Chapter 1306 The Road to Demigods (Part 2)

If I had to use anything to describe it, it would be driving a sports car at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour on a bad road where a few gravels could pop out at any time. Holding the steering wheel in one hand and reaching out the window with the other, then completing the standard in an instant Threading the needle in a sense.

This isn't some show-it-and-run thing.

If he doesn't do it right, not only will he be blown away in a matter of minutes, but Karazhan, and even half of Elwynn Forest and Dusk Forest will suffer.

Duke gritted his teeth hard, and then used micro-carving techniques like embroidery on grains of rice, carefully controlling the system spirit to further purify the already pure elements that had been sucked into the body.

Based on arcane magic, with flame and frost as its branches, and with the help of sacred, shadow and thunder, it can separate debris and expel it from the body at high speed while further integrating magic power.

Compressing them carefully, wrapping them with his own consciousness, and funneling them to the desired place under the guidance of his spirit. At the same time, every bit of magic is imprinted with the soul mark that belongs only to him, Duke.

This is a very fast process. Even though there is magic seeping into the hundreds of thousands of pores on his body, Duke, with the help of the system elves, seems to have divided his soul into one hundred thousand parts, each of which handles its own affairs independently. Work - filter, purify, sublime.

The soul is in severe pain.

The kind of pain that is beyond the limit that the physical body can bear is not a pain that can be suppressed by any type of anesthetic. Because in a sense, Duke is giving up his human body and transitioning to a spiritual body that is almost an elemental body.

It hurts!

It hurts!

The pain is heartbreaking!

The pain makes the skin crack every inch!

The feeling of being torn into millions of parts and then ground into powder almost made Duke collapse.

But at the moment when the pain reached its peak, all the pain suddenly disappeared.

Instead, it is a kind of sublimation.

His whole soul was light and airy, and there seemed to be a colorful and blurry world beneath his feet, opening a door that belonged only to him, Duke.

"Come! Welcome, our new companion!" A vaguely neutral voice said in Common Language.

The six elements floated behind Duke in the position of a hexagram.

The soul slowly descended, and the next moment, Duke felt as if he was being asked whether he could read a certain unimportant memory. Duke subconsciously agreed.

Then, a magnificent palace appeared in front of you.

It was a Gothic-style palace, somewhat similar to Notre Dame de Paris, an epoch-making symbol in the history of European architecture on Earth.

The first thing that catches the eye is the towering spire. Its front facade has a unique style and rigorous structure, and it looks very majestic and solemn.

It is divided longitudinally into three large blocks by pilasters; three decorative strips divide it horizontally into three parts, among which there are three recessed door openings at the bottom.

Above the doorway is the so-called 'Porch of Demigods', which has a large number of statues representing Cenarius, the forest god, Malorne, the white deer god, and so on.

Higher up is the 'Corridor of the True Gods'. There are clearly six statues. The only ones Duke can distinguish are the moon goddess Elune and C'Thun. The other statues are a blurry landscape.

The huge and luxurious door opened with a bang.

Duke strode in.

The scenery in front of him made Duke a little stunned.

What is shown inside is more like a semi-circular theater, and the front position is obviously that of the true god. As the new demigod, Duke can only be in the outermost circle.

Duke didn't mind. Following the guidance of his soul, he found an empty spot.

He was not surprised why such a large temple was empty, because he suddenly saw a huge illusory existence next to his position. That existence that is both real and fake seems to be in a false nap, but also seems to be a real sleep.

Even though Duke didn't have direct contact with this person in this life, he still recognized him by the green appearance of the centaur and half horse - this guy was the demigod Cenarius who was supposed to be killed by Ye Ye.

Duke frowned slightly, and he walked around the huge Cenarius. When he came to his position, an elemental throne with six colors rose naturally, raising Duke's body to the On the throne.

Meanwhile, Duke saw his own name in a trance.

Just like the pen stickers used by primary school students, it is an empty name with only an outline and no connotation, floating not far from Duke's chest.

Duke pointed his hand, and the six elements automatically condensed on his finger in proportion. Duke filled in his name with a finger pen. That illusory frame absorbed Duke's name like soil absorbing rainwater.

In his spiritual vision, Duke could feel the magic power in his body disappearing at the speed of a river. At the same time, stirred by magic power, his spiritual sea seemed to have become a chaos with six colors, which was very unclear!

Gradually, slowly, Duke discerned that it was the divinity he had absorbed into his body before. Under the wash of high-purity magic power, the six divinities merge into one, blooming with the light of life.

Chaos is constantly being washed away, and the divinity in perception becomes clearer and clearer.

The imprint of the former master in the divinity was separated at this time and attached to the new soul name.

Blue arcana.

Red flame.

White frost.

Golden sacred.

Black shadow.

Purple thunder.

The six colors quickly combined to form a rainbow, which followed the movements of Duke's hands and took shape in Duke's soul.

This is Duke etching his name deep in the heart of the world.

It is also Duke who is shaping his own demigod soul - a super powerful soul that is far higher than ordinary souls.

Duke's magic and soul power continued to be consumed at a high speed at this time.

If a quasi-demigod doesn't have enough savings, his strength may be exhausted, and then both body and soul will be destroyed on the way to attack the demigod.

But Duke is not an ordinary demigod. Since he has chosen a more complex divine structure, he also has a wider source of divine power.

He could even clearly feel that countless mages, priests, druids, and shamans on the two continents of the Eastern Kingdom and Kalimdor were supporting him, using their overflowing magic power to quietly replenish Du. Gram consumption.

Similarly, in the fire elemental world and the water elemental world, there is also a good supplement of magic power.

Of course, as the core arcane magic power, Duke can only rely on the reserves of Karazhan. That was Karazhan's accumulated energy overflowing from the void and other spaces over countless years.

Suddenly, Duke saw a blurry figure. Although it was blurry, he still recognized who it was at a glance!

"Medivh?"