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"Teacher, which magic power did you steal? Let me learn from it."

"There's no way to learn it! You learned the art of evasion from scratch, but I created the way of evasion as a master of half-step gods."

Asal sighed: “I once served the goddess Hecate, she was a gentle and generous good person.

The magic power given to us is pure and flawless, and is the most original power.

It is also because of this that this world can give birth to various types of gods with various powers.

But now, there is no such thing as giving away pure non-attributed original magic power for free. "

"Then do you have any good suggestions?" Harley asked.

Asal said: "Do it based on your feeling, everyone's physique and bloodline are different.

After you steal a kind of magic power, the 'Escape Pattern' will give you a spiritual sense, and you will spontaneously and heartily desire another kind of magic power.

Just like a person who eats too much salt, even if no one teaches you, you will run to drink water.

Only by achieving balance and offsetting attributes can we escape from the void. "

At this point, she changed her subject and said: "Can you choose the path for the future?

The escape pattern reverses all the stolen magic power into the power of blood.

Theoretically, before the flesh shell universe hatches a new body, there is no magic in our bodies.

But as a mage, you can't be unable to use even one magic spell.

Therefore, in the early stages of practice, the fool's "price magic" is our main source of magic power.

Can solidify a spell.

Or, you choose magic that does not require magic power, such as summoning, divination, formations, runes, forging, potions, and curses."

Harry frowned and said, "Teacher, when you talk about the path, do you mean the destiny curse?"

Asal said: "According to modern magic theory, yes, it is a natal curse.

In ancient times, apart from gods and mortals, magicians had no hierarchy at all.

It is simply impossible to frighten the little mage with the name of magic master.

It's hard to tell who is strong and who is weak in a serious fight.

Even now, it is not uncommon for archmages to be killed by ordinary mages.

But practicing magic is not about fighting bravely.

Exploring the mysteries of the universe and becoming an immortal god are the ultimate pursuit of the mage.

With this ultimate pursuit as the goal, magic theory gradually matured, and artificial hierarchies began to appear among mages. "

“Mages who are new to magic, regardless of whether they have awakened magic power or not, are low-level apprentices.

Accumulate enough magic knowledge and successfully use magic many times without being counterattacked, and become a formal magic apprentice.

Just like you now.

Choose a path, be proficient in using a certain kind of magic, go beyond the category of 'practice makes perfect', and let 'use it' become an instinct like breathing.

It becomes your destiny.

You are promoted to an official mage.

Innovate the natal spell you learned from others, upgrade it to your own magic, and use it as a basis to create a series of supporting magic, which is the archmage.

Then there is the magic master, who can materialize and regularize the natal curse. It is as if it has become a new law of the universe, and the Grandmaster himself is the embodiment of the new rule.

At this time, the magic master has a long lifespan, is powerful, can travel across the multiverse at will, and can even challenge gods.

The last step, the divine wizard.

There is no fundamental difference between a spiritual wizard and a magic master.

The master himself became the rules, and the gods wrote the rules.

I also used Dr. Fate Nabu as an example. His path is 'order'. After becoming a god, there is a set of 'order magic' in the world.

You can imagine that there is a book of magic above the universe, and the magic rules in the universe operate according to the contents of the book.

To become a god is to write your own rules in the book of magic. "

Harry pondered for a moment and said: "The realm of magic is to accumulate knowledge, practice makes perfect, innovate from skill, and publish new skills publicly."

"That's pretty much what it means."

"Below the Grandmaster level, there will probably be examples of leapfrog challenges. After all, innovation does not equal strength." Harley said.

"Magic is knowledge and learning. Learning magic should not be for the purpose of fighting bravely." The goddess said solemnly.

Harry sighed: "Only those who can survive the fierce battles are qualified to treat magic as a science."

"That seems to make sense." The goddess was embarrassed for a moment and asked again: "Have you ever chosen the curse of your destiny?"

Harry hesitated and said: "I heard Madam Dudu say before that choosing one of the most commonly used magic can affect the magic properties of the dying transformation.

She must have been talking about the natal curse at that time, right? "

After all, Xanadu is not her magic mentor. Even if she knows some magic secrets, she will not explain them in detail like Asal.

"What did you choose?" the goddess asked.

"I chose the 'Anti-Injury Spell' at that time."

"What do you think, what future does this kind of fool's magic have?" the goddess said scornfully.

"Teacher, what is your natal curse?" Harley asked curiously.

"Hide your movements and breath! Those mages who practice the Nine-Nine Gods' Name Table can use my spells to use invisibility and breath-condensing techniques." The goddess said proudly.

The invisibility in body shape and the evasion in magic power are really good enough.

If you choose this kind of natal curse, you are destined to have extremely strong strength. No wonder you will be blown to the origin wall by a "strange wind".

Harry complained in his heart and said: "I am a little hesitant at this time. Considering that natal magic can be turned into rules, it seems that defensive magic is more suitable for me."

She hasn't forgotten her roots.

Upgrading point defense does have flaws and requires magic to make up for the attack.

But now she has learned Asawa's "Escape Spell": first steal magic power to improve her bloodline, and when her defense is strong enough to resist the 'adhesion of the origin wall', she can pass through the origin wall and search outside the universe. "New Power".

With new strength, he reversed the escape spell and turned his strong blood into magic power again.

By then, she could even become a god in one step, so why would she need any counterattack?

