Moke brought everyone through the hall, and walked down the stairs. Very quickly, they entered the basement of the tower. The thick walls blocked the morning sunlight, and the surrounding air was also a little turbid. However, this slightly gloomy atmosphere could not cover the intense magical wave. This was the core of the entire tower. All the magical devices in the tower were supported by these few tightly shut secret rooms in front of them.
The few engineers who personally designed the tower were undoubtedly the most knowledgeable about all of this. Of course, they knew that among these secret rooms, there was one that was specially used to provide power for the tower. Until now, they still remembered that on a night when the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, this President Felic came to the unfinished tower alone, and embedded a fiery red magical crystal into the mana source. From then on, the entire tower was always enveloped by a huge magical force …
The engineers did not understand what kind of magical crystal that was, but they knew that the magical force contained in that magical crystal was definitely enough to make most of the mages in this world go crazy …
But this time, what everyone wanted to enter was not the secret room where the mana source was placed, but the one at the side …
Moke personally opened the door of the secret room, and what appeared in front of everyone was a dark red light. Looking from afar, it was like a pool of blood under the night sky, filled with a bloody and mysterious aura.
Lin Li stood in front of that dark red, and not a single one of the 10 Wards of Bad Luck was missing.
"President Felic, these are the 10 Wards of Bad Luck that you wanted."
"Thank you." Lin Li nodded, and did not care about the provocation in Moke's gaze. He only stood there quietly, and felt the waves of magical wave coming from that dark red.
Moke was indeed a Master of Inscription. These 10 Wards of Bad Luck were completed quite beautifully. Whether it was the distribution of mana or the drawing technique, it could definitely be said to be a rare quality product. From Lin Li's point of view, these 10 Wards of Bad Luck only had one flaw, and that was that they were too close together …
This could be because of Moke's character. He was naturally stingy, and liked to repeatedly compress the inscription space. The Countercurrent mageweath outside proved this point. Of course, it could also be because Moke's attainments in magic were not enough. He had just broken through to the Archmage realm at the age of 40. Naturally, he could not be like Lin Li, who had an almost instinctive sensitivity towards magic. He lacked sufficient attainments in magic, and was too focused on the inscription design, causing Moke to make a small mistake. These 10 Wards of Bad Luck were independent of each other. If the space was too close together, it would cause them to interfere and repel each other. The disorder of the magical wave was very likely to cause some unpredictable accidents …
But to Lin Li, this was not important …
What Lin Li needed was not some Ward of Bad Luck at all …
The use of the Ward of Bad Luck was actually very evil. Normally, only those Necromancers who were not strong enough would use the power of the Ward of Bad Luck. The only use of the Ward of Bad Luck was to turn the area it covered into a land of death. No matter if it was plants or animals, they would all lose their vitality in this land of death.
This was what Necromancers liked the most. They needed this kind of evil power. With the help of the Ward of Bad Luck, their Necromagic would become even stronger. No matter if it was summoning or control, it would be many times stronger than before. From a certain perspective, the Ward of Bad Luck was almost equivalent to a Humerus Domain that had been weakened countless times!
Other than that, the most common use of the Ward of Bad Luck should be magic traps.
Especially when hunting powerful magical beasts, mages needed a special method to weaken the strength and resistance of the magical beasts. At this time, the curse of the Ward of Bad Luck could be used. The magical beasts that were cursed by the Ward of Bad Luck would lose a part of their strength for a short period of time. Taking advantage of this opportunity, whether it was to capture or kill it, it would undoubtedly be much easier …
But, this was not what Lin Li wanted.
The Ward of Bad Luck could indeed strengthen Undead creatures, but among these Undead creatures, it did not include Norfeller and Ujfalusi. As a high-level Vampire, Norfeller relied on his strong physical strength and the Dark Magic that Vampires were born with. Needless to say, Ujfalusi was a noble Lich who could summon Humerus Wyrms and create the Humerus Domain. How could he be affected by a small Ward of Bad Luck?
As for magic traps …
If Lin Li wanted to, he could totally set up a magic trap that was ten times more powerful than the Ward of Bad Luck.
What Lin Li needed was some more powerful weapons …
"Mr Moke, can I borrow your Inscription Pen for a while?"
"Ah?" Lin Li's request was really strange. Moke was stunned for a long time before nodding his head hesitantly. He took out an Inscription Pen from his tool bag.
