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Chapter 610: Qi and Thunder
"Alright…"
Shaking his head slightly, the old man said helplessly.
"No matter what you think, or what you plan to do, Silvermoon City in the future will not be able to accommodate your existence… At least not in our generation."
"Your colleagues… are too bold."
"And their actions have already been seen by the monarch of Olympus. So some of you will be executed, and the rest will be expelled."
"While from my perspective, I don't think all of you are guilty, most people in this world don't understand how to distinguish between the reasons."
"To prevent the Lord's radiance in the human world from being stained with unnecessary blemishes, I will not stop her plans."
The bald Wizard knew who the old man was referring to; it was Silvermoon City's third Archbishops, a woman with a somewhat strong personality.
Of course, he wasn't particularly surprised by the old man's decision.
Though he disagreed with the other party's view, as always.
"Blemish… I don't think your Lord would care about this so-called blemish."
"In my opinion, He doesn't care about the opinions of mortals at all, and thus wouldn't discuss the right or wrong of this matter."
"But it doesn't matter, because I know what you're going to say."
"You'll tell me that a God can not care, but 'I' cannot…"
Sighing again, the bald Wizard pondered for a moment.
He took out a scroll and handed it to the old man beside him.
"What is this?"
Taking the scroll, the old man asked.
"This is part of my research findings—it doesn't involve the soul, only the human mind and body."
"Leave it here… Perhaps your Temple Guards will be interested in it."
Without further explanation, the bald Wizard soared into the Sky.
Since he was no longer welcome here, he might as well find another place.
Standing in the air, he tried to sense the position of Ares, and the connection between him in the domain of rules and the million-strong army on the ground.
In his hand, a strange device materialized out of thin air.
It was a hollow metal sphere woven from fine threads, and in the center of the sphere, there was a miniature model of a continent.
This was the Seismograph, a masterpiece created by the Great Wizardwho went to meet the white-haired old woman.
Witchcraft originally stemmed from the imitation of heaven and earth, of rules, of Gods, and of nature.
And the source that this powerful tool imitated was Sea EmperorPoseidon.
No other, as one of the Sea Gods, who had taken over the southern near-sea from the Ancient Sea God lineage, and moreover, a Sea God who had left countless divine descendants of various kinds.
Poseidon's existence was one of the most familiar deities to the White Tower Wizards, and the number of witchcraft and various powerful creations related to him was also the largest.
Although 'many' does not mean 'strong', Poseidon's own Authority is not weak either… Especially recently, with the disappearance of the Sea Emperor and the unrest of the sea, the destruction caused by things related to him across the human realm has also become more powerful.
Thus, under these circumstances, the Seismograph naturally appeared here, becoming a tool for Wizards to slaughter mortal soldiers, a butcher's knife to stop their advance…
"How pathetic."
His gaze as calm as water, the bald Wizard made no further comments and spread his senses.
His sensing ability, far stronger than any other Great Wizard, easily locked onto the armies within a thousand miles, as well as the fluctuations of the War rule.
As a Great Wizard who studied the field of mind, this was precisely what he excelled at, and it was one of the reasons he replaced the inventor of the Seismograph and used it here.
Silently sensing, time slowly passed.
Until a certain moment, the War God's presence seemed to have completely left a certain extreme distance, and the invisible blessing instantly weakened by more than half.
Watching this scene, the bald Wizard slowly stretched out his hand and placed it above the Seismograph.
Invisibly, a certain rule seemed to have been shaken.
The miraculous item, imbued with Poseidon's power, leveraged the might he left in the world… and at the same instant, the Authority that the Sea Emperor once wielded was also continuously being leveraged by others.
The Storm in the Sky… triggered by the displacement of the Heaven Pillar, originating from the strongest demigod in the world, and propelled by numerous other beings.
The Tsunami in the ocean… that was the collective will of several major ocean pantheons, pushing the ocean's surge, endlessly venting its wrath.
And now, the Earthquake on the human continent, it was triggered by the power of the Seismograph, and began to truly display its might.
"…Earthquake is not its true name…"
"Earth Shaker, Sea Emperor Poseidon."
"Its essence is the vibration of all things, the destruction brought by vibration."
With an expression devoid of joy or sorrow, under the bald Wizard's hand, the Seismograph trembled slightly, and the distant earth also began to hum faintly.
At this very moment, a 'resonance' targeting the weak began.
