Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 662 Danya System
Extraordinary personified.

For Cyril, this vocabulary is still a concept that only exists on paper.It seems that extraordinary people don't like to directly use their "extraordinary avatars" to fight, or the expression of their avatars is too subtle for Cyril to see.

Anyway, whether it was from the heart of the tree, Ilandar, Stanley Clemens, or Benjamin Cloris, he didn't see the other party call out a humanoid avatar, and then the humanoid continued to punch, shouting O! La Ola Ola Ola—

In retrospect, there didn't seem to be many bells and whistles in the super-level battles. During Stanley Clemens' crazy attempt to revive Urella, he beat himself to death with just some use of magic power.

The professional level is a door, and the extraordinary is a wall. After turning over, you can see the hidden rules of this world.

Cyril understands this way, but even now that his magic power storage has reached a level that is unmatched by an ordinary professional level with several transformations of his body, theoretically speaking, it is enough to climb over the wall in front of him.

But he hasn't found where the wall is yet.

The extraordinary incarnation was his only clue to find the wall.He clearly remembered what Ellandar, the heart of the tree, said to himself:
"With a pure individual existence, the tempering of the limbs and torso that the professional level can give has reached the extreme. If you want to continue to break through on this basis, you can only seek vertical improvement."

"The great Nora and the main gods have built a complete framework for this world together. The magic power is free in this framework, and it is the only medium that can improve the power in the framework."

"But the improvement of magic power will also be limited by the strength of the body. To have enough reserves for the magic power to be promoted, we need a new magic power carrier."

"We're calling it: Avatar."

"On the basis of the professional level, refine and condense an extraordinary incarnation that can perfectly accommodate magic power, and continue to temper it, this is the key to breaking through to extraordinary..."

Cyril was pondering these words in his mind at the moment, and no matter how he thought about it, something was wrong.

The extraordinary incarnation is a brand-new way of storing magic power developed because the body limits the carrying of magic power. In other words, it is like a large kettle, which is specially taken out of the body to store magic power.

But now my situation seems to be different: my magic power has already thrown other professional levels five or six blocks away. According to this theory, my own magic power is actually equal to other people's body plus extraordinary power. The avatar's mana reserves...

Then does he still need to start from condensing the extraordinary incarnation step by step according to what Yilandar said?

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply chose to start with his unformed "incarnation".

"Anis."

With a light flick of the fingertips on the long sword, a shadow emanates from the hilt, merges with the blue light condensed on the blade, and soon turns into a blue and black wind knight image.

He watched the image of the wind knight become more and more solid. With the concentration of magic power, the cyan and black on his body gradually receded. In the end, he was no different from a real person, just standing in front of him.

Cyril was taken aback - when he played against Vishlingen before, Ennis was still an honest wind knight, at most he had more shadow elements than other wind knights.

But at this moment, Ennis is already lifelike, if it is not summoned by him, it is really impossible to tell that it is a summoner of wind element with the naked eye.

"Ennis." He tried to communicate with Ennis.

Ennis moved stiffly, then slowly leaned forward.

"An outstanding battle, Your Excellency, and thank you for calling."

Was he talking about the battle with Vesselingen?
Cyril frowned slightly.

His positioning standard for "extraordinary incarnation" is not clear. At first, ordinary wind knights were cultivated as extraordinary avatars, and then evolved into wind brigade knight Ennis; but the positioning of extraordinary avatars should still be a magic container, He forcibly cultivated some wisdom...

But now this look of being able to replay the last battle is too smart!

As if seeing Cyril's doubts, Ennis twitched his stiff face at the corner of his mouth, and smiled: "Don't panic, I borrowed your wind element creation."

He said, pointing to the top of his head.

"Above? You mean...the white ring?"

[He left a path of his own in the white ring for future generations to explore].

Ennis nodded deeply: "Your Excellency's previous enemy activated my professional imprint left in the white ring, so I was able to talk to you... It's hard to imagine that someone actually took this path."

"Wishlingen activated the imprint you left..." Cyril was thoughtful, but still focused on the matter in front of him: "So, you are a... projection?"

"The premise of the projection is that the real body still exists." Ennis shook his head, "And I can only be regarded as a remnant consciousness, and I have recorded some promotion experience for future generations to walk out of the 'White Ring' farther."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and tapped lightly towards the front.Cyan and black interlaced lines spread out from his body, forming a circular sand table at his fingertips.

This sand table is rapidly evolving, first a door is raised, behind the door is an empty smooth road, and at the end of the road is a wall.

Over the wall, there is a wilderness made of elements, and in the center of the wilderness is a towering white tower.

With his other hand, he drew two arcs from the front, back and left and right ends of the circular sand table, and the arcs converged at the top of the White Tower.

After these two arcs were drawn, one gradually turned into a thin white line, slowly rotating around the entire sand table, while the other turned into a thick black line, which stood there firmly, motionless.

"Enno's Gate, Monroe's Wall, Shiffin Plains, White Tower Liandel, White Ring and... Black Hall."

Cyril looked at the sand table made of elements, and subconsciously reported the titles he knew.

When he looked up at Ennis again, Ennis was also nodding to him.

"Do you know the meaning of each noun?"

Cyril shook his head - this is a concept that has never appeared in the game, and no one has explained it to him.

"These are called Danya systems."

"Ino, Monroe, Shiffin, and Leander are the original four guards, the four most trusted subordinates of Danya, and he named the system he built after them."

"The free elements are outside the gate of Ino."

He picked up his fingers again, put a few flexible wind elements with long tails on his fingertips, and then passed them from the periphery of the sand table towards the door.

"They can gather in many ways, as long as they are condensed enough, they can pass through the Gate of Ino."

