I will be crowned king

"Boom——"

Lightning fell from the sky, illuminating the surrounding darkness and making the originally lifeless twisted realm come alive.

The pale electric current with a blue shimmer instantly spread across every corner, playing a grand and harsh musical, and even the chairs and long tables under him were shaking slightly, beating and flying in the darkness, It left traces like a spider web.

Or...a rift.

Anson, who was sitting on the chair, stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and at the same time, he was not very skillful in opening the field to the extent that it only covered himself; the reason in his heart was frantically warning him not to act rashly, otherwise the end would be very miserable.

The eye-catching electric light was still roaring, tearing open crack after crack in the darkness. Strong magical aura spurted out from it like sulfur, roaring like a storm, further destroying the already fragmented darkness.

The next second, the roaring storm kicked up torrential rain, impacting the entire world with a biting coldness; wherever it swept, the stone slabs under your feet and the long table in front of you were all broken, soaked, and dissolved by the rain.

Even Sirze's headless body was smashed by the waves rolled up by the rain. The faint dark red color only lasted for less than a second before disappearing without a trace in the waterfall of black rain.

"Boom——"

There was another loud noise, and pale electric light splashed down, heading towards Anson sitting in the center of the darkness.

At the moment when he was about to be shattered into pieces, the pulsating current suddenly broke down into countless shimmering particles and scattered around him.

The strong wind is still roaring, whistling like a sharp blade; the heavy rain is splashing all over the sky, dropping raindrops like silver needles.

But Anson, who was motionless, was still sitting in his original position. His clothes and hair did not move at all, and there was no sign of any moisture.

He just sat there quietly, as if he had nothing to do with the world that was about to collapse in front of him.

It doesn't make any difference...that's the nature of conjuration.

For the casters of the other two major paths, the root of evolution lies in themselves, but for a conjurer, evolution is to reshape the world - no matter the ever-changing world in front of him, it has nothing to do with himself.

The field is itself.

Itself is the world.

If the twisted field in front of him still exists, and it can still produce absolute suppression with the power of the apostle and the breath of the true god; then from the moment it collapses, it will no longer be able to pose any threat to Anson, who has become a blasphemous mage.

Of course, this is also because he has mastered the "laws" of this world in advance and successfully completed the plan to "separate himself from the field". Otherwise, with the field that he has just mastered for less than half an hour, resisting will definitely be a dead end.

Even the collapse of the entire twisted field can help him master more knowledge about the "field" - compared with his own field, it is not an exaggeration to call the "World Youth Edition" created by the apostles in front of him.

After repeatedly confirming that the collapse of the field no longer posed a threat to him, Anson finally closed his eyes and used his "superpower" to carefully observe the disintegrating world.

"Boom——"

The thunder shattered the last trace of darkness, and the entire world was covered by pale lightning. The heavy rain whipped up by the strong wind flooded every corner. The dark rain replaced everything, turning into a depth that could not be penetrated.

So if we want to summarize, the collapse of a field first means that the laws are eroded and destroyed, causing the foundation of the entire world to shake, and the power of the outside world begins to leak in unhindered... The heavy rain symbolizes the annihilation of the world. Because of the collapse of the laws, the creation in the field is destroyed. It also lost its power...In the end, the rain swallowed everything, and the domain was completely destroyed...

When Anson was thinking, the deafening roar had stopped, and the strong wind gradually weakened, becoming as gentle as gauze.

When I opened my eyes again, even the dark rain had disappeared, as if everything had never existed.

Still sitting on the armchair, he was in a magnificent palace. It looked very similar to the bottom floor of the original tower, but the structure was much more complex and gorgeous.

The first thing that caught his sight was the crystal floor under his feet, which was as bright as the starry sky, and the vault above his head that was so high that he couldn't see the end, with countless lights shining like a galaxy.

Countless weird runes fill every corner around the hall, exuding a mysterious halo; exquisite sculptures and oil paintings are lined up in rows, making people dizzy; melodious tones are accompanied by the breeze, drifting to the ears in a hazy and psychedelic way, and The light incense makes breathing feel like an unparalleled enjoyment.

Anson, who was holding a pipe in his mouth, looked at the scene in front of him relaxedly. It took him half a minute to realize that the armchair under him had turned into a soft and comfortable sofa at some point.

Wearing a light gray dress, a girl with fluffy blond hair quietly appeared at the end of the line of sight, hiding behind the sculpture and smiling lightly at him. The cold stone sculpture and long dress could not hide her slim figure, and her pair of eyes were like flames. His eye-catching eyes exuded an alluring charm that made people couldn't help but curl up their lips.

"do you like it?"

A humorous voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Um? !

Anson was startled, and then he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Then he saw August, who had appeared at some point, standing behind him, looking straight at him with a very special look, his expression extremely playful.

"You, how did you..."

"Why am I here, and why did I happen to bump into my subordinate who had just completed the trial and was about to enjoy a rare and pleasant time?" Without giving Anson a chance to speak, August continued to smile:

"Hmm, this is a bit of a long question - in order not to waste precious time, how about we pretend it was just a coincidence?"

"Anyway, congratulations on passing the first round of trials. I have to say this is a bit unexpected. I originally thought you would use more time."

Looking at the boss in front of him who obviously didn't want to answer, Anson was about to roll his eyes, but suddenly realized the key information revealed in the other person's words:

"Wait, the first round of trials?"

"That's right, it's the first round." August nodded slightly and said lightly: "And if I guessed correctly, you probably thought you had passed two or three, right?"

Anson's expression froze, and he seemed to realize something while thinking rapidly.

"You mean that all the 'trials' I have gone through before are just... part of the first round of trials?"

