Infinity Throne

As everyone knows.

With her soul out of body, Yi Lin was in a mental state.

Mental state is a special state.

Outside time almost stands still.

The brain's operating speed breaks away from the limitations of the body and reaches its true limit.

It’s the same principle as overclocking a computer’s CPU.

In a mental state, Yi Lin reads, understands, and deduce, and time flies by.

Reading a hundred books at the same time, even just one page, is impossible under normal circumstances.

At least, humans shouldn't.

But Yi Rin still finished it.

"Thank you, mage!"

Yi Lin didn't know whether the mage successfully returned to his own world after leaving Gugu Town, or whether he had died. But until she saw the Supreme Mage lying dead on the street, Yi Lin reluctantly lived as the Supreme Mage for the time being.

And be grateful.

In a mental state, Yi Lin can see ten lines at a time.

When Yilin finished reading hundreds of different pages of the book, a huge slurp came from the butt of the body in front of her, and Yilin opened her eyes again.

All around, time returned to its normal flow again.

Yi Lin glanced at the clock set up in the library. It only took Yi Lin five minutes to read the one hundred pages of the magic book.

In just five minutes, it took four-fifths of Yi Lin's spiritual energy to maintain her mental state.

Oh, now it's mana.

You know, Yi Lin's psychic energy is famously abundant.

In other words, the consumption of out-of-body souls is terrifying.

He calculated while sorting out new insights and consolidating memories.

First read the book in the normal way, then switch to the mental state when the psionic energy value is full, and then return to the normal way when the reading is almost done... Going back and forth, doesn't it mean that the time is doubled?

hiss……

The plan goes through!

Yi Lin became angry.

——Liver-exploding.

Day five.

The magician apprentices in the Clock Tower witnessed something one after another.

The attendant that Cerberus had recruited was lying on the spiral staircase in the shape of "big", sleeping soundly.

Yi Lin finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Snorings came and went in the quiet library.

Yi Lin openly disrupted the order of the clock tower and was quickly brought to the attention of Lord Bartholomew.

"Sleeping in the library?"

During the day, under the instruction of Lord Bartholomew, Cerberus pushed Bartholomew Dylan here in a wheelchair.

The wheelchair climbed up the spiral staircase. The strange thing is that as the wheelchair moves forward, the steps under the wheels strangely turn into slopes. This allowed Bartholomew's wheelchair to clear the steps.

soon,

The two of them came to the sleeping Yi Lin.

"Really like a child."

Bartholomew Dylan smiled slightly.

Cerberus was silent for a moment, his eyelids lowered, and he said calmly: "Master, I will remind him to pay attention."

Bartholomew Dylan did not refute and asked again: "How many days has he not been away?"

"Return to the master, five full days."

"I see, do you feel it?"

"?"

"The smell of 'magic' began to appear in him."

Cerberus's face changed slightly, and there was a little change in his eyes. She immediately lowered her head and held the hand of Yi Lin who was sleeping.

At this time,

Yi Lin opened her eyes.

"you……"

"Do not talk."

Cerberus said.

"I don't think we know each other that well."

Yi Lin sat up helplessly and said this, but her body allowed Cerberus to do whatever he wanted.

After a few seconds,

Cerberus let go of his hand and frowned.

"Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep. What time is it now?"

Yi Lin rubbed her eyes and asked.

In fact, although he was sleeping soundly, he was already awake when Bartholomew Dylan and Cerberus came to him.

Yi Lin and Bartholomew Dylan looked at each other, and a faint smile appeared on the boy's pale face - Yi Lin understood that she had just pretended to be asleep and was easily seen through.

The wisdom in the young man's eyes was not something he could possess at his age.

"Is this also inheritance?"

Yi Lin combined her own understanding of "magic" with doubts in her heart.

Bartholomew Dylan didn't seem to point out Yi Lin's naughty way of pretending to sleep. He sat in a wheelchair, lifted his chin lightly, and asked with a smile: "Magic, is it fun?"

"good."

Yi Lin told the truth.

Bartholomew Dylan seemed to have remembered something and said calmly: "You know, stranger from the East? Your ancient country once had a branch of our Magicians Association."

"once?"

"Yes, once. Daming, in the era of your country, a force destroyed that branch."

"oh."

Yi Lin nodded, not too interested in the historical secrets buried in the long river of time.

"Cerberus."

"exist."

"At four o'clock in the afternoon, take President Yi to the first classroom."

"What?!"

