before he was crowned king

Annihilation means mutual destruction, mutual destruction.

Sean didn't speak right away, he didn't know whether the truth of the matter was the same as he understood.

"The concept of this research is very novel, and it can be said to be an unprecedented start." Professor Nick entered the state, with unconcealed fanaticism in his eyes, "You know, the formation of natural magic begins with the awakening, summoning and reorganization of elements, and What determines the one-way strength of magic is more the ability of the magician's elements to reorganize repeatedly. Continuous reorganization can superimpose and burst out extremely strong energy in an instant. This kind of energy is extremely powerful, because it is a kind of energy for the magician himself. Positive energy, so whether it is the highest eighth-level magic or the legendary forbidden spell, they cannot harm the caster."

"But to the outside world, what they release is a kind of negative energy, so they can cause a very spectacular destructive effect. In alchemy, we can also regard this phenomenon as a manifestation of the conservation of magic elements." Professor Nick looked directly at Sean's eyes, "This is one principle, but in fact there is another. We all know that in theory, matter-magic can be converted."

"Indeed, but there is no substance that can be absolutely transformed." Sean said, "Magic is infinite, but matter is limited."

"That's right, that's right, I also maintained this view a year ago." Professor Nick raised his right hand, "Until I found this."

There was a gust of wind in the room, and an ordinary bottle with a tightly sealed shape broke away from a pile of hundreds of bottles similar to itself. It was suspended in the air, and landed obediently in the palm of Professor Nick like an obedient child.

"This is the proof." Professor Nick held up the small bottle, full of energy, "I got it from the royal family, and its existence is enough to prove the possibility of complete conversion between matter and magic. I don't believe in gods, but this Things are absolutely holy."

Professor Nick used magic to clear the magic circle on the bottle, and after uncovering the stuffed lid, Sean saw the irregular black hard object again, which was Helear's God Core.It was much larger than the one they found from Kaisen's body, and the outer layer was smoother, as if it was wrapped in an extremely thin film.

"Touch and see," said Professor Nick.

Sean took the mysterious substance with both hands, and the touch was the same as the one he had touched before. It was tough and cold, different from the texture of pyroxene, and there seemed to be subtle elasticity inside.At this time, Professor Nick began to mutter words, and the surrounding air instantly condensed into a sharp entity, as if there were thousands of sharp blades pressing against every inch of his body.

Sean's pupils shrank suddenly, this is a seventh-level wind magic.

"Professor..." Sean's throat rolled.

The pressure intensified, and the invisible wind blade fell down immediately. Sean seemed to see himself torn apart, gritted his teeth slightly, and closed his eyes.

No blood, no pain.

Like thunder without rain in midsummer.

Nothing happened.

"Are you scared? This is the deepest feeling." Professor Nick's voice rang in his ear, "Relax, even though you were hit by the seventh-level wind magic, you are not injured at all."

Sean's back was covered with thin sweat, he raised his left hand and stroked his forehead, then his eyes fell on the black hard object he was holding tightly with his right hand.Just like his survival, the terrifying seventh-level magic did not leave a star point trace on this object.

Simply a miracle.

"I call it zero matter. The origin of this thing is still a mystery. As far as I know, it has been stored in the Holy See of Light and is under the control of the archbishop. After you have just experienced it yourself, you will deeply understand what I just said. After finishing speaking, Professor Nick took out a small jar from his arms and poured it into his mouth, "It's been too long without advanced magic, I really can't stand it."

Sean was still in an indescribable shock. He gently stroked the zero matter in his hand, and quickly absorbed everything that had just happened in his mind.

"Professor," Sean looked at Professor Nick and considered his words, "What kind of results does Her Majesty want us to research?"

"The royal family didn't specify the direction of research. What we want to do is naturally develop more possibilities from zero matter." Professor Nick frowned slightly, "How do they know this?"

Sean didn't answer the question. He knew that Professor Nick paid attention to personal knowledge and talent, and he was quite repulsed by the bloodline theory of the royal family and nobles.

However, as the royal family of Sanvia, who is in charge of the empire, it is hard for Sean to believe that these people are completely ignorant of zero matter.To be honest, he was a little worried, because Professor Nick didn't seem to realize the impact behind such research.

Zero matter, or the divine core left behind in the world, is probably something that will change the fate of the Saint Via Empire.

"Okay." Zero Matter returned to Professor Nick's hands, "I just want to help you deepen the concept of a more real and huge world. As your responsible tutor, before I finish studying this notebook, I will You will not be allowed to join this research. However, you have to remember that what you see and hear today is a secret, and you cannot tell it to a second person. "

Sean nodded. From the corner of his eye, he faintly saw a black cat scurrying out from the gap sealed by the window.