The earth was its medium, and vibration was the mode of energy transmission.
And it would ultimately, in the form of the purest physical damage, obliterate all living beings unable to survive this 'synchronous resonance'.
Buzz…
"Cough, cough…"
With a low cough, the bald Wizard's left hand clutched his chest just as the miraculous item began to be driven.
In the unseen, a certain force acted back upon him… Although he was the driver of the Seismograph, he was also affected by this vibration.
In fact, compared to the millions of humans in the distance, the shock he experienced was more concentrated and purer.
"Cough, cough… I didn't expect Poseidon's disappearance to cause this level of impact… But so be it."
"If it's only this much, I'm afraid it won't be able to harm my 'Qi'."
Taking a deep breath, the bald Wizard straightened his body.
His research had two parts: pure mind itself, and the combination of mind and Life.
And 'Qi' was the name he gave to the latter, and also the final gift he gave to the old man.
…
"It's about to begin."
Hundreds of miles away, in the direction Ares had been pursuing earlier.
Waiting here early, the true creator of the Seismograph was preparing to meet the white-haired old woman, while also looking forward to his masterpiece truly manifesting in the world.
Few knew that although he was the creator of this law-level miraculous item, he himself had never personally used its full power.
The reason for this was that it harmed both friend and foe.
To enemies, it was a weapon of mass destruction.
To himself, although it no longer possessed that kind of widespread damage, its backlash, insignificant even compared to the former, was enough to severely injure the body of a Legend warrior when concentrated on a single person.
Especially now, its power had grown stronger with Poseidon's disappearance, and the backlash naturally increased proportionally.
Yet, as a miraculous item that involved the law level, even as its creator, he could not block this rule-level attack.
There was no way around it; few Wizards had strong physical bodies.
Even if they could use some methods to reasonably strengthen themselves, considering the mutual influence between Spirit and body, they dared not go too far.
Therefore, from the day the Seismograph was created, it was destined that only one person could use it.
That was the strange Wizard who possessed both sensory abilities exceeding a Legend Wizard and physical resistance surpassing a Legend warrior, that bald man who was always mumbling about something strange.
Whenever he thought of this, the figure shrouded beneath the black hood felt a bit awkward.
Could it be that that guy's theory really had some feasibility, that the power of the mind could represent the soul itself more than Spiritual power?
"Who knows… what a strange logic."
Shaking his head slightly, the Great Wizard found it difficult to judge this.
According to the bald man, combat professions cultivate their physique, and within the body, they can form Life energy, called blood qi; therefore, spellcasters Meditate to strengthen their Spirit, and within the soul, there should be corresponding mental energy, which he called Spiritual energy.
At the same time, compared to the external body, he believed that blood qi was closer to Life itself; just as compared to external Spiritual power, he believed that Spiritual energy was closer to Life itself.
It sounded somewhat reasonable, but the Great Wizard knew that the bald man himself had never dared to try to condense the so-called 'Spiritual energy'.
Because in his theory, the essence of the mind had nothing to do with chaos or order, which was also a manifestation of the essence of Spirituality.
It could exist in the form of chaos, and it could also exist in the form of order… so that guy was afraid.
After all, aside from trying it personally, no one knew what would happen if this so-called 'Spiritual energy' was condensed; perhaps one's own cognition would be directly distorted by this pure mental power.
Therefore, to prove his results, the bald man ultimately combined the method of condensing Spiritual energy with his own blood qi, not allowing it to exist alone within his soul.
Thus, a special thing was born, and a prototype of a special combat profession path emerged.
No need for combat, no need for physical training; practitioners of this path only needed to Meditate on themselves, strengthening their hearts, and the energy combining blood qi and mental power would also grow stronger.
The bald Wizard believed that combat professions achieved in this way would likely possess mental resistance unimaginable to ordinary people.
Even the corruption of evil entities of the same rank could not erode their resilient minds.
"'Qi (ki)'… what a strange name."
"And what's even stranger is that it can actually resist the backlash of the Seismograph…"
Muttering to himself, at this moment, Ares's figure had already appeared within his line of sight.
The long pursuit had once again made the War God feel annoyed, but the four Titan Golems, like mountains, tightly entangled him, giving him no chance to escape.
Irritable and furious.
Ares brandished the bronze spear in his hand, feeling a sense of stifled frustration from having power with nowhere to use it.
"Ants, die for me!"
