Nightmare’s Call

A trace of extremely subtle mental power slowly flowed from the fingertips of Lin Sheng.

Under the assistance of Holy Shadow.

These mental forces began to attach to several materials in Lin Sheng's hands with a level of inhuman terror, and then outlined the basic tremor and shock model.

Soon, several materials failed.

Lin Sheng continued to take out new material experiments.

Anyway, the mana cost of this kind of experiment is very low.

After dozens of consecutive.

Soon two materials remained in his hands.

These are two types of red and black ore stones.

With these two materials, Lin Sheng tested that the loss from the tremor shock was minimal.

There are many materials that can meet the requirements of tremor shock. Many mages will use it to make enchanted items, enchant weapons, magic appliances, and so on.

But for Lin Sheng, he needs the least loss and the lowest cost materials.

"You also need delicate enchanting paint for circuit layout ..."

For Lin Sheng, normal apprentices, and even normal mages, can sculpt spell models on a ring-sized area at most.

But Lin Sheng is assisted by the Holy Shadow, which is fine enough to reach the grain level.

A ring can be carved with dozens or even hundreds of spell models.

In this way, the only thing that limited his power was mana.

As for the limit on the number of spell slots, it can be avoided by arcane spell regulations. At most, there are more lines to be carved.

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A week later.

"Brother, today is my promotion assessment banquet. Have a drink together?"

After the morning lesson, Henry was halfway home, and when he saw Lin Sheng holding the book to return to the room, he happily stepped forward and invited him.

"Well, okay. I'm going to get a promotion card, too, and we'll be together." Lin Sheng said calmly.

"what?"

Promotion card?

Henry felt his heart beat, and he felt that he had heard it wrong.

Maybe it ’s because the teacher helped someone else to get another card, or maybe some other card, but the other party said something wrong ...

"Yeah, it ’s not easy to be promoted to a formal mage. At that time, we may be divided into a batch of experimental materials. If there is any need for additional purchases, I will also ask my brother to take care of him.

Lin Shengshun opened a wave of channels first.

"......." The smile on Henry's face faded. Instead, doubts, dazes, doubts.

"Brother, let's get the promotion certificate first, then don't stand silly. This is an important moment in our lives."

Lin Sheng glanced at him doubtfully, and Shi Shiran walked peacefully in front of him.

"........"

There must be something wrong.

Hen Rui followed Lin Sheng with a blank expression in his heart, and walked towards the Master's certificate.

Baiyan Woodland, which has always been deserted, was slightly lively at this time.

In the Mage's Proof Tower located in the core area.

The subspace auditorium on the first floor.

More than 80 formal mages gathered.

Sitting at the highest position is the eighth-level middle-level mage Kain Dutman, wearing a white robe of Venus.

This eighth-level mage has a rather strange nickname in the woodland-seeking scholars.

As long as any mage has research and achievements that interest him, no matter the size, whether or not the opponent is lower than him, he will continue to try to figure out the research content. Don't care about his face.

This ceremony was presided over by this person, and the outcome can be imagined.

A group of mages lined up, like porridge spreading porridge, finishing one by one.

Then stood in a row and smirked for ten seconds.

The last sentence adjourned.

The whole ceremony is over.

The journey took less than twenty minutes.

An important gathering of more than a hundred people.

An important event that marked fourteen apprentices as mages came to an end.

Lin Sheng pinched the brand-new robe with a stiff neckline, but wearing a robe marked with silver stars was the core of many apprentices.

Fiery eyes kept falling on the silver star on the neckline of him and those around him.

The ceremony was held very quickly, abruptly, and ended very quickly.

After the meeting, everyone left.

Lin Sheng also planned to go to Brother Henry for a drink. But no matter how he looks, he never saw anyone nearby.

But Lidu sister stood with red eyes in the group of apprentices, eyes full of longing and unwillingness.

She had no idea that the younger brother who had just been led by her just passed the promotion of a formal mage so quickly.

This shocked her like a thunderous explosion.

Although the instructor mentioned to her before, Malfuria has learned many basic courses before she came, and she is still a high-level master of eleven.

As the second generation of France, such achievements, although outstanding, are not very outstanding.

But looking at the brand-new mages and robes on the stage, Lido's heart was still painful.

"The second generation of France is awesome !?" Cindriela, a blonde teacher and a **** the side, couldn't help murmuring sourly.

She is a teacher's new sister. It is said that she is an inhuman race, but she does not know which ethnic group she is.

"If I have relatives of high-ranking mages, I'm guaranteed to progress faster than him." The blonde girl looked sour. "And, on the surface, he looks very talented, but in fact, who knows how much he has piled up for him? Resources?

fake! All are fake! Relying on foreign objects, this guy's future achievements are destined to be like that. "

"Let's go and learn." Lidu was beside her, looking calm, and turned to leave quickly.

"I'll go too, wait for my sister!" Cinderella quickly followed.

Seven-year-old official mage ...

No matter how unhappy Cinderella is, no matter how unwilling Li is.

It doesn't matter if Lin Sheng is the second generation.

A seven-year-old official mage has a completely different meaning.

This world is not a monster powerhouse without this age, but those powerhouses are mostly mysterious and powerful bloodlines, and some of them have divine or legendary bloodlines.

Just like Princess Jinsui of Lanying Tower, she broke through the third-level mage at the age of eight and broke through the fifth level at the age of twelve.

At the age of nineteen, he has reached the level of a 12th-level advanced mage.

Her father is a legend, her mother is a royal family, and she has a trace of divine blood.

So the horror of his talent is startling.

And just like that, she's not the most terrifying yet.

The perverts of those deities, powerful demons, or goblins are all caught.

The world has never been more than two races.

Ordinary people.

And the transcendent.

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Kenhart calmly put down his spell report.

Rubbed some tight temples.

As the Deputy Dean of the School of Spiritual Disasters, he has a lot of daily affairs.

At the same time, the relationship with Princess Jinsui deteriorated, making his affairs in many aspects unsuccessful.

Although he is powerful and has a high weight, the opponent is the main blood of the tower, and he is also a powerful 12th-level high-level mage. It is one of the important big guys in the entire Lanying Tower.

So face to face, he is actually at a disadvantage.

"Golden Spike ..." Leng snorted, and Kenhart recovered. Restart writing synchronous messaging.