If he had to use a word to describe it, it would be like driving a sports car at 300 kilometers per hour on a bad road where a few pieces of gravel could jump out at any time, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other out of the window, and then, in an instant, complete the standard sense of threading a needle.
This was not something that could be done after showing off and running away.
If he was not careful, not only would he explode in minutes, even Karazhan, and even half of the Elven Forest and Twilight Forest would suffer.
Duque clenched his teeth, and then, like embroidery on a grain of rice, he carefully controlled the system elf to further purify the seemingly pure elements that had been absorbed into his body.
With arcane spells as the foundation, flames and frost as the branches, and holy, shadow, and thunder as the support, he separated the impurities from his body at high speed while further fusing the magic.
He carefully compressed them, wrapped them with his consciousness, and directed them to where they needed to go under his spiritual guidance. At the same time, every drop of magic was branded with Duque's soul.
It was a very fast process. Even though there were tens of thousands of pores all over his body that were filled with magic, Duke, with the help of the system elf, seemed to have divided his soul into tens of thousands of parts, and each part was doing its own job — filtration, purification, sublimation.
His soul was in great pain.
The pain that exceeded the limits of the physical body was not something that could be suppressed by any type of anesthetic. Because in a sense, Duque was giving up his human body and was transitioning into a spiritual body that was close to an elemental body.
Very painful!
Very painful!
Heart-Wrenching pain!
So painful that his skin was cracking inch by inch!
The feeling of being torn into millions of pieces and then ground into powder almost made Duque collapse.
But when the pain reached its peak, all of a sudden, it disappeared without a trace.
What replaced it was a sublimation.
His whole soul was light, and under his feet, there seemed to be a colorful blurry world that was opening a door that belonged only to him, Duque.
"Come! Welcome, our new companion! "A misty neutral voice said in the common language.
The six elements stood in a six-pointed star position, floating behind Duque.
His soul slowly descended, and the next moment, Duque felt as if a certain unimportant memory of his was being asked if he could read it. Duque subconsciously agreed.
Then, a majestic palace appeared in front of him.
It was a Gothic palace, somewhat similar to Notre Dame de Paris, an epoch-making landmark in the history of European architecture on Earth.
The first thing that came into view was the towering spire that pierced through the clouds. The façade had a unique style, and the structure was rigorous. It looked very majestic and solemn.
It is divided longitudinally by pilasters into three blocks, and horizontally by three bands of ornamentation, of which, at the bottom, there are three recessed doorways.
Above the doorway was the so-called Demigod Corridor. On it were statues representing the Forest God Cenarius, the White Deer God Malorne, and many others.
Higher up was the Corridor of the True God. There were clearly six statues, but the only ones that Duque could distinguish were the Moon Goddess Elune and C 'Thun. The rest were all blurry.
The huge and luxurious door opened with a loud bang.
Duque strode in.
The scene in front of him made Duque a little stunned.
The inside was more like a semicircular theater, and the position at the front was obviously for the True God. As a newly ascended Demigod, Duque could only be at the outermost circle.
Duque didn't mind. Following the guidance of his soul, he found an empty position.
He wasn't surprised that such a large temple was empty, because he saw a huge illusory existence next to his position. It was an existence that seemed both real and fake, as if it was pretending to sleep, but it also seemed like it was really sleeping.
Even in this life, Duque didn't directly come into contact with it, but he could still recognize it from its green appearance — it was the Demigod Cenarius, who should have been killed by Grandpa Roar.
Duque frowned slightly. He walked around the huge Cenarius, and when he came to his position, an elemental throne with six colors rose naturally and lifted Duque's body onto the throne.
At the same time, Duque saw his name in a daze.
It was like a pen sticker used by primary school students. It was an empty name with only a hook and no meaning. It floated not far from Duque's chest.
Duque pointed his finger, and the six elements automatically condensed on his finger according to the proportion. Duque used his finger as a pen and wrote his name in a flamboyant manner. The illusory frame absorbed Duque's name like soil absorbing rainwater.
In his spiritual vision, Duque could feel the magic power in his body disappearing at the speed of a river. At the same time, with the magic power stirring, it seemed to have become a chaotic mass with six colors in his spiritual sea. It was very unclear!
Gradually, slowly, Duque could tell that it was the divinity he had absorbed into his body. Under the washing of the high-purity magic power, the six types of divinity merged into one and bloomed with the light of life.
The chaos was constantly washed away, and the divinity in his perception became clearer.
The mark of the previous owner in the divinity separated at this time and attached a new soul name.
Blue arcane magic.
Red flames.
White frost.
Golden holiness.
Black shadows.
Purple thunder.
The six colors blended and quickly formed a rainbow. Following the movements of Duque's hands, it was shaped and fixed in Duque's soul.
This was Duque engraving his name in the core of the world.
It was also Duque shaping his demigod soul — a super strong soul that was far superior to ordinary souls.
Duque's magic power and soul power continued to be consumed at a high speed at this time.
If it was an ordinary demigod who did not have enough accumulation, they might run out of power and then be destroyed on the way to becoming a demigod.
But Duque was not an ordinary demigod. Since he had chosen a more complex divinity structure, he also had a wider source of divine power.
He could even clearly feel that on the two continents of the eastern kingdom and Kalimdor, countless mages, priests, druids, and shamans were supporting him faintly, using their overflowing magic to quietly replenish Duque's consumption.
Similarly, in the fire elemental world and the water elemental world, there was also a good amount of magic replenishment.
Of course, as the core arcane magic, Duque could only rely on Karazhan's reserves. That was the overflowing energy from the void and other spaces that Karazhan had accumulated for countless years.
Suddenly, Duque saw a vague figure. Although it was vague, he still recognized who it was at a glance!
"Medivh?"
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