This time, Cerberas, who always had a calm expression, was unusually unable to hold himself tight, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Yes, remember, don't forget."

Bartholomew Dylan waved his hand and yawned, feeling tired and sleepy.

Brother, it’s only early in the morning.

Yi Lin looked up at the sunlight that stole through the painted skylight and complained secretly.

"Dear President Yi, I will come to greet you on time at 3:30 in the afternoon." Cerberus pushed the wheelchair down. At the end, she looked back, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally reminded her kindly: "Please Be sure to wash it off.”

"..."

Only then did Yi Lin remember that she hadn't left here for five days.

Although there was no strenuous exercise and there was no exaggerated strange smell on her body, Yi Lin herself couldn't stand it.

After secretly going back to her room and having a good massage, Yi Lin lay on the soft bed and thought about life.

Something seemed to happen in the afternoon.

Yi Lin closed her eyes.

Currently, much of everything in the clock tower seems to be shrouded in fog, and Yi Lin can't see clearly.

He didn't understand the purpose of Bartholomew Dylan showing him his vast knowledge so generously.

Yi Lin always felt that something was wrong.

But without enough information, nothing can be analyzed.

Regarding the "entrustment" of the prototype Noble Phantasm, Bartholomew Dylan did not mention it, and Yi Lin pretended that she had forgotten it.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Mirien for several days. She won't go around killing people when she gets anxious, right?"

After this short period of getting along, Yi Lin classified Miriam into the same category as Xiao Wu.

If you are happy, you will draw your sword; if you are unhappy, you will draw your sword; if you disagree, you will draw your sword. In short, either he is drawing his sword, or he is about to draw his sword.

It's probably like this, simple, easy to understand and dangerous.

Speaking of which,

It’s been a while since I left the Tower of Death server.

After counting, it seems that the next door trial is imminent.

Yi Lin frowned and quietly thought about things in the guild.

It doesn't matter, every member's information is listed.

Yi Lin trusted Mo Li to arrange the team formation for the Gate Trial.

I remember that even Molly, who was not an apostle, was still in the order camp. For a long time, she replaced the dead Mo Rendi and became the spiritual pillar of the few survivors.

She, no problem.

What's more, the current Apocalypse Guild is no longer what it used to be. There are so many talents, no matter how they are paired together, they can make a difference.

"correct……"

Thinking of the door trial, Yi Lin straightened her back on the bed and sat up straight in an instant.

He moved his fingers downward, trying to open the door.

——Sure enough, it failed.

The door to the Tower of Death server cannot be opened here.

"Sure enough, if everything functions normally, people with 'permanent access rights' can always stay in other areas and servers." Yi Lin had been mentally prepared for this and sighed softly: "In other words, if Is there no way to enter the trial until this trouble is solved?"

It seems that we have to hurry up.

Seize the time, master the essence of magic as soon as possible, and integrate it into his "free method".

By the way——let’s solve Mirien’s troubles again.

Well, it’s decided.

Yi Lin made up her mind and originally planned to take a good rest before four o'clock in the afternoon, but she hurried back to the library and continued to have fun.

He was vaguely aware that these days of peacefully absorbing knowledge would not last long.

In the past few days, several magician apprentices who occasionally visited the library looked at Yi Lin strangely.

They whispered in low voices: "Look, it's that weird guy. He obviously doesn't have any magician blood, but he stays in the library all day long."

In the circle of magicians, blood is above all else.

"Maybe it's to have bragging rights after leaving here."

"Trying too hard."

Some people admired.

Yi Lin took a look at their clothes.

There is a strict hierarchy in the clock tower.

Yi Lin came across this incident two days ago in a document that narrated the history of the Clock Tower.

In the clock tower, except for the mysterious dean and the twelve kings located at the top of the clock tower. According to the magician's status from high to low, there are seven "ranks" in total, namely: crown position, color position, ceremony position, sacrificial position, opening position, eldest son, and last son.

The last son is the lowest-level apprentice, similar to a "kindergarten student" according to the hierarchy of modern education.

There is no decorative pattern on their clothes, just a piece of black linen.

Starting from the position of "eldest son", magicians began to wear medals on their clothes. According to the style of the medal, they corresponded to different levels.

Yi Lin is not just indulging in books these days. Through observation, he can roughly determine the other person's status in the clock tower based on his clothing.

In the "color position" level, from high to low, they are divided into "red", "green", "yellow", "orange", "purple", "green" and "black". Their sleeves, There are laces of corresponding colors on the edge of the collar.