Lin Li took a look. What Moke took out was the Inscription Pen that was made of Twilight Crystal. It seemed that other than being narrow-minded, this Master of Inscription was quite generous. But, after being stunned for a while, Lin Li still shook his head. "This one might not work. Mr Moke, do you have a bigger one?"
"…" Moke almost vomited blood on the spot. After being an Inscription Master for so many years, Moke had never seen such an ungrateful person. Didn't he know that the Inscription Pen that he lent to him was a treasure that many Inscription Masters yearned for even in their dreams? And he even said "do you have a bigger one". F * ck, did he think that an Inscription Pen was like a carrot, where the bigger the better? A bigger one? If it's too big, can you f * cking stand it …
At that time, Moke felt the veins on his forehead bulging. He fiercely panted a few times before finally resisting the urge to curse out loud.
"Take it!" After taking out another Inscription Pen from his tool bag, Moke almost threw it at Lin Li's face …
"Thank you." But, Lin Li did not care much. After reaching out to receive the Inscription Pen, he even thanked him politely.
Then, Lin Li stood in front of the dark red light.
He stood there for a full ten minutes.
The secret room suddenly became quiet …
Although Moke had been suppressing his anger for a long time, at this time, he could not help but be curious. He really wanted to see what this fella wanted to do by borrowing his Inscription Pen.
Could it be …
Could it be that he wanted to modify the Ward of Bad Luck that he had set up? Just as this thought popped up in his mind, Moke could not help but laugh. His laugh had a bit of self-mockery. It seemed that the previous false alarm had really scared him to death. He actually had such a ridiculous thought.
Of course, Moke knew the Ward of Bad Luck that he had set up the best. Not to mention this layman who did not know sh * t, even if Aldwin came personally, he might not have the ability to do so. Everyone was a Master. How could it be easy to modify each other's works? Unless … Unless it was the legendary Guru of Inscription who made a move, then there might only be a slight possibility …
Not only Moke, but those engineers were also the same. They stood there and looked at Lin Li in a daze. Their natural occupational sensitivity told them that something unimaginable would most likely happen next. They really wanted to see what shocking things this young and mysterious guild president would do …
Among so many people present, Herza was probably the only one with a normal expression. This old man who had witnessed the finals in the Aurora Square with his own eyes and heard many stories from Macklin was probably the one who understood Lin Li the best. Herza knew that this young mage called Felic was a true miracle creator. No matter how unimaginable something was, as long as it happened to him, it would suddenly become logical.
In fact, when Moke had set up the Countercurrent mageweath just now, Herza had already acutely sensed something. It was just that firstly, he did not have the confidence, and secondly, he did not ask because he wanted to save Moke's face …
A layman who did not know sh * t? If Andoine heard this, who knew what kind of laugh he would have …
Time seemed to pass abnormally slowly. Everything in the secret chamber seemed to have stopped. Everyone's gaze fell on Lin Li at the same time, or rather, on the hand that was holding the Inscription Pen …
Then, they saw that young mage suddenly move …
The sparkling and translucent crystal pen lightly touched the sky-blue ink bottle. Then, a ray of sky-blue light lit up everyone's eyes.
Lin Li's movements were shockingly fast. Even those real high-level bandits might not be able to keep up with his speed. The crystal pen in his hand seemed to have turned into a stream of light, and lines appeared in the dark red. That right hand that was holding the Inscription Pen seemed to have been bestowed with some kind of life at this moment, filling everything with a fatal sense of beauty. At this moment, even those dull lines seemed to be filled with vitality. With every movement of the crystal pen, the dark red and sky blue weaved a dream-like pattern …
"Sh * t …" Seeing Lin Li move, Herza immediately knew that things were not going well. This was not a joke. Even if Herza was not very proficient in Inscription, he knew that modifying the work of another Inscription Master was definitely the biggest taboo. This was almost equivalent to slapping the face of another Inscription Master, and this Inscription Master was the authority of the Supreme Council, Master Moke …
It's over, it's over …
If it was said that the two of them only had a small dispute before, then from now on, the two of them had really become complete enemies. With Moke's narrow-mindedness, how could he tolerate such humiliation? This was really big trouble. Hopefully, it would not affect the President's inauguration ceremony in a few days …
However, the expression on Moke's face at this moment could only be described as brilliant.
From surprise to anger, and then from anger to bewilderment. Finally, everything turned into a pale white, a pale white of despair …
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