I will be crowned king

The skin is as white as gauze and colorless glass, so white that it is almost transparent, and the lines of blood vessels can even be seen with the naked eye; the long, snow-white hair is slightly curled, draped over the narrow shoulders, covering her face. The inconspicuous forehead was covered, but a pair of crystal clear blood rubies under the curved eyelashes, the tip of a fleshy little nose, and a pale and colorless lower lip were revealed.

She was leaning against the backrest, her plain dress wrapped around her petite body than Thalia, and she was sitting on the sofa with her little feet hanging in the air; her empty expression was like a doll with its strings cut off.

This...is Nolula?

Anson desperately controlled his emotions to prevent his hands from involuntarily reaching for the handle of the gun behind his waist; the corner of his eye kept passing through various corners of the room. In just a few seconds, he had already thought of no less than six complete There are no repeated escape routes.

After a normal spellcaster becomes a "blasphemy mage", their body will undergo a more complete mutation than the initial stage, which is the beginning of evolution; this mutation will make them feel the "malice of the world" and they must suppress their own power. In order to not be affected by the surrounding environment.

For example, Thalia's usual state is the result of suppressing power. Her "dear mentor" Mace Honnard gained the ability to interfere with reality through emotions after the restrictions were lifted. As a result, Anson used her in turn and died. In the hands of a mere third-level spellcaster.

And the Noulula in front of her... Even though she had lifted her "invisibility" and opened her spellcasting range, she still couldn't feel even a trace of magic from the girl; not to mention the spellcaster, he couldn't even confirm whether she was still alive.

Is this the characteristic of mastering the three major magics? The combination of mutated flesh and powerful spiritual power finally allowed him to transcend life and death by distorting reality?

"Dear Anson, don't be so nervous."

Taking a sip of coffee, Thalia, who saw Anson's thoughts, said with relief: "Her power has been completely 'drained' by three puppets she made, and there is nothing left."

"The 'Noulula' in front of you is just an empty shell. Thalia must regularly transfuse her with a little bit of her own blood in order to barely maintain some life."

So that’s it, no wonder he can’t feel her breath... Ansen was stunned:

"In that case, what use is she?"

"key."

Thalia smiled and said: "Her body... is the key to helping us find the exact location of the 'Land of Rest' and uncovering how to master the three major magics at the same time and achieve immortality!"

She slowly put down the cup in her hand, a strange brilliance blooming in her soft expression, like a traveler wandering in the desert who discovered the shadow of an oasis.

Anson said nothing and sat upright calmly.

He knew from the beginning that Talia...or that the Rune family would support his "new world development plan" was not just to avoid the surveillance of the Church of Order, but also for other purposes.

Although similar to the Church of Order, the spellcasters also have families and organizations such as the "Old God Sect", and even have a "big plan" to take back the world; but in essence, this is a very selfish group.

This kind of selfishness is not reflected in "desire for control" or "stinginess", just like even if Mentor Mace Hornard knew that he was not loyal to him, he did not point it out directly at the last moment. He really didn't care about it.

Spellcasters care about nothing but their "target".

Relatives, friends, family, wealth, power... all of these are just tools to serve the ultimate goal, and that's really all.

For the Luen family, that is, "Luen" himself, what he pursues is immortality; all his actions are to serve this point, including compromising with the church and supporting the pie he drew for him.

Although he is also a spell caster, to be honest, the "Dark Ages" ruled by the Old Gods fell to the banners and spears of the Seven Knights and the scriptures of the Church of Order. It cannot be considered a bad thing - Feudal Lord No matter how dark the rule of the priests is, it is still better than a group of selfish slave owners who don't care about the life and death of their slaves.

However, at the moment, he and the "slave master" are still close partners, and they even rely to a large extent on the various manpower and material resources provided by the other party to maintain control of the colony and influence in the old and new continents; naturally, he can't say anything, let alone You might even be able to profit from it.

Make money, not shabby.

"Because she is worried that excessive research may completely end Nolula's life, so far, Talia has only conducted some simple research; even so, the results obtained have been beyond imagination."

The girl's lips revealed a trace of joy: "In order to master the three major magics at the same time, Nolula used a very special method to achieve a delicate balance between the power of the three major magics in her body."

"To describe it in the simplest way, she associates each 'magic' with an emotion; she usually remains asleep, and after waking up, her emotion will determine which magic power will be restored."

"mood?"

Thoughts flashed in his mind, and Anson immediately thought of a familiar group - or race: "Iser Elves?"

"That's right." Thalia's eyes revealed some admiration:

"All elves theoretically belong to the blood of the true god, especially the most 'orthodox' Yser elves; the spellcasters of the Land of Rest most likely took advantage of the characteristics of the elves and found a way to master two or more magics at the same time. .”

"But there are certain differences. The characteristic of the Ysel elves is that they are born with a certain magical power based on the purity of their bloodline. They just need to awaken it through extreme emotions; while Nolula treats emotions as The magic 'storage room', where one's own power is sealed."

"Naturally, this method involves great risks: first of all, in order to avoid losing control, she must sleep in most cases, which is the best way to maintain balance; secondly, every use of power is no less than a test of life and death, any The 'overflow' of an emotion will destroy the balance."

In other words, every time she uses her power, she is essentially trying to vent certain emotions to restore the balance between the three major magics, and it must even be no more, no less...

"However, this attempt failed in the end. 'Nolula', who had been sleeping for a long time, longed to wake up and experience various emotions. The binding of magic and emotions caused her desires to change and she could easily lose control." The girl shook her head. Shaking his head:

"So she created three puppets, each responsible for a magic, and was given an emotion...fear, reason, and impulse; having lost her emotions, she turned herself into a pure vessel of power, and was controlled by the puppets. Prisoners of control.”

