Lucien had analyzed the magic model of Starlight Shield very thoroughly, and he had tried to construct it many times. He had already memorized the data of the lines and spatial relationships, and he had no doubts about his own calculation and construction methods. Therefore, he calmly let his soul condense transparent lines that were almost illusory and let them slowly construct a complicated three-dimensional model that was all straight lines.
As the "soul lines" appeared and connected together precisely, Lucien sensed that they did not show any signs of chaos or collapse. At the same time, he found that his spiritual power was greatly consumed. After only one-third of the model was constructed, he only had half of his spiritual power left.
"I have to use every bit of my spiritual power precisely." Lucien did not panic or worry. He looked at his soul as if he were observing an experiment. He tried to control his spiritual power so that it would not waste any of his spiritual power in the process of guiding the vibration of the soul to condense the lines.
Also, Lucien was also absorbing the elements of earth, fire, wind, and water to slowly restore part of his spiritual power without causing any trembling or mistakes in the soul lines.
This was the advantage of having enough knowledge and a thorough understanding of the magic model. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be distracted when he was concentrating on the calculation and construction. Also, most of the magic apprentices did not completely analyze and grasp the magic model when they constructed it, so they could only try slowly and rely on the feedback of failure to adjust the lines until they completed the final magic model. In this way, the consumption of spiritual power was naturally several times or even more than that of Lucien. Therefore, they often dared to try to make a breakthrough when their spiritual power was close to that of an official sorcerer. Some of them even had to rely on the combination of the "Magic Gate" potion that could greatly replenish their spiritual power in this state and contain the correct magic model.
As time went by, Lucien's consciousness gradually became unstable, and his spiritual power was close to drying up. However, the magic model of Starlight Shield was approaching perfection. It was like a small transparent pyramid made of many straight lines. During this process, Lucien's structure did not have any problem at all.
Lucien had an illusion that his whole body and hands were shaking, but he still held back the discomfort and squeezed out the last bit of spiritual power. He steadily condensed the last soul line with the vibration as if he was performing an operation on a patient.
When this "soul line" was connected to the "small pyramid", the entire model was completed. It suddenly collapsed and condensed, crazily absorbing the surrounding star power.
Astral energy gushed forth, pouring into the collapsing model. Even Lucien's soul was completely dyed in a resplendent glow, causing Lucien to feel an intense pain from the depths of his soul.
His consciousness as a bystander was already very blurry, but Lucien's determination to never give up was still holding on.
At this time, gentle and clear starlight blossomed from his soul, soothing all kinds of pain and illusions. Lucien's spectator consciousness was stabilized.
When the starlight disappeared, Lucien saw that there was an illusionary crystal the size of a fingernail around the reflection of his Host Star of Destiny inside his soul. It was the model of Starlight Shield in the shape of a small pyramid.
Although his soul itself was still illusory and untouchable, it was denser and more stable. Lucien even had the illusion that the faint starlight was flowing. Some kind of qualitative change that Lucien could not tell had happened!
Opening his eyes, Lucien felt that his soul and spiritual power were unprecedentedly strong. As long as he wanted to, he could instantly cast Starlight Shield. So he smiled and said to himself,
"Hello, Mr. Lucien, sorcerer."
There was pure joy in his smile, because Lucien believed that this was something that he had earned with his own ability and hard work. It was something that belonged to him completely. He was happier and more satisfied than the success of the concert, the crazy response of the symphonic music, and the beginning of an era.
… …
"Only ten minutes? Hehe, one more minute and my spiritual power would have been exhausted. Knowledge is indeed the foundation of magic … "Lucien saw from the hourglass on the other table that there were only three minutes left before the defense collapsed, so he gave up the idea of building another magic model.
Lucien's spiritual power was now full. He believed that he could cast two to three hundred apprentice-level spells and almost twenty first-circle spells in a row, which was a qualitative leap compared to before. As long as he could completely analyze the magic model without exceeding the limit of his soul, he could build another one in a few minutes, such as the model of Magic Missile. However, there was not enough time. He had to wait for the right time to leave.
"Remember, keep moving forward and don't look back." According to Maskelyne's message, leaving through the small door of the magic garden might still be dangerous. "
Lucien stood up and pulled the door, but it did not move at all.
Then, according to the method left by Maskelyne, Lucien easily unlocked the first layer of the seal of Sun's Corona with the spiritual power and strength of an official sorcerer. Now, he could use the two divine spells, Holy Strike and Undead Resist.
After doing all this, Lucien counted the remaining time in his mind and rushed into the rooms on both sides. He could not let those materials go to waste!
"I can't take the materials that are too dangerous! Who knows what will happen later? If the magic container in which the materials are stored is damaged and they leak out, I'll be selected for the stupidest way to die in the Darwin Evolution Award. "
"I can't take the materials that I don't know. It will waste a lot of time just to see if they are dangerous or not, and I only have two minutes left."
