Quadruple split

Faraosis, the undisputed strongest man in the Chauvin Empire is not a genius...

In fact, this dual-sage sage was only an intermediate mage sixty years ago, when he was twenty-five years old. That was already a remarkable achievement for Farah.

An ordinary family, ordinary talent, ordinary appearance, and ordinary wisdom can naturally only achieve an ordinary level.

Even if you are unwilling to be ordinary, it is difficult to do anything in this situation. What's more, Farah does not mind his ordinaryness. He can not worry about food and clothing, can become a mage, and can bring most people together. Time is devoted to the study of various mysteries. This kind of life is perfect for him.

He is not the kind of person who is particularly hard-working, nor is he the type who sharpens his head and wants to get ahead. If Farah has any strengths, it is probably his love for the history of magic and his sufficient self-discipline.

Farah, who was still a young man at the time, didn't like to fight and kill. Although he would occasionally go to the Adventurer's Guild to take on some simple escort or exploration missions, most of them were just because he didn't have enough money to buy books...

Rather than how to effectively use magic in combat or life, Farah prefers to study its history and origins. He regards it as an art rather than a weapon or tool.

Of course, among the countless mages in the Innocence Continent, there are not many people who have the same thoughts and mentality as him. To put it simply, they are academics.

These people are keen on research, analysis and tracing. Their strength may not be strong, but they are profound in theoretical knowledge. Compared with pondering the attack range and lethality of fireball, these are more like casters. Scholars tend to prefer to study: the structure of fireball, the difference between fireball and waterball, the allusions of fireball, who was the first person to learn how to make fireballs, etc...

However, even among this group of people, Farah is not outstanding, and can even be said to be slightly below average. The reason has been mentioned before, he just has no talent.

But even so, at the age of thirty, he still relied on his enthusiasm to continuously collect, memorize, and integrate a large number of magic theories. Afterwards, he felt that he had no regrets in life and settled in his hometown, somewhere in the Chauvin territory. He established an iron job in a little-known town and was responsible for teaching junior mages at the only magistrate academy in the area.

In the next three years, except for sending away his elderly parents, he lived a relatively peaceful life. Every day he taught disciples, gave guidance to junior mages, read books, etc. The most exciting experience was when he was in a certain Things like receiving a red envelope of 1 gold coin before the exam...

Well, I still remember that after the exam, he returned four silver coins and a copper plate to the apprentice, and then gave her a fifty-nine points without hesitation.

If he continues to develop on this trajectory, Pharaoses will undoubtedly continue to spend the rest of his life in mediocrity, leaving behind some books and theories that have no reference in the process, and finally die in a certain hospital bed or On the rocking chair...

But things did not develop like this. In Farah’s fourth year of teaching, an inexplicable student appeared...

That was a little dwarf who didn't speak very sharply... The big guy was a dwarf mage that wasn't very common, and he didn't seem to be very good at it. His biggest achievement in half a year was in the magic theory course taught by Farah. I submitted more than 20 blank papers.

"I just can't fool myself into thinking that my poor knowledge is correct."

Facing Farah, who was a little annoyed because he suspected that he was deliberately targeting him, the dwarf mage helplessly shrugged and said: "After all, I can be considered a spell caster."

"Really?" But Farah, who was supposed to be furious, seemed very calm, and just asked the other party curiously: "Then what is right?"

The dwarf was a little surprised, because he didn't see any difficulty or anger in the eyes of the ordinary 'mentor' in front of him, and those not-so-bright eyes were actually full of curiosity.

"You don't look angry." The dwarf did not immediately explain what 'right' meant. He just smiled and asked, "Can you tell me the reason?"

"I have no reason to be angry. No matter how powerful a genius is, it is impossible for me to understand all the mysteries of magic, let alone a guy like me who is almost forty years old and has not yet advanced to a high-level mage." Farah spread his hands. He smiled bitterly and replied: "I always firmly believe that what I have seen is just the tip of the iceberg, and it may not be correct, so I don't think others are wrong. Of course, if you can't give me a satisfactory answer... "

The mid-level mage named Faraosis suddenly laughed when he said this: "That's okay. As long as it is not a provocation, I will be happy to accept no matter how clumsy the answer is and discuss it with you."

The dwarf, who was just a mage apprentice, suddenly smiled.

"You are a very ordinary mage, but your ideas are quite interesting. So, although I can't give you a non-existent answer, but..."

The dwarf smacked his lips, seeming to be thinking about something.

"But what?" Farah frowned and asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

He suddenly felt that the little guy in front of him was playing tricks on him.

"But maybe I can let you, who thinks you've seen the tip of the iceberg, see what the real iceberg is."

The dwarf stretched out his hands that were stained by magic dye...

There is a silver symbol floating on it. The flickering light is slightly distorted, and with it, the space around the symbol is also distorted.

"This is……"

Farah was about to reach out, but found that both the silver symbol and the mage apprentice who had been standing in front of him from just now had disappeared.

There was only a faint sentence left in the air...

"If you think this is not a dream, then come to Tianzhu Mountain in the northwest of the mainland and tell the people there that you want to chat with 'Egg Constance'."

…

Three months later, Faraosis appeared on the second outer mountain of Tianzhu Mountain and told the first person he met that he wanted to chat with the person named Constance.

…

Six years later, Pharaoses returned to his motherland, and his strength at that time was no longer what it used to be. As a great magister, he was proficient in space and arcane magic, and even had little knowledge of such difficult and difficult knowledge as astrology. Know a thing or two.

As the representative of Tianzhu Mountain, his hidden power is several times stronger than what is revealed on the surface.

