Volume 4: The End of the World Chapter 71: Chanting and Falling
The moon was like a hole in the night sky, and the being surrounded by ominous black smoke seemed to have passed through the hole and descended into the world.
She was high in the sky, with an expression on her face like an arrogant superior, looking down at the two uninvited guests on the earth, serious and silent.
The wild instincts of the beast spirits emitted a feeling of fear, signaling Ebony to leave here quickly.
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The primitive emotion that emerged from the depths of his soul made Ebony subconsciously want to shout out something, but what came out of his open mouth was still only emptiness.
It is as empty as the space between stars in the night sky.
At the same time, Flora, who was standing in front of him, had already raised the gorgeously shaped magic medium in her hand.
Just like a swordsman raising his sword, she directed the magic medium straight at the strange lone figure floating in the sky under the moonlight.
Then, she froze in shock.
The magic medium held high did not light up, the complicated ritual did not appear, and even the magic power could not flow.
Because in this silence, she couldn't chant any spells.
But...why is this happening?
Seeing that her magic was like a raindrop falling into the sea, without causing a single ripple, Flora stared at the mysterious being floating in the air with wide eyes, her face full of disbelief.
Even if there is widespread silence here, Flora, with her willpower as a magician from the divine realm, should be able to completely bypass the restrictions of verbal silence and successfully cast spells.
Magic power, rituals, and chants - these are the three main elements that make any modern magic effective.
All three are essential if you want to cast even the simplest spell.
Needless to say, as for magic and techniques, if one wants to overwrite reality with one's own thoughts and exercise the power of creation in miniature, one must have sufficient creative quality and sufficiently precise drawings.
Chanting, which seems to be the most unnecessary step, is the greatest test of a mage's will.
Flora's adoptive parents once taught her that chanting does not need to follow rigid rules, and there is no special logic - almost all the logical parts of the spell have been encapsulated in the stage of spell construction.
The concept of chanting
And now its real function is to stimulate the passion and emotions of the caster through self-suggestion of language, making him/her believe that his/her will can override the framework of the present world.
Because of this, the content of the chant is never important. In addition to the keywords required as the trigger of the spell, the spell can actually be added, deleted or modified at will according to the personal preferences of different wizards.
Poems, prayers, arias, historical documents, and even speeches by historical figures can be successful as long as they can awaken one's own ardent emotions in the chanting and thus demonstrate the powerful intention of self-casting.
Naturally, when a wizard's willpower reaches a certain level, he can complete the "chanting" part even without passionate words, but only through symbolic gestures, or even just emotional eyes or expressions.
And Floro is a powerful magic caster who has fully reached this level.
She had already entered the divine realm, and even in the realm of absolute silence where no sound could be made, the strength of her spellcasting would at most only be slightly reduced.
But no matter what, it is absolutely impossible for her to be unable to cast a complete spell as it is now.
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Feeling the emotions of helplessness and fear for the first time in a long time, Flora took a deep breath and once again pointed the magic medium in her hand at the strange existence in the sky.
Resonating with countless souls, guiding and controlling extremely huge magic power, constructing complex magic formulas in the etheric domain... After everything was ready, she once again tried to complete the final "chant" with her will, allowing the spell to be released according to her will...
Silence.
The ritual faded, the magic dissipated... Once again, the spell failed to create even a single splash.
But this time, Flora discovered where the problem lay.
Not only were all the sounds in the real environment around her quieted, she discovered that even the sounds of her own heart had been completely silenced...
When she was thinking, she couldn't even hear the sound of her own heart, but could only feel a chaos of countless emotions intertwined... a feeling like dye.
The thinking of the mortal races in this world is based on language, and the greatest feature of language is its convergence - as long as the thinking is not transformed into language, the thinking will be subject to the will and allowed to be manipulated and changed by the will. But once the thinking is transformed into a real language, the will will instantly become a slave to the language.
This is also the ultimate principle that enables "chanting" to be established - the language of declaration can converge the infinitely chaotic thoughts of mortals into a single intention of action.
However, in this space where even the voice of the heart is completely silenced , her intentions cannot be expressed, and therefore, magic chants are also completely ineffective.
After realizing this, despair crawled up her heart like a maggot and began to gnaw at it.
No matter who that mouthless woman is, she is definitely a killer of magic casters.
