Lord of Arcane

Due to the elf magic system, there is almost no way to stop a high mage from committing suicide, as long as he continues to sublimate the form of a saint.

At the same time, the extremely sublimated saint form also ensures that the high mage can maintain the ability to cast spells in most extreme environments. Basically, the difficulty of committing suicide is about the same as casting any spell.

Philipfa couldn't really commit suicide to cooperate with the experiments of several elders, so he used spell casting as the standard. As long as any spell could be cast, it could be regarded as a successful suicide.

"The elders really underestimate me!"

Thinking like this, Philipfa observed the status of the magic network around him while sublimating the saint form to a small extent. The ice plane is not the dead zone of the magic network. No matter how strong the restrictions are, it will not completely defeat it and fall into death. .

If it really turns into a dead zone, it may not be possible to maintain the restrictions on him.

Philifa's strategy is very effective. As the saint's form continues to improve, his perception and control of the surrounding magic network are also constantly improving.

In his perception, the surrounding magic network seemed to be the surrounding space, divided and independent. The originally mighty wave of the magic network string was cut off and turned into a pool that seemed to be frozen. of stagnant water.

The current level of sublimation alone cannot break the ice. Philipfa knows where his limit is, so he chooses to continue to sublimate.

The reason for doing this is not only the strong confidence in his control of the saint's form, but also the thought that if what those elders said is true, I am afraid that he has really transcended the limit and sublimated, and can be suppressed. Come down.

"Right, that is it!"

Soon, when the saint's form sublimated to a certain critical point, Philifa's perception of the surrounding magic network also underwent a qualitative change. The magic network that originally seemed like solid ice finally became alive at this moment. .

Starting from the deep magic network, the originally restricted strings of the magic network began to flow again little by little, and the flowing strings of the magic network meant that spells could be cast.

Of course, this can also be understood as Philipfa changing the state of the magic network string with his strong will. Being able to flow means casting a spell.

In a sense, at this moment, he has become the controller of the magic network in this small divided space.

"Elder Adotimu, you should lose!"

A trace of amusement flashed through Philip's face, but he had to admit that not all high mages have the control of the saint form like him. If he can't control the degree of sublimation, he doesn't need the enemy to do anything to him, he can do it himself. committed suicide.

Until now, Philifa still doesn't believe that Adotim and other elders can prevent him from even committing suicide.

But the next moment, the slap in the face came quickly. Just when Philifa wanted to end the experiment with a gorgeous spell, he was surprised to find that even the flowing strings of the magic network could not allow him to cast spells normally.

For a moment, he was a little nervous.

"How could this happen? This isn't magic!"

In fact, he had encountered things that were not in line with his expectations more than once during this experiment. Previously, he thought he could escape from the restricted area before the air division system was completed. As a result, he tried so hard to escape, but inexplicably returned to the starting point.

Even now, he thought that as long as it was the flowing string of the magic net, he could cast a spell, but surprisingly he couldn't!Fortunately, as a high mage and an advisor to the crowned king, Philipfa still has the calmness that he should have. At such an extremely delicate and urgent moment, he can instantly clear his mind of distracting thoughts and analyze the causes of all this. .

"It's the space division just now!"

Almost instantly, Philifa realized something was wrong. "The space division just now not only divided the space and froze the magic network, but also weaved a special spell with multiple spaces as the core. I am afraid that this spell is the work of several elders." The war magic you want to show off!"

Whether it's space division, freezing magic net, or changing gravity, reversing time, there are similar existences in the war spells on the scene, but now, Philipfa has never heard of it and has no idea about it. .

However, he still did not admit defeat. He decided to try to cross the sublimation limit. Generally speaking, once the saint's form is sublimated to a certain level, it cannot be reversed, and this critical point is called the sublimation limit.

But this is not absolute, it just requires paying a certain price.

For Philipar, this price is nothing more than entering old age early. As the advisor of the crown king, he relies not only on his identity as a high mage, but also on his wisdom and the family and supporters behind him.

This price is not unacceptable. Even if he enters old age early, he still has his own strength. Just like the elders in the square, he is more intimidating in this state.

After all, this is not entirely due to competitiveness. Philipfa really wants to verify the research results of several elders for King Mian. He can't verify it in actual combat. If it doesn't meet expectations, he will miss a major event. It's hard to remedy.

Of course, this is also because he realized that the results of several elders were much better than he expected, and chose to believe in these elders. Anyway, the worst result is not unacceptable, so why not take a gamble!

With the decision made in his heart, Philifa no longer hesitated and immediately accelerated his sublimation speed. With his current sublimation state, he crossed the sublimation limit almost instantly.

As for where this limit is, different masters of different levels have different mastery of the saint form, and the limits are also different, so it is difficult to quantify.

But exceeding the limit means that the high mage's own saint form is out of control. The external characteristics are still very obvious, that is, the image of the light elf on the outside begins to become blurred, as if it is melting.

Under normal circumstances, once entering this state, the high mage has only one choice - to integrate into the magic network, and in the process complete the last mysterious work of his life.

Philifar was just doing experiments, and of course he would not be integrated into the magic network, because that would mean that he as an elf would completely cease to exist. Unlike dying in the usual sense, he was actually responding to the call of Arvandor's homeland and going to the Kingdom of God to enjoy the blessings. Woolen cloth!
But before Philip could use his secret method to forcibly interrupt the saint form, Adotim and other elders in the square on the other side had already discovered something was wrong!
"Is this boy so strong?"

As Philipfa thought, even if Elder Adotimu may not agree with him politically or even with King Mian, he would never take the opportunity to kill him.

Almost at the moment when the form and image of Saint Philipa became blurred, the separated independent space where he was located suddenly changed, and the magic network in it began to resonate with the magic network in other spaces.

In just an instant, all the divided spaces condensed together and turned into a transparent crystal the size of a human head, which slowly floated to the square and finally fell into the hands of Elder Adotimu.

"This guy just said that Prince Mian is coming. Let's wait until Prince Mian comes to deal with it!"

"Second." (End of chapter)