Chapter 196 Little Grete Is Ours to Protect
The violent explosion shocked the entire Tower of Babel.
The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered and the magic barrier dissolved. Master Dikal pushed out with his palm, and the thick clouds covering the Tower of Babel rolled away and tore apart at least a quarter of it.
The next moment, an angry female voice rose high in the thick clouds on the other side:
"Dekard! Why are you taking down the mystery lock?!"
Amidst the voice of questioning, a man jumped up and stood in the air facing Master Dikal from a distance. Inside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a group of magicians only glanced at each other and then hurriedly lowered their heads:
Standing in the void outside the window was a girl with a petite figure and an appearance as delicate as a doll. Wearing a mosaic-leaf crown, three gems emitted thousands of silver lights in her hair, making her silver-gray eyes even more dazzling. On the neck, wrists, and nails, there are countless rays of colored light gently exhaling, echoing the light flowing from the Babel Tower.
The girl's dark blue skirt was billowing high, hanging in the void, motionless in the strong wind and clouds. What flows on the hem of the skirt is not jewelry and embroidery, but countless incantations that are looming and blinking constantly, making people dizzy just looking at it from a distance.
"Ms. Helena." Led by Carlisle, a group of mages who had not advanced to level 15, let alone touched the edge of legend, neatly saluted and greeted the visitor. Even Archmage Vincent, who was paralyzed on the ground, managed to lower his head while being supported by his friends:
The person in front of me who looks like a young girl has actually been in the legend for many years. She is also the leader of the Conjuration School and the host of Igor's Mystery Lock. It really pissed her off. Even a legendary mage would stumble a few times in the Mystery Lock.
So she raised her voice to question, but none of the lower-level mages present dared to say a word. Only the legendary mage Deckard flew out of the tower with an apologetic face and smiled bitterly at her:
"Helena, I was looking for you. Please send a message to all the legendary mages in Nevis to come and discuss the matter - we are in trouble, Helena, we are in big trouble."
Helena glared at him. Seeing that Dikar's expression was sincere and a little embarrassed, his anger gradually calmed down. The silvery gray in the eyes also faded quietly, turning into lavender, and the purple became darker bit by bit:
"Shout everyone nearby? Are there not enough people on duty at the Tower of Babel?"
"It's really not enough."
Seeing that the silver glow in Helena's eyes faded, Master Dikar also breathed a sigh of relief. The conscience of heaven and earth, although he is also a legendary mage, and the mage level is one level higher than Helena, but the other party is responsible for maintaining the entire mystery——
If they really fight, although he won't lose, he will inevitably be disgraced.
He activated the force field, took two steps in the void, and saluted and apologized seriously again:
"Sorry, Helena, I didn't mean to cause you any trouble. I really had an accident just now. If I hadn't vented that power, I would have been injured too."
"Someone harmed you?"
Helena frowned slightly and her eyes turned pale again. Deskard quickly shook his head:
"No, it's not. If this matter is not handled well, it will be a big trouble. If it is handled well, it may turn into a good thing - well, you will know after you send the letter and come to my office to take a look!"
Helena snorted slightly. She stretched out her hands and her fingers danced in a dizzying manner. Thick clouds silently came from outside the tower, covering the Tower of Babel again. With a flick of his fingertips, seven or eight streams of light flew out from the kodan, disappeared into the clouds, and disappeared.
The light of the teleportation array lights up and goes out. Half an hour later, in the oval meeting hall on the 155th floor of the Babel Tower, the legendary mages were sitting around the table. Everyone had a paper spread out in front of them, their faces solemn.
"Has it been verified?"
The rotating mage from the School of Change asked the question first. He was called out of the workshop by his disciples. There was a lot of crystal powder and mithril threads stuck between his fingernails and on the Demon Rhinoceros leather coat. Deskard nodded heavily:
"It has indeed been verified. I watched the experiment conducted by Vincent himself and almost - my meditation world collapsed."
"Oh!" The legendary mages present were shocked. Next to Helena, another white-robed mage glanced at Deckard with concern, and made a hand gesture with a medical spell:
"You are hurt?"
"I don't have one." Descartes pushed his monocle gently. The slender mithril chain hung from the edge of his glasses and flashed silently on the side of his face. The legendary mage's face turned gloomy:
"But Vincent suffered a heavy blow. I'm afraid the position on the review committee will have to be replaced in advance."