"Well... you can say that."

August pondered for a long time and said unhurriedly: "But a more accurate statement is that you have finally completed the real trial - although it may not be in the way the apostles hoped."

A real trial, but not in the way the apostles intended?

Anson carefully recalled it and said in an unconvincing tone: "Could it be that the real trial is actually to destroy the...distorted field created by the apostle?!"

Just kidding, what kind of trial is this? !

Don't say that you couldn't do it before you became a blasphemous mage. Even if you were lucky enough to do it, you would be 100% dead while destroying the distortion field!

No wonder the man in the lecture hall did not pass the first round of trials in the end - of course he thought it was the third round and misled himself - without the profanity of the mage, ordinary spell casters would not be able to pass even if they are lucky. Get over it!

But the problem came again - the tombkeeper when he and August came in clearly mentioned that the blaspheming mage can start directly from the third round of trials. If you are so perverted in the first round that you need to blaspheme the mage to pass, Then what kind of hell difficulty will the third round have to be? Will the apostle end up personally? !

"So in your eyes, what is the purpose of the five-level trials of the Original Tower?"

Seemingly seeing Anson's surprise, a gentle smile appeared on August's face: "Selecting outstanding tombkeepers and granting privileges to the stronger ones, or is it the apostles' method of eradicating unsettled elements?"

"If I had to explain it, it would be both and neither."

"Essentially speaking, the apostles should not want more apostles to appear. Such a result would only pose a challenge to their existing existence; but on the other hand, if there is no new blood, it means that the path of evolution is cut off, which will be a challenge to all For evolutionaries, it is a more dangerous signal than the Three True Gods sleeping forever."

"So more apostles must come, and the best way to create an apostle is to have him challenge the apostles of the past."

"The combination of multiple factors gave rise to the five-level trial of the Original Tower."

"In order to pass the first round of the trial, you must first become a tuto; this is also the simplest and easiest part of the entire trial."

The simplest and easiest?

A trace of absurdity arose in Anson's heart.

Not to mention that even in this era, I have not seen many blasphemous mages. I have already succeeded in upgrading the level after going through many difficulties and dangers, and died dozens of times in a row before I succeeded - and that's all. Not nearly enough.

"Since the key to the first round of trials is to become a Tutuoer, why are there still many Tutuoers like Sirze who have not passed the test?"

"Have you met Sirze?"

A very nostalgic smile appeared on August's face, and he sighed softly: "I can't give you a complete answer to this question, but you probably haven't forgotten what I said about Luen in the carriage, right?"

"Remember, you said that his painting skills are as superficial as his understanding of blood magic." Anson frowned slightly. What does this have to do with Sirze?

"For an evolver, becoming a tutuoer does not mean that the evolutionary path he has chosen is correct. At best, it can only be called the result of qualitative change caused by quantitative change; even if the essence of the evolutionary path cannot be glimpsed, as long as the accumulated experience If there are enough, you can be promoted." August said solemnly:

"Furthermore, even if you become an apostle, it does not mean that your evolutionary path is correct, but it is still our evolutionary limit at present, so everyone determines the success of evolution by whether you can become an apostle."

"Silzer's domain cannot break through the trials left by the apostles, but you can, and in a way that is beyond the apostles' expectations; this proves that your evolution is far more successful than his, and you are worthy of further tests. .”

"As for Luen... he is my friend after all, so I may be too harsh on him sometimes; with his talent, becoming an apostle is a natural process. There is no need to be so rigid and follow the words of a group of antiques as a guide."

August couldn't help but sigh and smiled helplessly.

And Anson suddenly didn't want to listen anymore.

Calling the apostles a bunch of antiques, thinking that calling oneself an apostle comes naturally, and even becoming an apostle cannot be regarded as evolutionary success...

Should this be said to be worthy of August and really have a big picture? Or are these super geniuses completely inhuman and don't take anything seriously?

Well, that doesn't seem to be a problem.

"But now that you have completed the upgrade, it should not be difficult to find that this is actually just the beginning; my understanding of curse magic is relatively superficial, but if you want to improve the field, you need to constantly try exercises that conform to your own laws, and at the same time continue to add All kinds of details can be added.”

August changed the topic and his expression became gentle again: "This is a bit like a pile of sand, but the difference is that you continue to shape it from the top downwards, and finally build it into an indestructible pyramid, extending the originally thin laws into part of oneself.”

"In the end, everything you say, do, and do will be based on laws, and then gradually exclude parts of the original natural world, to the extent that your own existence can distort the natural world."

"I once reminded you that once you become Tutor, even the way you think about problems will be very different from the past; you will no longer be an intelligent creature, but the incarnation of the law, the core of the world.

Anson nodded slightly, but beneath the calm surface was the turmoil in his heart.

This... is also called "relatively superficial understanding"?

He suddenly understood a little bit about the unlucky guy Sirze. If he was in the field where he was best at, it would probably be difficult for him to be able to stand up to being criticized by a "layman".

"But all this is not urgent for you; it often takes a hundred years for a normal Tutuo to completely lose the way of thinking of a normal intelligent creature, and it often takes thousands of years to fully integrate into its own evolutionary path. So you shouldn’t have too strong feelings for the time being.”

August continued: "What's more, you have more important things now. Instead of wasting time thinking about how to integrate into the evolutionary path, you should first master some basic power-using skills, or learn common sense that can be used immediately."

More important matters?

Anson raised his eyebrows and said in a tentative tone: "You mean, what I should consider most now is how to pass the second round of trials?"

"No, this is not important." August shook his head:

"The most important thing for you now is to think about how to go back."