Regardless of whether she becomes a god or not, defense is always what she is best at and is also the direction of her evolution.

But the stronger the physical defense, the greater the damage it can withstand, and the better the anti-injury effect. This

"Actually, counter-injury and defense are not contradictory. You can integrate the two effects.

After all, if you want to become a great mage, you have to innovate on the natal magic spells you learned from your predecessors. "The goddess pondered.

Harry suddenly understood and said happily: "Thank you, teacher, for clarifying my doubts. Now I am no longer confused about the future!"

Hari stayed in Acharath for nine full days.

If she wasn't too horny, she wouldn't want to leave.

Asal is a good teacher, not to mention rich in experience and knowledge. The key is that she is willing to show her heart to Harley without reservation.

No wonder, they are all hung on the wall of Origin!

"Woof woof - woof -" Duoduo pushed open the door of the meditation room and rushed over like crazy, circling around her and wagging her tail, and occasionally nudged her calf with her head.

"Harry, where have you been?" Then, the kitten and Ivy shouted ecstatically.

Both of them looked haggard and their eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that they had not been having a good time these days.

"Is there no problem in the fighting arena?" Harley asked as she pushed Duoduo away and walked quickly to the refrigerator.

Her condition was not good either. Her lips were chapped, her cheeks were sunken, and her hair was messy. She looked like a little beggar who had escaped from a refugee camp.

“You have been in seclusion for the past two months, and they didn’t even know you disappeared.

Harley, you have lost a lot of weight. Have you not eaten or drank these days? "Ivy said with concern.

Mao Mao looked at Harley carefully and said in surprise: "Although you are sallow and thin, and your body is sloppy, you seem to be in better spirits than before. So your transformation is over?"

Harley glanced at Andy beside her, nodded and said, "It's mostly over."

Andy was indeed thrown away when Hecate, the "Grudge", marked her with the Seal of March.

But she used the Escape Pattern to suppress the urge to birth magic power from her bloodline. Her failure to awaken the magic power meant that the final step of transformation - the transformation of her bloodline into a supernatural being - had not yet been completed.

There is still blood from Andy and Tracy in her body, and Andy cannot leave without cutting off the blood connection.

After drinking a one-liter carton of milk, Harley breathed out comfortably and said, "A mage took me to another dimension through a space door.

There, she taught me a lot about magic.

It's just that the other world is deserted, without food and water, which is really difficult. "

"I guess it was space teleportation. She went to London a year ago." Mao Mao said to Ivy.

"Ivy found out I was missing and called you over?" Harley asked.

Ivy glanced at the bully dog ​​and said, "Actually, Duoduo discovered it first. He kept barking outside the meditation room door in the middle of the night, and even climbed onto my bed and bit my long johns.

After enduring it for two days, I found Selena before I saw you show up. "

"This time it was a pure accident. There was no warning at all, so I made you worry." Harley said apologetically.

"I'm really worried, but"

Ivy's expression became weird and she said: "I still can't see you, so I will take a bunch of your hair and comb to Madam Xanadu and ask her for divination.

She doesn't know where you are or what you are doing, but it is definitely not life-threatening.

I was still worried, so I went to see Miss Zed again, and she said the same thing as Mrs. Xanadu."

After taking a bath, eating and drinking, and calling Xanadu and Zed to report that they were safe, Harley called a few stewards from the fighting arena.

Black girl Teresa, the security captain, once occupied the BBC TV building with Harley.

After Harley became successful, she was the first to come over to join him, even before old Gibbs.

Tom Levis, the manager of the fighting arena, is a white man in a suit with gold-rimmed glasses, a doctorate in management from Gotham University, a bachelor's degree in law, and a recent graduate.

From the initial role of legal consultant, he was promoted to the current general manager.

After that came the old Gibbs who was in charge of external relations, gathering information and spreading rumors.

"Sister Harley, 'Eel Basket' picked up a dead fish five days ago." Teresa said with a solemn expression.

The fighting arena is by the pier, and there are three ways to enter the building.

The first one is to pretend to be a guest and walk through the main entrance openly, just like Owl Talon last time.

The second type is to fall from the sky, but Harley has two sets of radars: the Sparrow missile and the Archimedes airship, one bright and one dark.

Third, dive from the river.

The fighting arena was converted from a warehouse, and a canal was built from the inside to the outside for small cargo ships to enter.

Eel baskets are traps set up in water channels.

But catching eels in an eel basket will not let the eels suffocate to death.

"How did you die?" Harley asked.

Since he didn't die from suffocation in the water, he probably committed suicide.

"There is poison hidden in the teeth. After being entangled in the net, he took the poison immediately without any hesitation.

Beside him, it was also discovered that wirelessly detonated bombs could not collapse the building, but could destroy the boxing ring (the boxing ring was built in the center of the pool and connected to the Hudson River through a canal). "The black girl said.

"Hey, it's finally here." Harley sneered.

Assassins hired by the Crusaders?

The Court of Owls has made up its mind?

Or, some other force.

"Is the body still there?" she asked.

"You said that the corpse should not be kept for more than three days." The black girl said.

Harley nodded slowly and wanted to use the devil's horn to communicate with the soul in hell. It would be best if the person died not long ago.

In this way, the connection between the corpse in the world and the soul in the underworld can be barely maintained.

Three days later, the corpse truly became an insignificant, ordinary substance.

For example, Jesus was resurrected on the third day while the connection was still there.