.
William stood there, silently adding various buffs to himself and observing the other party's next move.
The first principle in PVE is to clearly see your opponent's moves before you attack.
Simon stood up again and opened his arms. The snake shadow gradually solidified behind him. He said solemnly:
"This is the holy tomb of the ancient Blackwater Kingdom. It is the transit station where our ancestors ended their rule on earth and went to the underworld to continue their unfinished wishes. It is the resting place of countless heroes and princes... It is a holy place engraved with countless historical memories. How dare you challenge the authority of a god of death here?"
The sarcophagi were opened one by one, and the thick breath of the dead emerged from them like thick smoke. Skeletons lifted the stone slabs and crawled out from them. Some of them were wearing gorgeous but tattered royal robes, some were wearing old but sturdy armor, and they held swords that were stained with the breath of time.
Every undead soul that was awakened was either a former king or general , or a brave hero who once left a great name in history. In the eyes of every corpse, there was a fierce soul flame burning as if it were real.
“Stand up, my servants—the First King of Black Water, General Black Light, the Wanderer, the Second Queen, the King of Silver Stream, the Rat Slayer… and my ancestor, the Sorcerer King of the Corrupted Moon! Let the memory of this person in front of us disappear completely!”
Simon ordered in a ghostly voice.
"Wait a minute , what did you just say?"
William, who originally didn't intend to talk nonsense with the other party, suddenly said:
"Your servants? And your ancestors are also included in this?"
William had a strange look on his face.
Simon did not respond to him, but waved his sleeves, and the dozen or so corpses surrounded him at the same time.
"I am so filial."