…

But he is still an ordinary person.

Farah has always believed that if others have the same opportunities as herself, then they will never be any worse than herself.

I'm just lucky enough...

No matter how many auras he had later on, no matter how many people admired and worshiped him, he still felt this way.

It’s just ordinary. It’s completely normal that I can only reach the level of an intermediate mage...

It's just ordinary. I got an opportunity like this, so it's really normal to be able to become a sage...

I am not a genius, nor can I burst out with any powerful force, nor can I be considered hardworking.

Protect your motherland just because you have the ability.

I want to maintain balance just because I am an agent.

Ordinary, doing what you can, actually nothing special at all~

Whether he is a mid-level mage with limited talents, an academic who is neither good nor inferior, or a magic god guarding the Chauvin Empire... or a representative who hides his identity.

It’s no different from elementary school students who can add and subtract single-digit numbers, or middle school students who can learn basic functions.

After all, Faraosis is too ordinary.

But today, it seems different...

…

The sky is roaring and the earth is trembling.

The old man with a broken arm in the sky raised his staff and roared loudly. Bloody mouths continuously burst out from his thin body, and then were constantly forcibly repaired by some kind of force, and then burst out again, and then repaired again. …

"Is this the trump card..."

"Damn, this doesn't look like magic at all!"

"Oh my, my master, let me face this kind of opponent who has no sense of beauty and is strong enough to commit a foul. The master is really evil~"

Neither Marshal Galahad, Archduke Garros nor the summoned Clementine attacked. It wasn't that they didn't want to, but that the three of them couldn't get even close to the old man in front of them even if they tried their best. In fact, they It’s already difficult to keep yourself from being blown away by the sudden pressure!

And as the target of Farah's spell at this time...

Mo's body was firmly suppressed in place. The fallen angel statue next to him, which could increase resistance and reduce magic damage, had no effect at all. The mere existence of the huge magic circle on both sides was enough to make Mo's body suppressed. His health dropped crazily at an extremely terrifying speed.

[It’s just a prelude, my body feels like it’s about to be crushed...].

[All active skills are sealed, and the 'Summoning: Transposition' that has been cooled down cannot be used...]

[Judging from the increase in physical fitness, I should be suffering from very severe pain now. It may have reached the point where I would be hit by a truck in reality. Moreover, this is a simulation after being proportionally weakened in the game. pain……】

[Galahat and the others seem to be completely unable to interrupt each other's spellcasting...]

[I can’t even move a finger, so I can’t even take out the items from my bag...]

[It is indeed a very powerful magic, perfect~]

Mo, whose whole body was gradually falling apart, remained calm. The dark eyes under the mask did not show any pain or despair, but were filled with a touch of... joy.

[Come on, put all your obsession into this blow, and then you won’t have any regrets...]

Mo turned his eyes with difficulty and met Farah's eyes in mid-air.

【bring it on! 】

…

"Are you still provoking?" Farah showed a faint smile. His robe had been soaked in blood and turned scarlet. His face was so pale that it was almost transparent. His whole person became a little unreal, as if his body was being treated by some kind of Energy' replaced the general and the situation was arguably just as bad to the extreme.

But it doesn’t matter…

[I am such an ordinary person. I am always the one who only does what I can do. I have never made myself proud or proud! 】

The huge silver staff turned into stardust in mid-air and fell apart.

[Being able to stand here, whether it is for the motherland, for faith, or for myself...]

The old man's mouth, ears, eyes, and nose spurted out a large amount of blood at the same time under the uncontrollable 'power of disappearance'.

[Making extraordinary efforts and doing things that ordinary me would never be able to do...]

"Disappear...pass away..."

[Even if this ordinary old life is ruined here, even if nothing can be saved, even if it is in vain, I can still do it for myself...]

After reciting the last word vaguely, Farah clenched her fists fiercely and stared into those black eyes full of 'sin' and 'evil', with no joy or sadness in her eyes.

【Proud! 】

Spell out more than 100% of your power!

【Start it! 】

"Pseudo Armageddon!"

The old man uttered these words silently...

Even the heaven and the earth are changed in color because of this ordinary person who has lived his whole life!

…

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Cordoba ran desperately, and the crystal in his hand had turned pure black at this moment, and was constantly releasing ominous mist...

"Damn! What happened!" Cordoba felt that he was cold all over. This situation was not uncommon for him. In reality, Cui seemed to have some innate ability. His ominous premonitions about various things are very accurate, and these premonitions usually manifest themselves in the form of a cold neck, a cold back, cold hands and feet, etc.

And although Cordoba has been shivering habitually since he started playing this rubbish game, the chill he feels now is completely different from those previous experiences...

[Even the time when dad and grandpa were detained by the police for allegedly smuggling a large amount of pornographic publications for profit were not so cool! ! 】

Actively activating the storm rune on the rune body, Cordoba ran towards the cursed land in the distance that was gradually becoming clearer like a wild animal!

…

two minutes later

Under Cordoba's acceleration at all costs, he finally arrived at the central area of ​​Banser City.

The aura of sin permeating the cursed land had no effect on his rune creation. Cordoba decided to go straight to the huge magic circle that reached the sky and the earth almost as soon as he entered the city. If he guessed correctly, That is the so-called 'Great Retrospective Technique', which means that the agent named Farah is there!

but……

The moment he stepped into the central city, the crystal in his hand exploded and turned into a huge black light pillar rising into the sky!

At the same time, a scarlet light suddenly appeared not far away, and instantly penetrated the precarious figure in the air...

"Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty the God of Law~"

Chapter 102: End