After these elements were sent through the door, they were immediately stacked into a "brick". As Ennis moved his fingers up and down, the wind element gradually changed its shape, whether it was longer or shorter, but it was still a whole.

"This is what we call a profession." Cyril subconsciously responded to Ennis' words, listening intently, unwilling to let go of any information.

"They can expand freely here, but they can't easily reach the wall behind." Ennis continued, "From the perspective of the sand table, the Gate of Ino and the Wall of Monroe are all on the same plane, but In fact, the location of Monroe's Wall is higher than Ino's Gate."

He waved his fingers, and the wall around Monroe's Wall and the parts inside were suddenly elevated by one level, and they were staggered from the entire sand table.

"No matter how they expand, if they are only limited to the plane they are in, they will not be able to cross this wall."

"Therefore, they need to elevate themselves to a higher level and sublimate their original concepts."

"Sublimation——" Cyril repeated Ennis' words, his eyes fixed on the sand table, and the expression on his face couldn't help changing: "The strength of the body limits the breakthrough of magic power, and the extraordinary incarnation is a brand new magic power carrier... no , the Avatar is not a kettle, it is a processing machine..."

"Extraordinary incarnation?" Ennis was puzzled by the term proposed by the young man in front of him. Cyril explained it to him casually, then nodded immediately, "Yes, it is a processing machine."

"Transform the elements to a higher level, purify, refine, whatever you say." Cyril was thoroughly immersed in the theory that Ennis brought to him, his eyes became brighter and his speech speed increased. faster and faster:

"The attribute of the body restricts the evolution of magic power. In order to make the magic power not limited to the element pool attribute, it is necessary to refine the magic power of a completely different body, the extraordinary incarnation. I was wrong, I was wrong before—"

Sublimation, this is the biggest difference between professional and extraordinary.

Cyril previously tried to use the Wind Knight as a template for the Extraordinary Avatar, but the keynote of the Wind Knight itself is the "wind element", which does not meet the "sublimation" conditions required for the Extraordinary Incarnation.

Ennis watched Cyril's pale green eyes become brighter, and a smile appeared on his already more natural face.

He didn't expect that the imprint he left would really be activated one day. The two elements of wind and shadow correspond to different directions. There are not many people who can use the two at the same time, not to mention the prerequisite professional conditions are knights. it's -

Knights are against the shadows.

"Let me finish the story for you first." He said, "Through sublimation, after tempering the magic power once, I climbed over the wall of Monroe and came to the Plain of Shiffin."

"The characteristic of the Xifen Plain is comprehensive."

"It is a synthesis of countless chaotic elements. Just like Shiffin himself, no god is willing to fight Shiffin, because he can always stand on his restrained surface to attack."

"This is a turbulent flow. You need to continuously extend your magic power in this turbulent flow. Whether it is tempered to be tougher or absorbing external elements to become larger, your ultimate goal is to reach the plain center of."

"White Tower Liander?" Cyril had recovered and followed Ennis' train of thought again.

"White Tower Liandel."

"What's in the White Tower?"

"I don't know." Ennis shook his head lightly this time, "I stopped in the turbulent flow of magic power in the Xifen Plain, which is already my limit. But according to the people of the gods, there is hidden in the White Tower. 'The key, as long as you enter the White Tower, you will get a chance for final ascension."

"Then... become a god?"

"Perhaps." Ennis said noncommittally, "But there was no one who could enter the White Tower in the second era, and I don't think there was such a person in the era of civilization after that—some people say that the gods closed the White Tower when they left door, I suppose it should be like this."

Cyril settled down, and then pointed to the other two parts on the sand table.

"Then what do the white ring and the black hall refer to?"

"The black hall is the foundation of the world, and everything is built on the black hall."

"The white ring is the collection of laws of the world. The composition of all elements will be compiled into the white ring. If you are lucky, you can leave your name in the white ring."

Ennis said, and suddenly frowned and said, "Your magic power is not balanced, and the power in the shadow part is too scarce... I think we need to meet again next time."

He didn't even give Cyril a chance to ask, those black lines collapsed in an instant, and the remaining cyan parts also collapsed naturally.

In the blink of an eye, Ennis, who was standing in front of Cyril just now, completely disappeared.

In the room, only Cyril was left.

Cyril stood quietly for a long time, then let out a long breath, and sat back on his seat.

He has a deeper understanding of the so-called transcendence and has established a research direction. He is very excited at the moment. After closing his eyes and meditating for a while, he then fetches a pen and paper, and starts to draft his own ideas at his desk.

"Extraordinary. It is necessary to determine the direction of changing the existing magic power. The wind element is too scattered, compressed? Refined?"

"This needs to be based on the confirmation of the fighting method. Is the current fighting method clear?"

The young man buried his head at his desk and wrote continuously, his thoughts became clearer and clearer in the process of writing.

From day to night, from night to day, there was a crisp cry outside the window of the La Rochelle embassy in the early morning.

When Mia knocked on the door lightly, then pushed the door and walked into Cyril's room, what she saw was a teenager who fell asleep at the desk, and the long scrolls piled up on the floor under the desk.

And meanwhile, La Rochelle, Salconen.

Her Royal Highness Princess of the Kingdom of La Rochelle, Anastasia Hermann dashed out of her dormitory, throwing off her obstructive long skirt and high heels as she ran, leaving her bare feet ran into His Majesty's bedroom.

Bishop Photios was already waiting in the room, looking at the panicked princess, he shook his head slightly.

She ran and crawled to the side of the bed, looked at the thin old man, stretched out her hand and gently pinched the latter's hand protruding from the quilt, and put her ear to the other's mouth.

A few minutes later, the hand she was pinching dropped to the side of the bed.

[Volume VI, end]

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