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When mages firmly believe that talisman inscriptions are the source of extraordinary power and make them the object of research, it also determines the complexity of the subdivision of the mages' extraordinary path.

It is even said bluntly that the complexity of the extraordinary path of the scepter mage is almost equal to that of several other extraordinary paths.

After all, other extraordinary paths only use rune inscriptions as an externalization of their own power, but mages are studying the composition of rune inscriptions in reverse, and trying to construct corresponding rune inscriptions to generate the abilities they want.

Form your own understanding by observing a large number of talisman and inscriptions, and then use your own cognition to reversely construct the talisman and inscriptions you need.

This is the essence of the extraordinary path of the mage.

Theoretically speaking, the older a mage is, the more terrifying his combat power is.

Because as time goes by, their understanding of talisman inscriptions becomes more profound and diverse, which means...

Tu Antiwan slightly adjusted his sitting posture to a more comfortable position.

And on his body, there were more than a dozen or even twenty talisman and inscriptions flashing quietly without realizing it!

This is the reason why he, as a gold-level scepter mage, can be called the first mage in the Kingdom of Algrant.

The silver level understands the extraordinary aura and condenses it into talisman inscriptions, while the gold level is responsible for combining several talisman inscriptions to form a closed loop and maximize the power.

While most extraordinary beings were still thinking about how to combine the several talisman and inscriptions on their hands, Tu Antivan was already thinking about how to achieve a closed loop between the talisman and inscription combinations.

"wind."

Several sigil inscriptions flashed.

As a result, the gentle breeze suddenly became violent after blowing over Sartre and others. Countless vortexes gathered together and roared into the black tide.

One side is the tangible and silent black, and the other side is the invisible and vocal wind.

The black river that could submerge the buildings next to it seemed to have suddenly hit a dam, and the rushing darkness rushed straight into the sky along the transparent wall.

If someone were looking from a high place at this time, they would be able to see a dark fountain.

This black water seemed to be sane, spreading straight to high places, but this wind wall seemed to grow with it. Even though it had rushed upwards for dozens of meters, there was still no end in sight.

It was only then that Horace and the others could finally stop and take a good rest.

So, they subconsciously turned around and saw countless black palms emerging from the Black River, scratching at the wind wall angrily.

In front of this black river that can reach the sky, under the gray sky and layers of dark clouds, the sun has long since withdrawn its attention from this area.

"thunder."

Tu Antivan uttered one word again and clasped his hands together.

Then, in the sky, the layers of thick clouds began to stir uneasily, quietly approaching the ground, pressing down on everyone's heads like a roof.

With a roar like a prelude, and after a moment of silence, a silver line finally broke free and ran impatiently among the clouds.

The silver thread was so conspicuous among the dark clouds that everyone's attention was drawn to it.

The lightning twisting like a white snake among the black clouds quietly branched amidst the thunderous thunder, and instantly lit up with an astonishing white light.

At this moment, it was as if a bolt of thunder split open the thick clouds.

Everything is shaken, and the earthquake is like thunder, so it is called "Awakening of Insects", which means the stinging insects are frightened and run away.

As a result, the lightning just disappeared for a moment, and then countless rays of lightning eagerly poked their heads out from the clouds.

The Heihe River, which set off a huge wave, didn't react at all. As wild as a river, it could only watch the lightning fall.

Thunder falls like rain.

Because the lightning strikes too quickly, it can also create afterimages.

Everyone present felt as if countless silver-white towering trees had grown out of thin air in the black river, pointing straight into the sky.

The Black River was still silent, and the lightning bolts falling into it failed to make waves, but it did slow down.

"ice."

The wind is blowing, the thunder is blowing, and it’s time to rain.

The thunder stopped, quietly making way for the subsequent offensive.

The fine raindrops were splashed out under Tu Antiwan's intentional control.

When it breaks out of the clouds, the raindrops are as thin as needles.

But because of the heavy rain, in the eyes of the people behind the wind wall, the thin raindrops pulled out a rain curtain, completely blocking the space in front of the wind wall, making it almost impossible to see what was going on.

Through the rain curtain, everyone could only see monotonous blocks of color rising one after another.

However, the raindrops quietly condensed as they fell, with an icy blue chill attached to them.

Also using the ice element, Garcia could only roughly apply it to the weapons in his hands.

But Tu Antiwan was able to put this chill into the downpour accurately, down to every strand of rain.

Ice blue fell into the black river, spread out quickly, and froze it in an instant.

The Black River seemed to want to fight back. From time to time, dark palms and tentacles broke through the thin ice layer, destroying the surrounding ice blocks wantonly.

However, it hardly lasts long before they are refrozen and transformed into ice sculptures wrapped in black shadow.

There was no sound from the Black River, but the sound of breaking ice could be heard.

The whole black river was restless, trying its best to fight back.

However, its counterattack completely lost its original unstoppable momentum.

It's not so much a counterattack as it is a trapped beast still fighting.

We have reached this point, and everyone knows that the overall situation has been decided.

Heihe will definitely lose.

Sartre, Siosande and Horace looked at Tuantivan with subtle changes in their eyes.

Among them, Horace’s eyes are the most complicated.

Since a hundred years ago, since the late period of Agrant II, Tu Antivan has rarely taken action.

It's not that he doesn't know how powerful Tu Antivan is, it's just that this power seems to be so powerful that it challenges his imagination.

When he thought about his earlier attempt to reach an agreement with Tu Antivan, and when he thought about His Majesty's ambiguous attitude, Horace didn't know what to think.

Partially changing the celestial phenomena and terrain is certainly easy for a gold-level transcendent.

But if it's like Tu Antivan...

Besides, this is Tu Antivan without the help of the mage tower...

If you use the mage tower...

Horace lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the more than ten talisman inscriptions that were gradually disappearing on Tu Antiwan's body.

Just now, he took a sneak peek and saw clearly.

After launching such a shocking offensive just now, only a small part of the mind-numbing number of talisman and inscriptions were activated.

But Tuantivan, who had experienced such a battle, seemed to have nothing happened. He leaned on his wheelchair and regained his sleepy appearance.