Absolute Protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

The northern part of the mainland, the emerald capital.

The former capital of the Baia Empire, the Holy City of the Church.

The mage in a crimson robe stood in the magnificent hall of the church, facing the sacred and solemn statue in front of him.His temples were stained with a little frost, and there were faint wrinkles between his brows. He looked at the statue with calm and serious eyes, like a special researcher.

The mage's crimson robe seemed to be ignited by flames, and the crimson flames burned upwards from the bottom bit by bit, showing distinct changes in layers.Strands of silver threads interweave into mysterious runes on the red robe, which seems to show his identity different from other mages.

The golden light sprinkled down from the high dome, and the dancing light illuminated the snow-white wall behind the statue.The mural "God's Arrival" on the wall, which was painted by famous masters and has gone through hundreds of years, is vivid in brilliance.

It seems that the gods in the painting really stepped down from the clouds in this brilliance, bent down and stretched out their hands to the believers in the mire, with indescribable tenderness and compassion.

In front of the mural, the sacred and solemn statue still stands silently, and the unique coldness of marble makes him look silent and ruthless.

The red-robed sorcerer stood quietly in place, admiring this extremely contradictory yet thrillingly beautiful scene.

"Pity……"

He sighed softly, turned around and walked out, without looking back, but clenched the staff in his hand.

The turbulent elemental fluctuations gathered at the top of the staff, like a small sun compressing and expanding.Above the sky, a rain of meteors and fire fell all over the sky.

The majestic and sacred cathedral burned in a sea of ​​flames, and the raging flames alarmed countless nobles and civilians in the Emerald City.

"Do not!!!"

Some fanatical believers rushed into the sea of ​​flames desperately, trying to extinguish the fire, but in the end they were turned into ashes together with the church.More people fell to the ground, subconsciously reciting prayers to pray for the forgiveness of the gods.There was unparalleled consternation and panic in their distorted expressions, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably like convulsions, as if they had suddenly faced the baptism of the devil from purgatory.

The red-robed mage walked out of the sea of ​​flames, and the apprentice standing respectfully behind him looked at the teacher with astonishment and puzzlement, as well as deep shock.He whispered: "Teacher, the nobles of the Emerald City have already agreed to the entry of our magic council, why do they want to destroy this holy cathedral? I mean, at least... At least it can be used as the headquarters of our magic council , isn't it?"

The apprentice's voice became smaller and smaller. At this moment, he didn't notice the faint tremor in his voice.

"Why not?" The voice of the red-robed mage was as calm as his expression, and he stared at the statue, "The church has been rooted in this continent with the Baia Empire for thousands of years. Even if the so-called gods disappear, those who claim to be The priests of the gods have also become ordinary people. The ignorant people still believe in the prestige of the church."

"They don't want to believe that they were abandoned by God, instead they blame the pope and the priests for all their sins, and they are nothing more than praying for the return of the gods."

If not, even with the support of most of the nobles, it is impossible for the mages to enter the holy city so easily and "obey the public opinion" to pull the high-ranking pope off the altar for trial.

The apprentice opened his mouth: "But..."

"All of us grew up bathed in the glory of the church, and the first words we learned came from the creation poems of the gods. The sacred power of the gods is rooted in almost everyone's heart, forming an insurmountable holy mountain... The red-robed mage turned around and stared at his apprentices, his gaze seemed to penetrate people's hearts, "This includes me and you. It also includes most of the mages in the council."

The apprentice's breathing fluttered subconsciously, as if he had been poked into something in his subconscious mind.

"If we can't push down the mountain in our hearts, our Magic Council will only stop at the foot of the mountain forever. It is even more impossible to replace the status of the church."

He turned around and looked at the fanatics rushing towards the sea of ​​flames, and the crowd kneeling on the ground begging for forgiveness from the gods. Under the silver-white hair, the face that looked old and wise showed calm and indifference at the moment.

"Only by stepping on the ruins of this temple can a brand new magic council be established."

The surging flames illuminated half of the city behind him, gusts of wind arose from the sea of ​​flames, and a mage wearing the same style of red robe cast a flight spell and landed.It's just that there are not so many exquisite silver runes on the magic robe.

The new mage saluted the spiritual leader of the Magic Council in front of him.

"Lord Saugus, there is news from the south." He whispered, "There are still omissions in the last operation, and the blood of the imperial family has not been completely cleared."

Saugus's eyes turned to him immediately.

"The seventeenth prince of the Baia Empire, Isel Sivis, is probably not dead."

·The southern part of the mainland, Kale City.

This is an inconspicuous small town on the mainland, but the boundary between nobles and commoners is still as clear as a chasm.The aristocrats lived concentratedly in a few blocks in the west of the city, while the common people lived in a few dark streets in the east end called slums.

