I Will Be The Crowned King

"Boom—"

Lightning fell from the sky, illuminating the surrounding darkness, bringing the originally lifeless twisted realm to life.

The pale electric current with the azure blue shimmer instantly spread to 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, Leaving traces like spider webs.

Or... a crack.

Sitting in the chair, An Sen stared blankly at the scene in front of him. At the same time, he was not very skilled in opening the field to the extent that it only covered himself; his inner reason was madly warning him not to act rashly, otherwise the end would be very miserable.

The eye-catching electric light is still roaring continuously, tearing open cracks one after another in the darkness, and a strong magical aura spews out of it like sulphur, making a storm-like roar, further destroying the already fragmented darkness.

In the next second, the roaring storm whipped up torrential rain, impacting the entire world with a biting chill; wherever it swept away, the stone slabs underfoot and the long table in front of them were all smashed, soaked, and dissolved by the rain.

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

"Boom—"

There was another loud noise, and the pale electric light splashed ink down, attacking An Sen who was sitting in the dark center.

Just as he was about to be crushed to pieces, the pulsating current suddenly decomposed into countless shimmering particles, floating around him.

The gust of wind was still roaring, whistling like a rolled-up blade; the torrential rain poured down the sky, falling down like raindrops like silver needles.

But An Sen, who was motionless, still sat in the same position, his clothes and hair did not shake at all, and he couldn't find any traces of soaking.

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 matter... that's the essence of conjuration.

For the casters of the other two pathways, 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 realm is itself.

itself is the world.

If the distorted realm in front of him still exists, it can still be absolutely suppressed by the power of the apostles and the breath of the true god; then from the moment it collapses, it can no longer 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 of "separating himself from the domain", otherwise, with the domain he has just mastered for less than half an hour, hard resistance is definitely a dead end.

Even the collapse of the entire distorted realm can help him master more knowledge about the "realm"-compared to his own realm, the "World Youth Edition" created by the apostles in front of him is no exaggeration.

After confirming again and again that the collapse of the domain could no longer pose a threat to himself, An Sen finally closed his eyes and used his "powers" to carefully observe the world that was falling apart.

"Boom—"

The thunder shattered the last wisp of darkness, and the whole world was covered with pale electric light, and every corner was flooded by the torrential rain rolled up by the strong wind.

So if we want to sum up, the collapse of a realm is first of all the erosion and destruction of the law, which causes the foundation of the whole world to shake, and the forces from the outside begin to leak in unhindered... The rainstorm symbolizes the annihilation of the world, because the law collapses so the creations in the realm It also lost its power... In the end, the rain engulfed everything, and the domain was completely destroyed...

When Anson thought about it, the deafening roar had ceased, and the gust of wind gradually weakened, soft as a yarn.

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

Still sitting on the back chair, he was in a magnificent palace that looked very similar to the ground floor of the original tower, but with a much more complex and ornate structure.

The first thing that came into his field of vision was the crystal floor beneath his feet that was as bright as a starry sky, and the vaulted ceiling that was so high that he couldn't see the end, with countless lights shining like a river of stars.

Countless strange runes fill every corner of the hall, exuding a mysterious halo; the exquisite sculptures and oil paintings are dizzyingly dizzying; the melodious tones are accompanied by the breeze, drifting to the ears, and A touch of incense makes breathing seem like an unparalleled enjoyment.

An Sen, who was smoking a pipe, looked at the scene in front of him relaxedly and comfortably. It took half a minute to realize that the back chair under him had become a soft and comfortable sofa.

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 at him, the icy stone sculpture and the long dress could not hide her slender figure, a pair of flames. The eye-catching eyes are full of captivating magic, which makes people unable to help raise the corners of their mouths.

"do you like it?"

A witty voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Um? !

An Sen, who was startled, was jolted, then turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of the sound.

Then he saw August, who had appeared at an unknown time, behind him, looking straight at him with a very special look, his expression extremely playful.

"You, how are you..."

"Why am I here, why did I happen to meet my subordinate who just finished the trial and was about to enjoy a rare and pleasant time?" Without giving Ansen a chance to speak, August continued to laugh:

"Well, that's a bit of a long story - how about we just pretend it's just a coincidence so we don't waste precious time?"

"All in all, congratulations on passing the first round of trials. I have to say that this is a bit unexpected. I thought you would spend more time."

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

"Wait, the first round of trials?"

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

An Sen's expression froze, and he seemed to realize something while thinking quickly.

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

"Well...you can say that."

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

A true trial, but not in the way the apostles hoped?

An Sen seriously recalled, and said in an unsure tone: "Difficult, could it be said that the real trial was actually created by destroying the apostles... distorted realm?!"