Boom—
When the last short spear was thrown, it once again 'almost' hit the enemy.
The War God no longer wanted to fight; he wanted to return to his army and suppress the enemy with overwhelming force.
After a moment of resentful gaze in the Sky, Ares turned to leave.
However, at this moment, a sudden tremor came from deep within the earth.
Dong—
"Hmm?"
"What's happening?"
His expression slightly changed, Ares sensed a familiar taste from the rumbling of the earth.
This seemed to be… the power of Zeus's brother, Sea EmperorPoseidon?
For a moment, the War God was somewhat bewildered, not understanding why.
Hadn't the King of Gods already announced his fate? How could his power appear here?
But the confusion was only momentary, because the next instant, with another tremor from the earth, in the perception of his Divinity, large areas of connections began to disappear as if erased by something.
At first, there were a few, then dozens, then hundreds…
Vaguely, though he had no deep impression, Ares remembered that those disappearing connections should have been some physically weak laborers or servants.
But even so, when the third tremor came, he realized what had happened.
"You dare—!"
His figure retreated explosively, Ares attempted to head back in the direction he had come from.
However, at some unknown point, a black-robed figure blocked his path.
Not planning to delay too long, with the cooperation of the Titan Golems, he only intended to hold the opponent back for a moment…
"Stop, Your Highness, God of War."
Without respect, the Great Wizard spoke indifferently.
"Fate truly is blind…
"How can an existence like you even become a God?"
He didn't know why, but ever since the plan officially began, he had always felt a faint sense of danger in his heart.
Fortunately, his task wasn't much… just to hold Ares for a while, and the rest had nothing to do with him.
…
At the same time, several hundred miles outside Concordia City.
In this border town, long silent and deserted, at the stall where 'Hydra' meat was once peddled.
Sitting on a stone chair he casually conjured, Zeus quietly watched the distant battle.
He saw Ares being led away, and watched the Titan Golems crawl out from underground.
The King of Gods gave a high evaluation to these massive Alchemycreations.
He felt that these Wizards might still have some tricks up their sleeves, and perhaps after he conquered the human world, he could have some of them serve him, doing things that were not convenient for Gods or Divinities to do.
Later, the earth trembled, and the Seismograph drew upon Poseidon's scattered Divinity.
Frowning and staring at the shaken law, Zeus pondered for a moment, then finally relaxed.
Although he wasn't entirely clear about the principles involved, he still roughly understood the function of this item from the perspective of a King of Gods.
A very ingenious concept, but if Poseidon hadn't created so many strange marine creatures, there would be no Seismograph today.
"Wizards… are indeed among the best of mortals."
Speaking softly, Zeus silently watched Ares's arriving army stain the plains with blood under the earth's tremor.
It was not a figurative expression, but a literal description.
Because the invisible 'vibration' rose from the earth, but ultimately caused the bodies of mortals to resonate with it.
From the most fragile brain to the internal organs, blood mixed with viscera flowed from the seven orifices, and then when the internal pressure reached a certain extreme.
With a loud 'bang—!', the armored soldiers directly exploded into a Skyfull of blood rain, staining the ground beneath their feet.
There was no intention to stop it; in fact, Zeus had never expected these armies to accomplish anything.
Even if they attacked head-on, what if they captured this city of Concordia?
There would be a second, a third… and even Silvermoon City.
Facing the enigma lock personally set up by the Goddess of the Magic Web, if power above the divine level was not used, even Zeus himself did not know how to break it.
"In the War between Gods, mortals are ultimately just a backdrop."
"They can display their abilities in the prelude, but they cannot decide the true victory or defeat."
"Ares… as your father, as your monarch, I have given you a chance."
"But unfortunately, you still couldn't seize it."
His expression calm, if he wanted to, Zeus could have secretly warned Ares before he was led away, but he did not do so, because by this point, Ares's position in the human world was gone.
He only needed to stand his last shift, and unleash his power in fear… After all, since he was being used anyway, why not be guided by him, rather than by others.
Raising his hand slightly, Zeus activated the power of his divine artifact.
And the next instant, Ares felt a reaction on his body.
Well… that's right, as early as their previous meeting, the King of Gods not only entrusted him with the task of spreading news, but also gave his Thunderbolt Arrow to Ares.
However, whether he gave it to him, or if the other party 'stole it privately', that's a matter of opinion.
The benevolent see benevolence, and the wise see wisdom.