Chapter 16 A Strange Call

"Secondly, as a Blue Star player, the completely different knowledge system in another world can also bring me great help."

"Third, as the fourth son of the Olivendi family, this identity was my strongest backing before the family was destroyed. If used properly, it can exert amazing energy!"

"Fourth, as a former seventh-level magician and royal scholar, even if there is no powerful magic and mental power, the most critical knowledge and experience are still there, which is also a priceless treasure!"

"Fifth, although the enemy is extremely powerful, it will not come in a short time, and there are still decades to prepare."

Mage is not a professional level, but an honorary title, representing a polymath among mages.

Only those who have achieved a certain level of magical achievements in all sub-factions of the current school can be evaluated by the Imperial Royal Magic Association.

Magic is vast. In today's extremely developed major magic schools, an ordinary spellcaster can only barely master the sub-faction he specializes in throughout his life.

Only those true geniuses can achieve the development of all factions of a certain school.

After analyzing the five major advantages he had, Avis calmed down again.

The problem was huge, and there was no point in panicking.

If all the forces on the Yar Continent were divided into a level, then the three empires would be undisputed super first-class.

The Continental Magic Council could barely squeeze into this level with its floating cities that were enough to threaten multiple ninth-level forces.

If the Olivendi family was taken out alone, it could only reach the level of a first-class force.

Fortunately, he still had sufficient preparation time.

In his memory, those foreign enemies were not actually all targeting the family, but the old aristocracy represented by the four major families was too large and blocked everyone's way.

Like an ancient primeval forest, those dark towering trees blocked most of the sunlight, rain and nutrients.

If low trees want to grow, they must use a big fire to completely burn the towering trees of the old aristocracy, and then absorb the rich nutrients left in the ashes to grow into new towering trees.

Thinking, Avis began to carefully analyze the new memory, looking for possible breakthroughs.

Fortunately, the wish made by little Anvis was only to restore the glory of the Olivendi family.

This means that he does not need to confront the new era head-on, but only needs to find a way to save the Olivendi family in this wave.

Based on the future development in his memory, he already has some vague plans to simply save the Olivendi family.

The only problem is that the last figure who has surpassed the ninth level but is not sure whether he has reached the legendary level, Anvis has always been thinking about how to deal with it.

Just as the emergence of nuclear bombs ended the Second World War, when the power beyond the ninth level appears, all strategies lose their meaning.

Or, with the help of the family's power to collect raw materials, use magic to make a mass-energy conversion bomb of tens of millions of tons?

But the other party is not stupid. As long as he teleports hundreds of kilometers away at the moment of sensing danger, he can completely avoid the killing radius and enjoy a spectacular fireworks display.

Unless he uses some method to interfere with his teleportation, but the other party's strength has surpassed the ninth level limit, and ordinary space confinement may not be effective against him. Besides, a nuclear explosion may not necessarily kill the other party...

Avis also thought about setting up a device similar to an anti-magic force field, but the principle of this force field to suppress magic is actually suppression and blocking.

In other words, according to the principle of equivalent exchange, if you want to make this force field effective, you must always pay energy equal to the total amount of magic in the force field.

This is easy to understand, just like if you want to blow up a balloon under the water, then when blowing, the balloon itself must always bear the pressure from the water.

The problem of energy source is easy to solve, and it can be replaced by the element pool of the magic tower. The real problem lies in the material used to draw the array pattern.

Among the materials currently known to Avis, none of them can bear the energy output that exceeds the ninth-level limit at all times.

The only good news is that the other party seems to have some special restrictions.

Otherwise, the Holy Light Church should have unified the continent long ago, instead of just appearing once.

After thinking for a while, Avis, who had no results, raised his head and looked at the side of the reading area.

There was a gorgeous floor clock there, an antique from the ancient magic empire.

On the dark silver dial, the carved black pointer rotated at a constant speed, and a faint but continuous sound of components running was heard.

"It's already a magic hour?"

After a moment of hesitation, Avis was about to get up.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a faint and attractive magical breath coming from a certain direction of the library.

It seemed that something familiar to him was constantly calling him in that direction.

Because he was upset by the new memory before, Avis didn't notice the existence of this breath at all.

But when he calmed down, this strange call immediately attracted his attention like a black mole on his fair skin.

Sensing the source of the breath with some doubts, a cold and strange feedback came from his mind, but with a sense of intimacy.

"This feeling... is somewhat similar to that mysterious energy, but there are some differences."

Avis's face was slightly condensed, and a trace of doubt flashed in the depths of his blue eyes.

There was no such experience in the memory of the previous life. In other words, his crossing caused some special changes!

"Before, I would read the collection of books here every day, but nothing unusual happened. But today I can clearly sense this breath, which is nothing more than two possibilities."

"First, the library has added new collections. Second, this is related to my changes in the past day."

Anvis took out a silver metal nameplate, called up the list of the library, and checked it carefully.

"There is no record of new books entering the library's array, so the first possibility is ruled out.

And the only two major changes in me are that I have obtained complete memories of my previous life and absorbed all the strange energy."

For some reason, from this series of events, Anvis instinctively sensed a strong breath of arrangement.

Is this also the effect of the wishing spell?

Thinking about it, Anvis closed his eyes and carefully sensed the direction of the call, and slowly walked over.

He did not relax because of this. The wish made by little Anvis was to revive the glory of the Olivendi family, not to ensure that he would live forever.

After walking through many rows of bookshelves exuding an ancient atmosphere, Anvis stopped.

The bookshelf in front of him was in the poetry collection section at the bottom of the library. On it were exquisite ancient books with extremely high artistic and collection value collected by family members of various generations.

At this moment, his eyes slowly swept over the many ancient books, and finally focused on a large book with a dark green spine.

"It seems to be it, the source of the breath."

Avis stared at the book quietly, and the silver metal plate on his waist lighted up slightly.

The invisible magic power turned into a delicate spell effect, and the book automatically pulled itself out of the bookshelf and fell into his hands.

As soon as the book was in his hands, an extremely unpleasant, cold and slippery touch like a soft-bodied creature came from his hands, making Avis frown.

He returned to his usual position and carefully examined the heavy book in his hand under the soft light of the magic crystal chandelier.

It was an ancient book about ten inches long, eight inches wide, and two inches thick. The cover was made of a dark green material similar to the skin of a creature, with strange patterns on it.

The corners and part of the spine are encircled with an unknown metal with a dull luster. A wide buckle made of dark green leather and dull metal firmly fixes the front and back covers together, like some kind of seal.

Two lines of light silver high elf words are written in the center of the cover. The author uses an ancient fancy font, which adds a touch of elegance to this thick book full of ominous atmosphere.

The back cover of the book is engraved with a sun pattern. The solid circle with light silver texture is surrounded by a circle of conical sunlight of varying lengths.

When staring at it, Avis can even feel a faint warmth.

"Hill's Poem?"