This is the price to pay for mastering three kinds of magic at the same time. It is extremely easy to lose control... Ansen muttered to himself in his heart.

He remembered the "Lord of the Abyss" he encountered when he first crossed the turbulent sea. The other party also mastered blood magic and black magic; Surface.

There is also the "Shadow Demon" that is widely spread among miners in the New World. All shadows are his tentacles. In other words, they can only live in the shadows.

Does this prove that the spellcasters of the "Land of Rest" basically master two or even more than two kinds of magic at the same time, and the price they have to pay and the suppression they endure are much higher than those of the old continent's spellcasters who only master one kind of magic. By?

While he was still thinking wildly, the girl who put down the coffee cup suddenly raised her right hand and tapped "Noulula" on her thin lips.

As if a switch had been activated, Nolula, with empty eyes, slowly sat upright; except for her still expressionless face, it seemed as if it was full of life again.

"Plop, puff, puff..."

A weak heartbeat came from her chest. Through the translucent skin and the rugged ribs underneath, Anson could even vaguely see the struggling heart.

But what really caught his eye was not the heart itself, but the faint golden-red fire inside it, as if it had just been burned by a soldering iron.

The complex patterns seemed to have some kind of special magic power. Just a casual gaze made Ansen feel like his consciousness was being swallowed up and melted, pulling and tearing apart the connection between himself and reality.

The ethereal whispers echoed in his ears, as if they were tempting and seducing him. His inner consciousness gradually began to become chaotic, he began to become restless, and he became unable to remain rational.

Soon, he found the source of this restlessness - blood. His blood was flowing faster, and the temperature was also rising, ever rising!

His consciousness seemed to be sinking into a swamp, becoming more and more chaotic; the whispers in his ears began to become clearer, and the seductive voice gradually turned into a heart-rending scream, as if thousands of undead were in hell. There was a wailing sound, and it was like the sound of an overflowing pustule being squeezed, torn open, or poked out.

And in this chaos, familiar flashbacks began to appear in my mind... It was an extremely huge mountain covered with ice and snow, with countless ashes floating in the cold wind.

The deafening roar blew away the deep snow, revealing the six-pointed star carved on the rock; there were still dark red traces of blood that had long solidified and frozen in the deep carving.

boom--

There was a loud explosion in his chaotic consciousness, and Anson opened his eyes suddenly. The first thing that caught his sight was his hands that seemed to be frozen, and his whole body was completely numb, without any feeling.

In the warm living room, the fireplace not far away was still making the sound of firewood being burned, but he was astonished as if he had fallen into an ice cave; except for his relatively clear consciousness, he could not feel that he was still alive at all.

It took a full quarter of an hour before the body gradually began to feel... The hot blood flowed rapidly through the limbs and bones, regaining the temperature that had been lost.

"Plop, puff, puff..."

The heart in Nolula's chest was still beating weakly, but the "rubbing" on it no longer had the flickering firelight; it was like a candle after exploding a lantern, returning to silence.

Thalia slowly withdrew her right hand that was pressing her lower lip, letting Nolula lie on the sofa again as before, picked up the still warm coffee and handed it to Anson.

"Thank you."

Anson, whose cheeks were still slightly stiff, forced a smile, held the hot coffee cup in both hands and took a long sip.

The mellow and thick liquid has a hint of sweetness, leaving a faint fragrance on the lips and teeth, pouring down the throat into the internal organs, injecting new vitality into the body.

Thalia remained silent throughout; after seeing the bottom of the cup, she refilled the cup and took two more cushions from the sofa next to her, so that Anson could relax and be as comfortable as possible.

After another five or six minutes of this, Ansen finally slowly turned his gaze from Nolula's chest to the girl aside:

"That is the real resting place...the tomb of the Three True Gods?"

"Yes."

Thalia nodded, but her faint smile revealed incomparable earnestness and solemnity: "Unlike many spellcasters who know something about the new world, the tombs of the Three True Gods are not in a specific location, but in another place. A 'level'."

"Of course, if you want to go to the real resting land, you still need to come to the New World. This is why the Old Gods in this land are so resistant to us; but to truly set foot in that realm, you need to find it. Gravekeeper.”

"Only the gravekeeper holds the key to the door." Thalia glanced at the "doll" beside her:

"It's a pity, but Nolula is not one of them; even so, his presence is still the key to helping us reach the land of rest."

Anson raised his eyebrows: "Since he is not the tombkeeper, what help can he have in going to the land of rest?"

"For this, Thalia already has a very perfect plan; but unfortunately, due to certain reasons, she cannot say it out yet." The corner of the girl's mouth turned up in a meaningful arc:

"Of course, Thalia will still say it in the end - when necessary, um... just think of it as a small punishment given by willful Thalia."

"Punishment?" Ansen was startled, not understanding what he had done wrong.

Looking at the man who still knew nothing about his fault, Thalia narrowed her eyes slightly; she stood up, lifted up her skirt and pulled away a little, sat directly opposite him, and spoke with helplessness and a little smile. Sighing in a sulky tone:

"Dear Anson, that's an obvious question."

"Is it obvious...?"

"Of course, Thalia can forgive you for many of your mistakes, including many inadvertent rudeness and neglect, but..." She paused lightly, and her eyes became resentful:

"Even if there is a reason... As a fiancée, watching your future husband stare at another woman's breasts, is there anything more outrageous than this?"

Anson Bach: "..."

My head is much better - it feels like it's a cervical spine problem - resume update