Chapter 87 Sextant
"Are we really going to do this?" Hastal whispered, the volume almost hissing, he was afraid of disturbing the silence of the great library, even though there were no enemies here. His eyes fell on the rows of collections, and from the countless label cards that Magnus had handwritten, he read the simple joy of the red giant as he searched for treasures.
"Magnus suffered a vicious deception." Almazbek affirmed.
The ether winding around the scholar's raised hand became more and more intense, gradually describing a powerful force field. The invisible energy distorted the air around the force field, and the light deflected accordingly, like a storm. Or the prototype of a sharp blade.
"The demon claiming to be his brother seduced him into giving up the mysteries of the ether, and now it is our turn to enlighten him."
He manipulated the psychic blade and approached the shield Magnus had set up.
Not only are the two powers essentially the same fragments of the original creator, the specific techniques for using energy also come from the same source - controlling physical phenomena with will, manipulating objects, tearing enemies apart, or constructing invisible objects. shield or spear.
Magnus and the scholars spent all night discussing what to name this new school that would be born, until someone pointed out that it would be the sky above Prospero to hunt foreign enemies and defend Tizca A spinner falcon.
Hastar's heart tightened with tension. He suddenly grabbed Almazbek's arm and interrupted his behavior.
"This is theft," said Hastal, "and Magnus won't like it."
"He doesn't even like psychic powers now." Mason walked out from between the bookshelves and came to the two of them. "Does Magnus still need our enlightenment?"
"We cannot give up," Almazbek said. "Don't stop me, Liangyu. I know he will need it."
< br>"Perhaps we should take Magnus's words into account, Falcon." Hastal advised, "He is always right."
Thothmus placed his hand on the outer layer of the collection On the protective cover, it is as if you can touch the pulse or mind of the collection.
The scholar focused his attention on the well-protected collection, looking at the small brass tube, the precise scales and the colorful decorative feathers without saying a word.
"Do you have any constructive suggestions, Tianxiao?" Almazbek asked.
Thothmus let go: "Magnus has not given up his psychic powers."
There was an uneasy commotion in the air, including intake of breath, surprise and the friction of clothing.
"I saw his attempts to remobilize the aether," Thothmus said, "his gestures, his look, his wanderings. I understand Magnus as well as any of you. , friends. And I am a Sky Owl."
"Maybe he regretted it," Hastal shook his head, "After he asked us to give up the ether, he thought about the benefits of the ether. ”
Thothmus answered quietly: "No, Hastal. That was before he held a conference with us."
His words brought a collective silence until there was a sound of breaking glass The silence was suddenly broken.
Almazbek broke through the shield, energy fragments scattered into the air, and a pure energy storm poured out. The masters present used their own methods to resist the counterattack.
They later discovered that Magnus probably never meant to hurt anyone when he set up the barrier. The storm rolled through their hair, and at most it could only take away a few shaky hair strands. Even if another apprentice came here, , and will not be seriously injured.
As for the alarm when the shield breaks, Mason prevents it from happening.
What is presented to everyone is a fan-shaped exquisite handicraft. The translucent and semi-reflective fixed plane is made of pure crystal. The reflector connected to the indicator is made of colored glaze. The small brass telescope and the handicraft have many irregularities on the surface. The gold and copper hooks that interfere with the readings and the operation of the instrument echo each other. Not only do they not make the color dull because of the metallic color, but they appear mysterious and light.
Almazbek's movements became gentle, completely different from the roughness with which he had just dismantled the shield.
He carefully held up the instrument and let the azure sapphire that served as an eye in the mechanical bird bone at the top reflect in his own eyes.
"Sextant." He said softly, "O vast ocean, this is the sextant that will help us see the truth of the ether." "If Magnus really objects to our study of the ether , he should destroy it," Totmus said.
"But not Magnus," Mason said slowly, and Hastel recognized a hint of obsession in Mason's voice. Not only for the sextant itself, but also for the meaning behind the object.
As long as this instrument is used correctly, even a mortal with dusty eyes can clearly penetrate the looming curtain and see the magnificent and unpredictable etheric ocean.
Many years ago, after Magnus returned to Tizca from the wasteland with the revelation brought by the magnificent stone statue of a giant bird, Tizca immediately set off a craze for exploring the ruins.
An apprentice brought this fantastic instrument back from the center of a pyramid-shaped temple not far from the stone statue. After being identified by Magnus, it was included in the collection of the Great Library.
Unfortunately, the apprentice was unlucky and often encountered misfortunes. He escaped several disasters under the care of Magnus, and finally died unexpectedly one day. Otherwise he might have been one of the scholars standing here today - as one of Hastur's favorite disciples.
"So, does anyone here have access to this collection?" Hastal asked, feeling a formal hollowness in his voice.
“We can give it a try.” Mason said, staring at the sextant held in Almazbek’s hand. “We can always learn. After that, we will restore the mysterious beauty of the vast ocean. Show it to Magnus."
"Are there any black crows here?" Mason asked. More scholars came out of various parts of the library, shaking their heads. Today, there is no one idle in the Tizka Great Library.
"It seems that no one can predict the use of the sextant for us." Hastal said. He kind of wanted to get out of here. "Let's put it back."
"Why?" Almazbek asked doubtfully, "We can just make a replica. Now we can leave with the sextant and do it Our research.”
"Or find another Black Crow, forget it Amon. He will definitely turn to Magnus - who?" Mason asked sharply. He heard a vague bird call, and looked around to follow the sound.
A cluster of cold flames burned to the top where he pointed, igniting the robe of a boy who was quietly overlooking the scene on the upper floor of the library.
Not far from him, a crystal bird in a decorative gold birdcage maintains its motionless innocence.
“Catch him.” Almazbek growled, “It’s Magnus, the devil who claims to be his brother!”
I have been reading Tizka in the library these days. Perturabo of the local literature immediately tore off the burning robe, turned around and rushed into the vast bookshelf.
Hastal was distraught and quietly broke away from the group of scholars rushing forward.
Something is wrong, he thought. Something must be wrong.
A reliable name appeared in his mind. Hastal quietly hid his figure and waited for the other impatient people to leave, then immediately took the opposite action and wanted to leave the library.
He is going to find Amon, who may be the only master present who can see through the chaos.
Hastal quickly walked out from the depths of the exhibition area as light as a bird.
Above his head, a ball of psychic energy released by other scholars broke the hinges of a psychic chandelier through a series of false refractions.
Hastal immediately used his spiritual power to dodge. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the fragments of the broken chandelier quickly penetrated the shield of another crossbow exhibit. The energy wave when the shield broke was different from Hastal's. The psychic powers Taal uses to evade combine to pull the strings of the crossbow's psychic drive. The psychic arrow formed automatically and shot out instantly, nailing Hastal's hand to the cabinet.
He exclaimed, and was about to use the spiritual energy of this school to heal his injured palm. The already fragile crossbow exploded directly after one use, causing a large chain reaction, which caused many shields to fluctuate or rupture.
Several exhibits simultaneously erupted with astonishing energy in the chaotic etheric currents. Hastal didn't have time to realize which one he died of.
(End of this chapter)