Leaving Professor Nick's alchemy room, Sean's head was slightly swollen, and when he returned to the dormitory, the black cat was already standing on the table, staring at him with a pair of rose-colored pupils.

"I refuse." The black cat turned its back and wagged its tail.

"I haven't said anything yet." Sean showed a helpless expression.

"Heh, human beings will always be written on their faces. Don't you think I can't see it? You are trying to trick my god core." Helear said.

Sean sat down without hiding anything, "Indeed, as you said, I want to borrow half of the divine core from you."

"You can really say it," Herrell's voice contained anger, "If I say now that I want to dig out your internal organs and inflate them for kicking, will you agree to give them to me?"

"Yes." Sean thought for a while and said, "But I will recommend you the bladder of an animal. This part is more suitable for making a ball."

"Shameless human being." The hair on the black cat's body stood up.

"Helaire, I want to study your divine core." Sean spread out a piece of parchment, "In this way, I can understand you and the gods better. We need to bet everything we have."

"Kill the God of Light..." Herrell's voice was a little indescribable, "It's as if it's true."

"Well, I promise you, and I will do it." Sean's voice was very soft, but as decisive as cutting iron, "There is no doubt about it."

Herrell was slightly taken aback, such an unsubstantiated assertion sounded simply stupid.

However, somewhere in his heart was inadvertently infected.

This is probably considered a talent, some people can always easily gain the trust of others, and thus become the entrustment of others' hopes.

"What are you writing?" The black cat was silent for a long time, its rosy eyes fell on the yellowed paper.

"Apply," Sheen said. "I'm going to join the Falcons."

"Aren't you unwilling to join?" Black Cat asked, "Because you are afraid of being the target of public criticism."

"The game of chess has changed, and a good chess player can't just do one move."

"Oh, I haven't agreed to lend it to you yet." The black cat turned its head and said.

Sean smiled, did not speak, and signed his name on the last line of the membership application.

"The study of the president of the Falcon Club is a place with a heavy mission. I don't know what the previous generation was like, but I will only invite the members I trust the most." Mars sat at the table with a smile on his face, and looked around Knocking on the application on the table, he looked at the blond young man in front of him again, "To be honest, sending out this invitation is an extremely risky move. Because you are the elite I value most this year, I don't care about the gains and losses in the process. But unexpectedly The thing is, you're the one I've been waiting for the longest,"

"I'm very sorry, Your Highness." Sean bent slightly, "Because of the sudden invitation, I was too frightened, so I dare not reply easily, for fear of disappointing His Highness's favor."

"Really?" Mars let out a chuckle, "Fortunately, I'm patient enough."

"Thank you Your Highness for your tolerance." Sean said in a low voice.

"No, fortunately you gave me a satisfactory answer, you should thank yourself." Mars's eyes hid the sharpness of winter, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "You are welcome, Sean. From now on you It's a member of the Falcons."

Sean walked out of the study and sighed softly. There were people on the left and right looking at him, as if they were looking for something special about him. He walked forward on his own, and a man and a woman happened to be walking towards him.

"Hi, Sean." The girl with straight brown hair greeted him, "I'm Fiona Cassandra, this is Alex Cabed, and we are all Falcon Club Members of the first grade."

"Hello, Fiona." Seeing the black-haired young man's eyes drifting away, not daring to look at him, Sean's mouth twitched slightly, "Hello, Alex, nice to meet you."

"You...okay." Alex said with a stiff voice, "Well, I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, and I might have to leave first."

"Well, that's alright." Fiona stared blankly at the leaving figure of the black-haired young man, "It was fine just now, what's wrong?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not very likable." Sean's tone was a little joking.

"Don't say that, Alex is not that kind of person," Fiona looked away, "I just chatted with him for a while, and he, like me, is not the kind of old-fashioned aristocrat who values ​​status."

"Really, it seems that you have a good chat." Sean nodded knowingly.

Fiona blushed slightly, and coughed a few times in embarrassment, "It's not what you think, Alex is very famous in the noble circle, I just heard some rumors about him..."

"So that's the case." Sean asked slightly, "I heard he seems to be a young viscount?"

"Who did you hear that from?" Fiona asked back.

"Isn't it?" Sean was stunned for a moment, then calmed down, "I remember that the Cabed family has a hereditary title, which was inherited by his brother before..."

"Ah, that is indeed an unfortunate thing, but until now, I haven't heard the news that Erics has inherited that title."