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This reminds me of something strange... I thought that an empire based on artificial intelligence was enough nonsense, but I didn't expect that in just a few days, I would come to another feudal centralized empire.

Oh, no, it should be said that in the magical feudal empire, the basis of their rule comes from personal power. The supreme ruler here is often the one who can fight the best.

Strange had been thinking wildly while receiving treatment. Two cardinals in red robes took him to a medieval-style aristocratic room and chanted a lot of random spells on him. Golden light emitted from them. His hands lit up, and Strange felt an itching sensation coming from his peripheral nerves.

His wrist is gradually recovering...

"It's really amazing magic." After the treatment, Strange couldn't help but jump twice excitedly, feeling the strength in his legs, and then turned his palms to make sure that he could continue to pick up and put down things.

Du Bois and Auschwitz looked at each other, and the older Du Bois asked: "Master Angel...haven't you been exposed to magic before?"

Still immersed in excitement, Strange replied without thinking: "Yes, I have never been exposed to such magical things before, and even mutants are rarely seen."

Although the two cardinals didn't know what mutants were, they looked at each other again after learning that Strange had no contact with magic. They both saw worry in each other's eyes.

The Mage Federation, the Mage Academy Association, and Aslan all have two or more level nine experts.

But in their True God Church, only the old pope is a ninth-level mage. He cannot compete with the other three parties in terms of high-level combat effectiveness, and is not as good as the other party in terms of basic combat effectiveness.

Coupled with the sudden attack by San Carlos under the leadership of Duke, eight of the twelve cities originally in the hands of the church have been lost, leaving only four cities struggling to resist with the remaining strength of the church.

At this time, the Pope brought them to see the divine envoy. They thought that the divine envoy would be their hope, but they did not expect that this divine envoy turned out to be an ordinary person who had never been exposed to magic.

After the two communicated with each other using their spiritual power, Du Bois said: "My lord, the envoy, is there anything else you can do?"

Stillanqi's excitement gradually subsided, because he knew that Wang brought him here for more than just letting him receive treatment. He asked: "Did you encounter any difficulties?"

Silence...Silence is Cambridge tonight.

In the end, Du Bois suppressed his dissatisfaction with the envoy and told Strange about the predicament they were encountering.

"Ah, I'm here to save you."

Strange was very surprised. He really didn't expect it, "But I'm just an ordinary person...I haven't even been exposed to magic."

"But this is God's will..."

Strange froze in the stretching exercise he had been doing since just now. The three people's eyes intertwined, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward and... stiff.

In San Carlos.

Duke had just adapted to his body when the pendant in his arms flickered, "Duke, I sensed a very large range of space fluctuations in your room. You are studying space magic again."

Duke pondered for a moment and replied: "I have nothing to do, I just want to explore."

"Duke, I have warned you more than once not to study such dangerous things. Space is not something we can explore. You have not even explored the true meaning of elements. Space is the domain of the true god. Do you want to provoke the wrath of the true god?"

"The true God has not appeared for tens of thousands of years."

The other person was silent for a moment, "Duke, I don't know why you are so eager for the magic system of the True God Church. The power of the True God Church comes entirely from the True God, and their magic system has no reference whatsoever.

Don’t you know the reason why the three empires have not persecuted the church too much over the years?

I know you are still young and have higher potential than us, but the true God does exist.

The proof is that every generation of popes are ninth-level mages. Even if they were ordinary people before taking the throne, they will become ninth-level mages overnight after they succeed to the throne. The true God has never given up on them.

The realm of space is the inviolable realm of the true God.

I still recommend that you give up research on this aspect.

In addition, I have ordered the front line to slow down the offensive. As long as the church hands over their magical knowledge, I will order them to withdraw. "

Duke sneered: "Hey, you obviously want space magic too, and how can you guarantee that what they hand over must be what I want?"

"Duke, don't push yourself too hard. I tolerated you many times because of your youth, but don't make me angry.

Although the true God has not set his sights on our world, it does not mean that you can violate the majesty of the true God at will.

I warn you that if you continue to wage war, Qiao Shuer and I will imprison you together.

You can't fight two ninth-level mages at the same time."

Duke said: "I know, I will pay attention."

It seems that the original Duke was a very arrogant person, probably the youngest ninth-level mage in the world, and this Duke lacked respect for Ancient One.

It seemed that Ancient One had wiped out this man's soul and stuffed Duke over.

Duke rubbed his eyebrows. There are careerists in every world. While these ninth-level mages are in awe of Ancient One, they are also always thinking about expanding their rights and increasing their power.

It's just that Duke made it too obvious before. He must have very few friends. This character is very convenient for Duke's current behavior. No one will question him because of his weird behavior.

"Duke, stop studying the field of space." The other party warned Duke again.

Duke hummed, and the light from the sapphire on his chest dimmed.

Duke looked at what he was wearing. He was wearing a blue robe, which was very smooth and bright, as if it was made of the fur of some kind of monster. In addition, there was a sapphire hanging on his chest.

The room he was in was also very messy, with messy materials and corpses emitting various colors of light piled beside the fireplace, like a hill.

A spray station burning with raging flames was placed against a whole cabinet of bottles and cans. There were no labels on the bottles and cans, but they all exuded a strong sense of danger, especially the conspicuous color of the liquid in them and the sound that sounded from time to time. Gurgling noises.

If Duke guessed correctly, this Duke was still doing experiments before he arrived. He saw a wolf-like head still dripping with blood on the table, and there were others next to it that emitted a faint light. plant.

The others are books and scattered papers everywhere. Hanging on the dark gray stone walls are various patterns and letters similar to molecular formulas, mysterious symbols and semicircular arrays carved on the floor with a knife. These should be Knowledge related to Duke research.

Duke tidied up the room a little, probably because of the influence of the Ancient One. The language here was very similar to the Western language that Duke knew. Duke simply looked at the Aling that Wang had given him before. If you are proficient in the Eritrean language, you almost know the language here.

Now Duke can understand the combination of some materials recorded on the paper on the ground and their effects, but Duke is temporarily unable to connect the formula with those bottles and jars.

Duke searched the bookshelf, but there was no book marked with the words basic and introductory. Presumably, a ninth-level mage would not need such basic things.

Walking out the door and walking down the spiral staircase, there were several people in gray robes walking around among different tables and various operating instruments.

Seeing Duke coming down, they all stopped what they were doing, bowed in unison and said: "Master Duke"

Duke pointed at someone casually and said, "You, come here."

It was a fourth-level mage. San Carlos knew that Mage Duke had a very bad temper. He often beat and scolded his servants, and even used them as experimental drugs. Being his servant was very dangerous, but there were still countless people. All the mages flocked to him.

Because Duke is one of the few top mages in the world, getting his guidance can be better than a lot of hard work, and Duke has not accepted a disciple yet.

Even if he is not selected as a disciple by Duke, as long as he spends enough time in Duke's mage tower, almost all organizations will open their doors to him after he comes out.

Seeing Duke pointing at him, the young mage was excited and nervous at the same time. This feeling was like scratching a prize, because he didn't know whether Duke was happy or unhappy now.

If Duke is happy, a very good job must be waiting for him. If Duke is in a bad mood, he may be unlucky this time.

"Is there any basic academy or something here? Take me there."

After hearing Duke's words, the young mage breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes."