Chapter 105 Pharaohsis
Pharaohsis, the well-deserved strongest man in the Chauvin Empire is not a genius...
In fact, this dual-line sage has been in the world for sixty years. Before, that is, when he was twenty-five years old, he was only an intermediate mage. 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.
No matter how unwilling you are to be ordinary, it is difficult to do anything in this situation, not to mention that Farah does not mind being ordinary, can not worry about food and clothing, can become a A mage can devote most of his time to studying 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, that was mostly because he didn’t have enough money to buy books. That's it...
Compared with how to effectively use magic in combat or life, Farah prefers to study its history and origin. 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 ideas 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 Spellcasters who are more like scholars often 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 collect, memorize, and master a large number of magic theories. Afterwards, he felt very unambitious that he would have no regrets in life and could rest assured in his own life. In his hometown, a little-known town in Chauvin, he found an iron job and was responsible for teaching junior mages at the only magister academy in the area.
In the next three years, except for sending away his elderly parents, he lived a peaceful life. Every day he taught disciples, gave guidance to junior mages, read books, etc. It was the most exciting experience. It was just that he received a red envelope of 1 gold coin before a certain exam...
Well, I still remember that after the exam, he returned four silver coins and a copper plate to the apprentice, and then Without hesitation, I gave her a fifty-nine.
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. Finally, Die in some hospital bed or rocking chair...
But things did not develop like this. In the fourth year of Farah's teaching, a mysterious student appeared...
It was a dwarf who didn't speak well... Guys, he was a... He is not a common dwarf mage, and his level does not look very good. His biggest achievement within half a year was to submit more than 20 blank papers in the magic theory course taught by Farah.
“I really can’t fool myself 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 was helpless He shrugged and said: "Bi 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 correct? ”
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' was, but just smiled and asked: "Can you tell me the reason?"
"I didn't Reason to be angry, no matter how powerful a genius is, it is impossible to understand all the mysteries of magic, let alone a guy like me who is almost forty years old and has not yet been promoted to a high-level mage." Farah spread his hands and replied with a wry smile. Said: "I always firmly believe that what I have glimpsed is just the tip of the iceberg, and it may not be correct, so I don't think other people are wrong. Of course, if you can't give me a satisfactory answer..."
The mid-level mage named Pharaoses 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 and seemed to be thinking about something. What.
"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 claims to have seen the tip of the iceberg, see what the real iceberg is.”
The dwarf stretched out his hand that was stained by the magic dye...
There was a silver symbol floating on it, and the flickering light was slightly distorted, and with it, twisted, There is space around the symbol.
"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 since just now had already Gone.
Only a faint sentence was 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'."
......
< br>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, Faraosis 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 knows a little bit about the difficult and difficult knowledge of astrology.
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 am 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 normal that I can only reach the level of an intermediate mage...
It’s just ordinary. I got a chance. , so being able to become a sage is really normal...
I am not a genius, nor can I burst out with any strong power, nor can I be considered hardworking.
Protecting your motherland is just because you have the ability.
I want to maintain balance just because I am an agent.
Being ordinary, doing what you can, is actually nothing special~
Whether you are a mid-level mage with limited talent, or an academic who is neither good nor bad, Or he is the Dharma God guarding the Chauvin Empire...or he is the agent 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.
In the final analysis, 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 emaciated body, and then continued to be forcibly repaired by some kind of force. Then burst out again, then repair...
"Is this the trump card..."
"Damn, this doesn't look like magic at all!"
"Oh my, my master is so evil~"
Whether it is Marshal Galahad, Grand Marshal Garros Neither the father 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 couldn't even keep themselves from being hit by the sudden wave. It’s hard enough to blow away the pressure that’s coming on you!
As the target of Farah's spell at this time...
Mo's body was firmly suppressed in place, and the fallen angel statue beside him, which could increase resistance and reduce magic damage, was completely It didn't have any effect. The mere existence of the two huge magic circles was enough to make his health drop 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 cooled down cannot be used...]
[Judging from the growth rate of physical fitness, I should be suffering from very severe pain now. I may have reached the point where I would be beaten in reality. The extent of the truck crash is uncertain, and this is simulated pain after being weakened proportionally in the game...]
[Galahat and the others seem to have no way to interrupt each other's spellcasting... 】
【I can’t even move a finger, so I can’t even take out the props from my bag...】
[Sure enough, it is a very powerful magic, perfect~]
Mo, whose whole body was gradually breaking apart, remained calm, and the pair of 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 Farah's eyes met in mid-air.
【Come 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 is being replaced by some kind of 'energy', and the situation can be said to be equally bad.
But it doesn’t matter...
[Such an ordinary me is always the one who only does what ‘can do’, and has 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 for the motherland, for beliefs, or for myself...]
The old man's mouth, ears, eyes, and nose sprayed at the same time under the uncontrollable 'power of disappearance' There was a lot of blood.
【Make an extraordinary effort, do things that ordinary me will never be able to do...】
"Fast...fading..."
[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 world was changed by the color of this man who had been ordinary all his 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.
Although Cordoba has been shivering habitually since he started playing this garbage 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
With 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 impact on his rune creation. Cordoba decided to go straight to the huge magic circle that penetrated the sky and the earth almost as soon as he entered the city. If If he guessed correctly, it was the so-called 'Great Retrospective Technique', which meant that the agent named Farah was 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: The End
(End of this chapter)