… …
Lucien calmly eliminated all kinds of greedy but inappropriate thoughts. In one and a half minutes, he took a tube of Vampire's Blood, two tubes of Aether, two handfuls of Fairy's Hair, three tubes of Stiniar's Burning Powder and a box of Magic Oil. Some of them were casting materials, and some of them were the key to making magic potions. For example, Water Song needed Vampire's Blood and Aether.
When there were only fifteen seconds left, Lucien held back his greed and returned to the hall. Standing in front of the door leading to the magic garden, he carefully waited for the magic lock to start to collapse.
"Ten seconds, nine seconds … three seconds, two seconds …"
The whole hall suddenly started to shake slightly. The small black door jumped back as if it was alive, revealing a long, endless gray corridor. On both sides of the corridor, there were all kinds of monster-like magic plants.
The pale white flame in the fireplace and the soft black, white and gray around suddenly had countless cracks. Silently, like broken glass, they peeled off bit by bit, revealing the eternal silence and the eternal monotonous contrast of black, white and gray.
Seeing the small black door retreating, Lucien did not care how it came to life, nor was he surprised by the destruction of the scenery around him. Turning into a faint white shadow, he directly rushed into the gray corridor that was not broken yet.
"Wa … Wa … Wa …"
The sound of a baby crying came from behind Lucien, but it was soon drowned by the silence.
Lucien did not look back. Instead, he carried out the speed of Moonlight Blood. The magic plants on both sides suddenly moved. A tall, common tree hurriedly uprooted itself and ran crazily on Lucien's left side as if it had grown legs. The branches it waved brushed past Lucien's face several times.
Some of the other bizarre-shaped magic plants floated in the air, some jumped forward like frogs, and some twisted off their heads and threw them forward, only to have their heads grow back again. All in all, when Lucien ran forward in the seemingly endless gray corridor, the creatures on both sides of him were all so weird.
Lucien was the fastest. Except for the magic plants that were right in front of him, more and more of them were left behind.
"Wuwuwu" cries, "Hahaha" laughter, and "Wuwuwu" groans could be heard from time to time, but they would disappear immediately, as if there was a monster with a huge mouth behind them that swallowed them all.
The magic plants on both sides became crazier and crazier. Dozens of black snake-like branches suddenly entangled Lucien, and things that looked like dry palms suddenly emerged from Lucien's feet.
Lucien was not curious about what was going on behind him. He was only focused on moving forward. At this moment, he leaped and happened to dodge the branches and the palms.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! "
The miserable screams of the dying echoed in Lucien's ears nonstop. Countless pale and hideous wraiths appeared in front of him. They floated in the air and waved their arms, blocking Lucien from all kinds of unbelievable angles.
The floor of the corridor was also densely covered with milky white, finger-sized maggots. They had faces that looked like crying children. They wriggled and swarmed toward Lucien.
Facing such an obstacle, Lucien did not slow down at all. Suddenly, a shining spherical shield appeared around his body.
The first circle spell, Starlight Shield!
Before becoming a real sorcerer, Lucien could not cast any spells once he turned into Moonlight. Now, however, he could do so without any problems.
The arms of the wraiths were burned by the starlight, but they kept reaching in until they were completely destroyed. Meanwhile, the milky white maggots opened their mouths and gnawed at the Starlight Shield, revealing two rows of sharp, inhuman teeth.
Lucien rushed through the layers of wraiths with the wriggling maggots crawling all over his shield. Suddenly, a twisted gray crack appeared in front of him. Through the crack, he seemed to see something green.
"It's dangerous, Xiafeng! Come back, Xiafeng! "
His parents' familiar voices were calling him.
"Lucien! Don't go any further! You'll die!"
Chorre, John, and Victor nervously tried to stop him.
Everything was so real, but there was only one thought in Lucien's mind, "Keep moving forward! Don't look back!"
A few deep cracks appeared in the gray corridor under his feet. Lucien jumped into the cracks.
The cracks spread silently, and Lucien jumped into them!
The soul maggots were destroyed one after another. Although he was safe now, Lucien did not look back to see what was going on behind him.
It was the same feeling of passing through the cold and silent curtain again. However, as a real sorcerer, Lucien no longer felt dizzy.
The cold night wind blew on his body, bringing with it the smell of life.
"Lucien?" Lucien heard a familiar voice with great surprise.
Lucien also looked up in surprise. It was Natasha, who was riding a black dragon scale horse in the wild. She was wearing the milky-white but badly damaged Blood Dragon Armor, which made her look quite valiant. The Knight, squires, and soldiers behind her were much fewer than when Lucien sent her away. They were all exhausted, and some of them were even injured.
The strangest thing was that Lucien did not see Camille, nor did he see Sylvia or her father, who was always with Natasha.
…
In the small town of Bonn, the thick darkness was broken bit by bit, and a thin layer of haze was revealed.
The Elsinore Lake outside the town was completely frozen, as if it had become an oil painting. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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