If the situation had developed according to Connor's prediction, it would explain why the details of the tomb's outer chamber were so crude, causing the spell formation to lose its function. The tomb owner had sensed that his death was imminent, so after putting in all his effort in building the central chamber, in order to complete the tomb as soon as possible, he had naturally slacked off on the quality of the other chambers.
Of course, regardless of the reason for the damage to the internal runic structure of the cross blade, it was not important to Connor. Now, to Connor, the only important thing was how to maximize the benefits of this fire attribute cross blade that he had brought out from the tomb!
This cross blade was a fire attribute magic artifact, and Connor was a Magus who trained in dark and spiritual energy. Although the energy attributes did not match, it did not mean that Connor was unable to use this cross blade. However, this also meant that Connor was unable to unleash the full potential of this rank 3 magic artifact.
Even if Connor, as an alchemist, had tried his best and used all his knowledge to repair 30% of the damaged internal runic structure of the cross blade, the power that this fire attribute cross blade could unleash in his hands was only slightly stronger than a peak rank 2 magic artifact. It was impossible for him to unleash the full potential of a rank 3 magic artifact. Regarding this point, Connor was very clear in his heart. Of course, this was something that he could not accept!
Every Magus, regardless of their cultivation, be it an official Magus or an acolyte, had limited magic power and spiritual force. It was not limitless. Hence, there was a limit to how much he could control and use magic artifacts at the same time. According to Connor's current strength, it was impossible for him to control a rank 3 magic artifact and use the Castilla Magic Staff at the same time.
Therefore, when the Crimson Cross Blade, this rank 3 fire attribute magic artifact, was only slightly stronger than a peak rank 2 magic artifact in Connor's hands, it meant that although this Crimson Cross Blade was a rank 3 magic artifact, the increase in strength that it could provide to Connor was negligible. This was because using it meant that Connor would have to give up on using the Castilla Magic Staff that he had personally crafted.
At the same time, he would also have to bear with the other troubles brought about by the incompatibility of the energy attributes. If things were to develop in this way, Connor might as well continue to use the Castilla Magic Staff.
He had spent a lot of time, energy, and materials to repair this Scarlet Cross Sword, but the increase in his strength was very limited. This was something that was not proportional to the effort he put in. Let alone Connor, even if it was someone else, they would not be able to accept it!
After settling this score, Connor's excitement for obtaining this rank 3 magic artifact, the Crimson Cross Blade, had undoubtedly cooled down by a third. However, this was the situation, but Connor did not completely despair. This was because, for an alchemist like him, although the current situation was very troublesome, it was not as bad as it could be. Right now, there was still a possibility that this Crimson Cross Blade could be changed. This was also why Connor had to do a second, more detailed inspection of this Crimson Cross Blade!
Just as Connor was immersed in the inspection of the Crimson Cross Blade, Dezerby, who was in the small wooden house next to Connor's, seemed to have remembered his duty of monitoring Connor. He immediately woke up from his recuperation and slowly opened his eyes, focusing his gaze on the image presented by the magical crystal book beside him.
Dezerby, who had no idea what had happened while he was recuperating, looked at the image presented by the crystal book. Connor, who was still refining a rank 1 magic artifact, nodded slightly without noticing anything. He then closed his eyes to meditate and recuperate.
On the other hand, although most of Connor's attention was focused on the inspection of the Crimson Cross Blade, it did not mean that Connor had relaxed his surveillance of Dezerby. Seeing that Dezerby did not discover anything, Connor was relieved of the last doubts in his heart. He wholeheartedly devoted himself to the exploration of his opponent's rank 3 magic artifact. As for how to deal with this somewhat "useless" Crimson Cross Blade, Connor now had a vague idea in his heart.
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Just as Connor was studying the magic artifact in the small wooden house at the periphery of the swamp in Decasa, he definitely did not notice that another group of people sent out by the Church of the Storm to search for the ruins had already found the Navas Forest where the ruins of Anduin's Renaya were hidden.
The Navas Forest in the middle of the night was not quiet. The roars and shouts of wild beasts and magical beasts could be heard from time to time. At this moment, under a three-meter-thick and ten-meter-tall olive tree, Mr. K, who was also Firo, was sitting opposite the scarred priest, Milik, who was dressed in a light blue robe from the Church of the Storm.
Milik and Firo's group only consisted of the two of them, unlike Connor and Dezerby who brought a team of arbitrators from the Church of the Storm. In addition, unlike Connor and Dezerby who seemed to be on good terms on the surface, Firo and Milik were obviously very wary of each other. Although both of them looked like they were resting, both of their hands were moving as if they were guarding against each other's attacks at any time …
In such a tense atmosphere, the young and energetic Milik was obviously not as calm as the experienced Firo. He opened his eyes and stared straight at Firo, who was not far away. Sensing his gaze, Firo woke up from his nap and looked back at him.
The two of them looked at each other for a while, and Milik spoke first. He asked Firo coldly, "How long do we have to search here?"
In the face of Milik's question, Firo said calmly, "Maybe we can find it tomorrow, or maybe we can't find it for a few days. We need the blessing of the Storm Goddess!"
Milik was obviously not satisfied with Firo's answer. He snorted heavily, then looked at Firo and said, "The Church's patience is limited. Firo, you'd better prove that your plan is feasible and valuable! Otherwise, you should know better than me what the result will be! "
Hearing Milik's blatant and undisguised threat, Firo's face, which was covered by the gray cloak, did not change much, but a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
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