A series of sighs. Opposite Deskard, an old woman wrapped in black gauze spun the crystal ball. Suddenly her whole body trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted straight onto the ball.
"Mrs. Endor!" On the left and right, the two mages from the control and protection systems turned their heads at the same time. The old woman gasped and waved her hands:
"I'm fine. I just deduced the process of the experiment..."
In the corner, a female magician serving as a waiter walked forward quickly. The Endor woman refused her service, took out a silk handkerchief, carefully wiped off the blood, and put the crystal ball into her sleeve. Deckard kept paying attention to the old woman's every move. It wasn't until she took back the crystal ball that she asked slowly:
"What did you see?"
"There is no problem with the experimental results." The old woman stretched out her wrinkled fingers and moved inch by inch on the paper. I turned one page, then another, and finally, on the last few lines of the text, half a bloody fingerprint fell:
"Here... I saw something terrible... something that could subvert the Magic Council..."
Everyone followed her and turned the pages of the paper. On the last page, based on the introduction, experiments and inferences in the previous article, the author of the paper left a piece of arrogant advice:
"Based on the theory of phlogiston, only vague elements can be derived, which are so uncertain that they can be used to explain various things arbitrarily.
If we start from the phlogiston theory and believe that elements are the simplest components of matter, then it may be difficult for us to determine what an element is at present;
If, on the contrary, we associate elements with the concept of the ultimate limit reached by current chemical analysis, then all substances that cannot be decomposed by any method now are considered elements for us. ” (Click to read the author’s note)
There was silence. Evocation system, transformation system, conjuration system, protection system - magicians of every school, or in other words, every magician comes into contact with the world of the four elements when they step into the door of magic; later, wind Thunder and lightning were derived from water, and ice was derived from water...
However, what exactly are elements? What is the original, the eternal thing that forms the basis of this world?
The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the oval conference room. Finally, Master Deskard slapped the table and stood up:
"What's so scary! If you're not sure, then go test it! Go prove it! If you're wrong, overturn it! When the phlogiston theory overturned the fire elf theory, and when the fire elf theory overturned the divine gift theory, didn't we all walk through it like this? Yet!"
A flash of lightning danced on his monocle. With a tingling sound, he jumped from the lens to the crystal lamp in the center of the conference room, and then jumped from the crystal lamp to the silver rod lighting the four walls. The steady lighting in the conference room suddenly became flickering, like a haunted house.
Helena coughed, raised her hand and tapped the table, directing the electric light into the wall, where it decomposed and disappeared. The legendary mage of the protection system said leisurely:
"But this - the damage will be huge."
The road to overturning existing theories is never easy. If the new theory conflicts with the meditation environment, many people will be killed or injured, even the legendary mage will inevitably be killed or injured. The fight against the Glorious Cult, the relationship with allies, the development of different spaces, everything needs to be adjusted.
"That's why I asked you to come." Dikal replied proudly. "We must arrange the manpower on duty, pay attention to blocking information, and disclose the parts that have been successfully verified little by little - otherwise, what are we supposed to do? Do we expect the judges to meet those little guys?"
The legendary mages all nodded. Helena suddenly closed her paper, raised her chin, and half-smiled:
"By the way, what should I do with this little guy named Gretel? Leave him outside? When will he throw out a paper and blow up a few heads?"
His fiery eyes focused instantly. The white-robed priest of the conjuration department pressed the table and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Mrs. Endor. The old woman covered her lips with a bloody silk handkerchief and coughed so hard that she couldn't raise her head:
"We...cough cough cough...we..."
The white-robed mage immediately stopped and muttered a spell, and a soft rain of light fell on the old woman. Mrs. Endo's expression gradually softened, but her eyes suddenly darkened. The legendary mage from Black Crow Swamp floated up. Under the empty black robe, red light bloomed in the skull's eyes, and the mandibles collided:
"us--"
"He belongs to us!" Descartes interrupted loudly without any explanation. In the monocle, the bright electric light sizzles, moves back and forth, almost shooting out of the frame:
"Send his paper directly to me. If he causes any trouble, we at Thunder Horn will deal with it!"
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