This level seems to be very rare. These days, Yi Lin has only seen one with "purple" trim on his sleeves. Others call him the "Purple Magician".

All in all, it's quite complicated.

Yi Lin saw that those people whispering were all kindergarten-level scum. So Yi Lin smiled slightly, pointed at the empty chest of the other party, and smiled without saying a word.

The faces of those scumbags turned dark instantly.

Obviously, with their IQs, they could tell that Yi Lin's smile was mocking.

Yilin didn't have time to waste on such boring pretense. She stepped onto the spiral staircase without anyone else, found a quiet corner, and randomly picked up a book from the bookshelf.

"There are 101 pages in total, yo, I like this number. This is it!"

After making the selection, Yi Lin sat on the steps and studied hard.

"To perform magic, in addition to meeting the three major elements: base, technique, and circuit, a magician also needs to have certain 'magic preparations.' Hiss, it seems that there were people who used to perform 'magic' under the guise of magic. ah."

It was another basic magic textbook. Yi Lin became interested and quickly flipped through it.

"Magic preparations, magic mechanisms, rituals, chants?"

"There is a precious 'treasure' that can reduce the magic preparation time to zero infinitely, making almost all magic the same as 'instant'."

"In addition to the above, a magician must have magic power to perform magic."

"Magic power cannot be generated out of thin air. It is transformed by the vitality of the magician. Therefore, this is what another book mentioned. Most magicians are short-lived, so why is it so hard to find a magic inheritor?"

"Magic power can be stored in advance on other 'things' that can accommodate magic power. Gem magic seems to belong to this category. This is very similar to my crystal pattern science, which is interesting and interesting."

"Huh? A good magician's body fluids, hair, and even skin flakes all contain varying degrees of magic power. It's a bit awesome. A good magician can even draw magic power from body fluids... Why doesn't that sound right? It’s so right.”

"Etiquette...arms...inherent enchantment...singularity..."

One by one, new terms appear on the page.

Time passed quietly.

Yi Lin was fascinated by what she saw, and before she knew it, it was already afternoon.

"Time is up."

Half past three in the afternoon.

A cold voice sounded in Yi Lin's ears.

Yi Lin raised her head and met Cerberas' dark face.

"No, there's still half an hour."

Yi Lin closed the book and just finished reading page 101. The time was just right, and Yi Lin was satisfied.

Along the way,

Cerberus seemed a little angry.

Yi Lin followed Cerberas silently, and soon he noticed that something was wrong with Cerberas's mood. He was walking with a breath of wind, and his hips were much wider than usual.

"You...couldn't you have been waiting at the door of my room for a long time?"

Yi Lin asked tentatively.

"..."

Cerberus remained silent and walked faster.

"By the way, you should have used 'Rune Runes' that day, right?" Yi Lin was still idle, still not exiting the "scholar mode", and whispered, as if talking to himself , but the voice was loud enough for Cerberus to clearly see: "Using different types of ancient characters as the main base, different characters have different powers, it is really a type of magic with many functions. But there is something strange about me, If both sides of the battle can recognize your text type at a glance, will the power be greatly reduced?"

"I saw a sentence in a book, 'Hiddenness is the essence of magic. The more people know and use it, the more its power will be dispersed and weakened.' So, wouldn't it be great to know the essence of your magic in front of you? Just abolish it?"

"You know too much."

Cerberus turned his back to Yi Lin and replied coldly.

The two stopped talking.

Yi Lin did not continue to ask for trouble and smiled.

About a few minutes before four o'clock.

Cerberus finally brought the chattering Yi Lin to the so-called "First Cathedral".

It was an old Gothic-style building.

Yi Lin stepped into it and immediately noticed that countless eyes were focused on her.

The architectural style reminded Yi Lin of Western churches.

The tall domes and magic ceilings emit light of different colors.

Thousands of magician apprentices, neatly dressed and lined up in strict accordance with their rank.

From the door to the end of the hall, a path was left, and a red carpet was even laid out.

Yi Lin and Cerberus were walking on the expensive red carpet, receiving everyone's attention, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

At the end of the red carpet, seven magicians with completely different ages, genders, and temperaments stood side by side on a high platform. Compared with the thousands of magic apprentices in the audience, they stood out from the crowd. It was difficult not to notice them at a glance.

And that young monarch, Bartholomew Dylan, was among the seven.

Yi Lin's eyes narrowed.

No need to think or reason, just in an instant, he already understood the identities of the seven people.

Located at the top of the clock tower...

Twelve monarchs!

——Seven.