Just kidding, what kind of trial is this? !

Don't say that you can't do it before you become a Blasphemy Mage. Even if you are lucky, you will be 100% dead when you destroy the distorted realm!

No wonder the man in the lecture hall didn't pass the first round of trials - of course, he thought it was the third round, and he misled himself - without the strength to blaspheme the mage, it is impossible for ordinary spellcasters to pass even if they hit the jackpot. Passed!

But here comes the problem again - when I and August came in, the tomb keeper clearly mentioned that Blasphemy Mage can start directly from the third round of trials. What **** is the difficulty in the third round, does the apostle end up in person? !

"So in your eyes, what is the purpose of the five-story trial of the Primordial Tower?"

Seemingly seeing Anson's astonishment, a gentle smile appeared on August's face: "Selecting excellent gravekeepers, granting privileges to those with greater strength, or is it a means for the apostles to eradicate unsettled elements?"

"If you ask me to explain, it's both, and neither."

"Essentially, the apostles should not want more apostles to appear. Such a result will only challenge their existing existence; on the other hand, if there is no new blood, it means that the evolutionary path will be cut off, and it will be difficult for all For the evolutionary, it is a more dangerous signal than the eternal rest of the three true gods."

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

"Under the combination of various factors, the five-layer trial of the Primordial Tower was born."

"And if you want to pass the first round of trials, you must first become a Tutoer; this is also the easiest and easiest part of the entire trial."

Simplest and easiest?

An absurdity rose in Anson's heart.

Not to mention that even in this era, I have never seen a few blasphemous mages, and I have finally succeeded in ascending the rank after reaching the door. It's not enough.

"Since the key to the first round of trials is to become a Tutoer, why are there still many Tutoers like Sirze who failed the trial?"

"Have you met Sirze?"

A nostalgic smile appeared on August's face, and he sighed softly: "I can't fully answer you this question, but you shouldn't have forgotten my evaluation of Rune on the carriage, right?"

"Remember, you said that his painting skills are the same as his knowledge of blood magic... superficial." Anson frowned slightly, what does this have to do with Searle?

"For an evolutionary, being a Tutoer does not mean that the evolutionary path he has chosen is correct, at most it can only be called the result of qualitative change caused by quantitative change; even if the essence of the evolutionary path cannot be seen, as long as the accumulated experience Enough, you can also upgrade." August said solemnly:

"Further speaking, even if you become an apostle, it does not mean that your evolutionary path is correct, but it is still our evolutionary limit, so everyone can become an apostle to determine the success of evolution."

"Silzer's realm cannot break through the trials left by the apostles, but you can, and in a way that the apostles never expected; this proves that your evolution is far more successful than his, and deserves further testing. ."

"As for Luen...he is my friend after all, so I may be too harsh on him sometimes; it's a natural thing to become an apostle with his talent, there's no need to follow the rules and regard a group of antique words as a guide."

August couldn't help but sighed and smiled helplessly.

And Anson suddenly didn't want to listen anymore.

Calling the apostles a bunch of antiques, thinking that it is natural to call themselves apostles, and even becoming an apostle cannot be regarded as an evolutionary success...

Is this supposed to be worthy of being August, it really is a big pattern; or is this group of super geniuses not human at all, and they don't care about anything?

Hmm, it doesn't seem to be a problem though.

"But since you have completed the upgrade, it should not be difficult to find that this is actually just the beginning; my understanding of incantation is relatively superficial, but if you want to improve the field, you need to constantly try to practice your own laws, while constantly adding All kinds of details can be added.”

August changed the conversation, and his expression became gentle again: "It's a bit like a pile of sand, but the difference is that you are constantly shaping from the top down, and finally build an indestructible pyramid, extending the original thin law into a part of itself."

"Ultimately, your words, deeds, and actions will be based on laws, and then gradually reject the original part of the natural world, realizing the extent to which you can distort the natural world just by your own existence."

"I once reminded you that once you become a Tuttor, even the way you think will be very different from what you used to be; you will no longer be an intelligent creature, but the embodiment of the law, the heart of the world.

An Sen nodded slightly, and beneath the calm on the surface, there was a storm in his heart.

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

He suddenly understood a little bit about the unlucky idiot Searle~www.wuxiaspot.com~, and it was probably difficult to really stand up to being criticized by a "layman" in the field he was best at.

"But all of this is not a rush for you; a normal Tuto will often lose the way of thinking of normal intelligent creatures after a hundred years, and it will often take thousands of years to fully integrate into his own evolutionary path. So for the time being, you shouldn't feel too strong."

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

What's more important?

An Sen raised his eyebrows and said in a tentative tone: "You mean, what I should think about 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."