Volume 4: The End of the World Chapter 22: Zero Entropy
"But then again... although it can be seen that it is newly made, the style of this rune is really simple and ancient. The design idea of not using the astral circuit to introduce astral magic at all, is it a style that would be popular more than a thousand years ago? If it were today, it would be a serious heresy, and the top leaders of the Star Council would specially form a crusade team to deal with it."
After pulling the demon-sealing rune out from Nezemar's frozen fingers, Flora looked at the thin silver piece carefully for a while and said with some emotion.
Then, her ghostly gaze turned to Nezemar and continued:
"So, has the current Blackwater Province government received help from a hidden family that inherited classical magic? Or have you discovered the remains of a former wizard tower? Being able to bypass the laws of the stars to train your own magic casters, and cooperating with the Great Secret Ritual of the Tide of the Corrupted Moon inherited by the former Duke of Thorns, this can be considered as some capital to negotiate with the Empire... But seriously, you don't think that you can raise the flag of rebellion against the current Empire with just these, right?"
Nezemal, who was fixed in place by the frost spell, did not reply. At this moment, she was trying hard to think about how she should guide the other party to actively activate the magic-sealing rune.
Under the pressure of a wizard from the divine realm, only by doing this can he have hope of escaping.
Seeing that the other party did not reply, Flora was not angry. She continued to ask in the same tone:
"If you don't want to talk about it, forget it. After all, everyone has to pay for their own stupidity. I have to respect my neighbor's right to be stupid... But you still have to explain why you came to Holy Tree City, right?"
As Flora spoke, she played with the demon-sealing rune in her hand, making it look like she was quickly spinning a coin.
Nezemare tried her best not to let her eyes fall on the magic-sealing rune. She forced a smile on her face and said:
"Would you like to take a guess yourself?"
The slightly provocative words immediately stopped the other party's actions. Flora held the magic-sealing rune in her palm, then leaned forward slightly and said:
"I have two guesses, one of which will make you look stupid, and the other will make you look cruel. Either you came here as a representative of the pseudo-government of Blackwater Province, and want to renegotiate a trade agreement with Ravenwood so that your citizens can safely survive the cold winter of this famine-stricken year..."
The land of Blackwater Province was deeply poisoned by the magic of the dead. Every year, there was a 20% food shortage and it had to rely on imports from other regions. Ravenwood was its largest trading partner. However, after the incident of the Corrupted Moon Undead Tide, the Empire implemented a comprehensive trade blockade on Blackwater Province. And the Holy Tree City completely followed the orders of the Platinum Palace, and completely banned trade with Blackwater Province from the official to the private sector.
Nazemare blinked and said:
"What about the cruel conjecture?"
From the other side’s perspective, it is indeed a foolish choice to expect to restore the previous trade agreement through negotiations without having more bargaining chips, but…
"No, no, no, you misunderstood. Before deciding to rebel against the rule of the Empire, you did not even consider the impact of the disaster calendar. Abandoning your own people in the year of famine and letting them starve to death is a cruel act. What makes you look stupid is my other guess... I heard that you have reached a cooperation agreement with the government of Ava. Although I don't think you would be so stupid, you don't want the entire Jade Province to board the warships to resist the Empire?"
After the other party finished speaking, Nezemar heard her laugh for the first time.
In the laughter that mocked their overestimation of their own abilities, there was even a hint of inexplicable anger.
Since he made the other party laugh and get angry, then his previous provocation also triggered his emotional fluctuations.
Nezemar breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Those who can rely on themselves to cultivate spells to the divine realm naturally have a great control over their emotions that surpass that of ordinary people. After all, when driving the surging magic power in their own etheric domain to construct spells, if they are affected by violent emotional fluctuations, the consequences will be disastrous.
After all, modern magic is not like classical magic that taps into its own resonance with mythology. The modern magic system is a sophisticated rather than emotional product. Intense emotions not only fail to enhance the effects of spells, but can lead to fatal deviations in the technique.
In many magic battles where the weak defeat the strong, the enemy's mental defenses are directly broken at the critical moment when the opponent is preparing a large-scale magic, causing the opponent's magic power to short-circuit and blow his head off. Therefore, controlling one's emotions is often the first lesson that magic casters need to learn.
What you need to do is to use your own arrogance to trigger the other person's arrogance and make her behave emotionally.
A biting chill spread throughout the room along with the other person's laughter. The fruit tea, which was still slightly hot before, cooled down instantly, and snowflake-shaped ice crystals began to condense in the teacup.
Under this overwhelming momentum, Nazemare still maintained his previous smile and said:
"Yes, I came here for the reason you mentioned as 'stupid'."