As long as the person is a magic caster, there is absolutely no possibility of defeating the opponent.
So the next thing to think about is, does the other party have any ill intentions towards them?
The answer to this question came quickly - perhaps because he had admired Flora's embarrassing look like a tiger with all its claws and fangs plucked out enough, he slowly raised his left hand and lazily pointed it at the Duke of the Holy Tree who was waving the spell in vain.
A dark smoke peeled off from the woman's body, and then silently condensed into an arrow. The sharp jagged arrowhead reflected the sickly moonlight, and then pierced Flora's throat almost instantly.
“——”
If it wasn't in this silent space, this blow would probably have made a clanging sound like metal colliding.
Ebony grabbed Flora's shoulders and pulled her behind him. His arms were covered with triangular scales. The black arrows were either bounced off by the scales, splashing out sparks, or penetrated the gaps in the fragile scales, splattering blood.
In this quiet moment of killing, the eyes of the two people intersected with each other. In that instant, the two people completed all the communication through the intersecting eyes.
In the blink of an eye, Ebony replaced Flora and faced the silent threat. The wild and ferocious aura began to linger around Ebony like a flame, and the amber-eyed boy stared at the other party's next move.
Tattoos containing the power of wild beast spirits continued to emerge from all over Ebony's body, including deer antlers, lion heads, snake scales, eagle feathers, wolf claws, crocodile tails...
The power of the beast spirits does not rely on logic or language. It is based only on the wildness and instinct from the depths of the soul, and therefore will not be ineffective due to silence.
On the other side, Flora, who was dragged to the back, stood up somewhat awkwardly. She leaned on the magic medium in her hand and also stared closely at the opponent's next move.
The series of actions by Ebony seemed to have surprised the mouthless woman floating in the air. She glanced back and forth between the two people in front of her for a while, and then landed on the ground lightly like a fallen leaf.
The thick black smoke was like a charcoal pencil, leaving a clear trail in the sky as she fell. Then, as she spread her hands in a gesture of welcome, it tore into two behind her.
Two streams of black smoke extended behind her like two slender wings, and then began to condense into feather-like blades.
Under normal circumstances, Flora would have at least nine ways to defend against the blades that were about to be shot out.
She thought angrily as she tried to chant magic again but failed.
It was also at this time that Ebony turned his head slightly and glanced back at her.
Flora immediately understood what the other party meant.
In fact, his meaning had been made very clear the moment the other party saved him.
I'll hold her back, you go first.
Flora gritted her teeth slightly, gave the other party a hunting salute with her fist on her chest, then turned and ran.
Although she was not sure how long the other party could use those beast spirits to deal with the other party, she was very clear about the reality that as a magic caster, she could only be a drag.
Therefore, without much hesitation or entanglement, she immediately ran away.
There was no sound, no shining light, only the air current blowing behind him showed the intensity of the battle.
This way at least one of the two people can escape... If the other party's silence must rely on the collapsed Star Lighthouse, then she just needs to run to a place where she can cast a spell, and then send a safety signal to Ebony, maybe both of them can survive.
It was also at this time that, without any warning, a strong airflow blew over from the sky.
Flora subconsciously stopped herself - this was a decision that saved her life.
The moment she stopped, something broke through the air and fell in an oblique line like a falling meteor.
Perhaps the "thing" was flying too fast before, and after falling, it did not stop immediately. Instead, it dragged along and plowed a gully with fire on the ground, breaking several trees as thick as bowls along the way, and finally stopped after cracking a piece of solid rock.
And all this happened in silence, which made the absurdity of the whole thing even more apparent.
The hot air from the ravine hit Flora's face. If she had taken one more step forward, she would have been completely unprotected and run straight into that "thing" that was comparable to the [Meteor Technique].
Flora, who escaped the disaster, stood there in a daze. It was not because she was scared, but because she had no sense of reality at all.
Maybe it was because there were no sound effects, but she also felt that it was because the incident was too outrageous.
What exactly was that “thing” that just fell over there?
Turning her head to look at the rocks where the smoke had not yet dissipated, Flora suddenly had a very absurd idea.
In the instant it passed before her eyes, she seemed to catch a glimpse that the "thing" was a human figure.
Could it be that the person falling was a person?
When he was using magic to fly at high speed, he happened to reach this silent area, causing the flying magic to go out of control and he fell to his death?