At the end of one of the dark streets, in a dilapidated courtyard.

"Crack——" "Ah!!!"

A scream sounded, Chu Si let go of his hand, and watched the young man named Chris clutching his knees in the original owner's memory and yelling, as if he hadn't recovered from the bone-setting pain.

He shook his head with a smile on his face.

…Since he was already injured, he fell again, and he was lying in the puddle for so long, why did he not really react until now?

"No way, just bear with it for now." He said a few words of symbolic comfort, "My power is not allowed to be used in this world. And the so-called divine technique mastered by the original owner of this body has also long since expired."

"Of course, maybe you can also ask those red robes for help. I think they should be very happy."

"No, it's already very good." Chris shook his head quickly and nodded again, quietly looking at the young man in front of him with a pair of dark brown eyes, "Thank you, Your Excellency."

Of course he understood who the red robe the young man was referring to was.

Since the collapse of the empire, many nobles, large and small, have divided their territories, forming scattered duchies and kingdoms.

The first thing for these countries to be established is to bring the priests of the church who have lost their magic to the trial stand on the charge of dishonesty and blasphemy; the second thing is to welcome the Magic Council to settle in.Even ordinary people in remote places like Chris have heard of such a sensational event.Now there are mages from the Magic Council in every city, and Kale City is no exception.

only……

Glancing at the blood-stained ground in the yard, Chris couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Not long ago, he witnessed this mysterious being make a move, and more than a dozen red-robed mages disappeared from the world like this.

Don't say that Chris has no sense of mages because of Father Anderson. Even if he really has any ideas, he will never have the courage to implement them.

"Master Issel!"

There was a sound of pattering footsteps from the courtyard door that had already fallen to the ground, and an eight or nine-year-old girl stepped on the door and ran in, with panting blush floating on her thin and pale face.Her dark brown curly hair swayed in front and behind her as she ran.

"Huh...huh..."

"Master Iser, I have bought all the potion ingredients you mentioned." Isa raised a bag of bulging things in her hand as if offering a treasure, her sapphire-like eyes flashed twice, "With these, Chris' wound Will it be all right?"

"Hmm... I think it should be fine." The boy took the package, his golden hair swaying slightly with his subtle movements.He smiled and blinked, his deep blue eyes were like lakes rippling in the sun, "If nothing goes wrong."

Isa immediately laughed happily.

Before the red-robed mages came to the door, the original Isel immediately told the children here to stay in the house, and he walked out alone.So until it is safe now, Yisha doesn't understand what happened.

All she knew was that Lord Iser, who seemed very arrogant before, seemed much closer now than before.Although this is just a gentle illusion.

The other children beside him couldn't help cheering, and looked at Chu Si expectantly.

The curvature of Chu Si's lips deepened, and that flawless face seemed to be shining in the sun.Full of confidence, he took the package of materials and utensils and walked into the next room.

It's not just Chris's healing medicine, but also some other medicines he prepared to configure.After all, his power is currently limited in this world, and before he learns the extraordinary system of this world, he can only temporarily take the pharmacist route.

Things like magic potions... Although he himself is a novice, he has the original knowledge about pharmacy, and Chu Si has also had experience in compounding chemical reagents.

Half an hour passed.

"boom!"

There was a cracking sound, and another test tube exploded.A thick black smoke shot out from it, and exploded into a black cloud in front of Chu Si.

Chu Si: ...

Looking at the pile of residue in front of him and the last test tube next to him, Chu Si blinked with a confused expression.

Emmmmm, every operation is exactly the same as the description in the memory of the original body, and the semi-finished medicine is even more complete in color and fragrance—no, it looks perfect, why does the last step always fail?

He carefully read the memory of the original body again.Suddenly, it seems to be mentioned that the medicine preparation in this world is not 100% successful. Even if every step is extremely precise, there is only a 99% probability of success, and there is still a 1% possibility of failure.

Because this is a world where gods exist, and everyone believes in the destiny that exists in the dark.And everyone's fate fluctuates up and down.Whether it is casting magic, divine spells, configuring potions, or refining equipment, a little bit of luck is required.

Thinking of this, Chu Si suddenly understood.

He himself has mastered the rules related to disasters and disasters, and he has never been unlucky.He had reason to suspect that it was the petty world consciousness that was playing tricks.

"It's really not good..."

On the world source stone as bright as the sun in the system space, the continuous power was temporarily extracted by Chu Si.A faint aura flashed over him.In the clear sky outside the window, thunder and lightning crisscrossed.But after a short while, everything returned to calm.

Faintly made some deterrent and py transactions to a certain existence, Chu Si happily bent the corners of his lips, wrapped up the materials prepared next to him with mental power, and once again devoted himself to the preparation of the medicine.

This time he really succeeded.

... Sure enough, he said that he couldn't be so wrong.