Upon hearing this, Flora immediately stood up, and the ice crystal chair instantly turned into pure magic and dissipated. She swayed in front of Nezemal like a gust of wind, and lifted the other's chin with her pale and cold hand.
Her face was very close, allowing Nezemar to vaguely see her face beneath the black veil.
Eyes emitting an icy blue glow, skin that was too fair for a forest elf, dark blue lips, and a stiff and cold expression.
"Resisting the rule of the empire? On what basis? What qualifications do you have, what do you rely on, what foundation do you have? A regime that can't even feed its own people, what can you use to negotiate cooperation with me?"
She spoke softly, as if whispering, and although her tone was still emotionless, Nezemar could clearly feel that she was not as calm as when she came in earlier.
Then, it's time...
Nezemal turned his gaze to the demon-sealing rune in the other's hand.
"Is this what you are counting on? Some magical heritage from the past, or some forces that have survived the empire's pursuit until now, those remnants from the past? Honestly, who has fooled you into being so naive?"
Seeing Nezemal's gaze, the other party sneered.
But for some reason, Nazemal seemed to be able to sense a hint of helplessness in the other party's words.
Then, as Nezemar had expected, the other party held the magic-sealing rune in front of him and said in a mocking tone:
"Then take a good look at how fragile and insignificant the things you rely on are."
After saying that, she crushed the silver piece in her hand.
Flashing electric lights flickered around her, and as the magic power stored in them turned into lightning snakes, the concept of the surrounding space began to gradually become blurred.
But at the same time, the entire room began to tremble slightly. Just like a swaying mirror, everything in the room began to distort with the tremor. The space reinforced by Floralo resisted the space cracks torn by the [Teleport] magic. Every time a space crack appeared, more magic would ripple to smooth it out.
"Look, what you rely on..."
Flora said with a sneer, but before she could finish her words, she discovered that although she had previously restored the space rift into lightning magic, those magic powers would not dissipate normally, but continued to re-form new space rifts according to the previously planned spell.
It's like it has its own life.
But how could it be possible...
Startled, Flora immediately increased her efforts, trying to fill all the space cracks at the same time.
But the result was still the same, and because of the magic power, a space , and he was almost teleported out before he could stabilize the space structure.
How is it possible? It’s only a sixth-level teleportation spell, and it’s not even cast by the other party himself, but I can’t do anything about it?
Although she had lost this ability long ago, Flora still had the illusion of sweat on her forehead.
As the magic power in the etheric domain was consumed, the speed at which he could smooth out those space cracks began to fall behind the speed at which they were generated.
If this continues, I will be teleported directly to an unknown place... most likely to the side of the creator of the Demon-Sealing Rune.
No more…
For the first time in more than a decade, she felt the emotion called "fear" again in her chest, and at this moment, she no longer cared about her dignity.
I am only at the legendary level in lightning spells, and it is obvious that the opponent is definitely a magic caster who has reached the divine level. It is indeed a bit arrogant of me to confront him in the field of his expertise.
【Zero Entropy】…
Shaking the magic medium in his hand, he chanted the divine magic that could be regarded as the crown of frost magic - the forbidden spell that could freeze even time.
In an instant, with himself as the core, the entire reception room seemed to be solidified , everything was still. Even the spatial cracks that had previously entangled around him like a maggot attached to his bones, like the cracks in this piece of amber, also stopped.
After the spell was finished, Flora quickly moved herself out of the broken space. At that time, what was teleported was just a ball of air.
After doing all this, she sighed deeply .
I didn't expect that I would have to use my most powerful spell to barely avoid a small [Teleport] magic.
Who exactly does this traitor from the Eighth Order rely on...
Thinking of this, Flora looked at the woman from before.
Hmm…
Flora didn't know if she was dazzled. When she turned her gaze to the other party, she seemed to see the holy emblem of the Holy Spirit on the other party's chest flash.
But at the moment, I am still in a state of [zero entropy] and time is still still.
There can be no "flash of light".
Just as Flora was wondering if she had seen it wrong, a dark space door suddenly opened on the holy emblem of the eighth holy spirit. Then a large hand wrapped in old bandages stretched out from it, grabbed her, and pulled her into the space door.
She didn't even have time to scream before she passed through a space as colorful as a kaleidoscope and was thrown into an empty place.
"I said I couldn't find you after searching the entire palace. It turns out you've already started chatting with my fellow travelers."
A slightly hoarse voice echoed not far away.
"I'm sorry that the way I pulled you here was a bit rough. To show my sincerity, you should sit on the throne first. At the very least, I acknowledge that you are still the ruler of Ravenwood for now."
It was not until then that Flora found herself in the main hall of the White Bone House, in front of the withered throne.
In front of him, there was a man with gray hair and silver eyes looking down at him.
