Chapter 1146 Resistance and Unwillingness

"The long river of fate...it plays with creatures and controls the universe. It is like an invisible thread that binds every puppet in the world. When it appears, the tide from fate will start to overwhelm all chess pieces that have no resistance... Yes, even if it is as strong as the Sunshine Throne, it is still just a chess piece that can be manipulated at will in front of the tide of fate, as long as its " The roll call "comes as promised, the fall of a shining sun will not be any different from the vain death of a mortal."

Standing in the silent space, the image left by Meth Ur did not show too obvious emotional fluctuations. After all, the "Great Mage" made it and the red crystal card just to convey information. It is understandable for a Yaori professional to sigh deeply about the sinking of all things in the multiverse, but there is no reason for a last sentence to be immersed in the whirlpool of sadness...

Presumably, when leaving these last words, Methur must have thought so.

However, even so, Punk can still hear the helplessness and unwillingness that cannot be concealed in the words of Mr. "Great Mage".

Undoubtedly, the superpower who was once at one of the apexes of the multiverse was unwilling to fall, he was unwilling to fail, and he was unwilling to be defeated by fate. He had too much unwillingness and helplessness. Mood swings have even been made part of the message it leaves behind.

In fact, it was precisely because of this heart-piercing unwillingness and anger that Methur, who refused to accept failure, would release thousands of magic crystal cards to fill the multiverse, and among these crystal cards, he The "wealth" left behind in the book is destined to be more than just helpless complaints of blaming others.

So I saw that the moment after the low-pitched emotional narration ended, the virtual image that suddenly turned serious and suddenly began to explain the real valuable business, and in the small experimental space of the caster , a spell model schema that was cumbersome and complicated enough to make Morningstar professionals look scalp-numbing suddenly appeared in front of Punk without warning.

Obviously, this mysterious model that makes "Whispers of Destruction" completely incomprehensible, and you can feel your soul being loaded just by looking at it once or twice is definitely a super spell that belongs to the category of Yaori's ultimate move, and its existence is undoubtedly The precious legacy that Meth Ur kindly bequeathed to "The Stranger"!

"...Being a chess piece is just a very sad thing, but if you are a chess piece and don't want to get rid of the chessboard, it is a "poor" tragedy. Maybe you who are listening to this message don't know something, Since ancient times, almost every generation of mage guild presidents has exhausted all their thinking in order to get rid of the control of the river of fate. Every senior at the level of the sun and even the leaders of the Silent Alliance and the Zhentarim have also tried various methods. Such an amazing and magnificent idea... Although until the end, they all failed without exception, but their failure also named us the only path with a little bit of possibility of success, and that is—to advance to the throne of God" !

The words are not astonishing, and the words of Mes Ur show the courage and foresight of a generation of superpowers as soon as they are spoken. He has never thought about using any "interference mechanism transfer" to avoid the operation of the long river of fate. His idea Without any hesitation, he pointed at a grand goal that was enough to surprise the professionals of Yaori.

Advance to the throne!

What a mysterious and elusive goal this is. Everyone knows that the realm of the throne is real. In the Netheril era, the members of the Archmage Council were all powerful gods without exception. In the legend of the Lonely Island Age full of despair, the eyes of judgment and the bird of filth, which are the powers of the gods, still show their incredible power from time to time.

But... is it really that simple to advance to the throne of God?

Under the interference of the long river of fate, God knows how difficult it will be to advance to the throne of God, who has been extremely laborious and narrowly escaped death? At least in the history known to punk, since the collapse of Netheril civilization, there has never been a powerful god in the entire multiverse. The guy who suddenly appeared at the end of the Rael era.

Is it not, then, that at this moment the idea that Methul is clinging to is not an absurd whimsy?

The gloomy-eyed punk didn't show any extra emotion. He neither cheered for the grand blueprint mentioned by His Excellency the "Grand Mage", nor dismissed it because he didn't believe in the "inheritance" of Meth Ur. He just stood calmly at the original place Strongly resisting the exhaustion from the soul, he completely memorized the spell model of the shining sun's ultimate move that appeared in front of him-even if the current "Whisper of Destruction" can't even understand a single rune on it.

Of course, while Punk memorized the precious knowledge, the image of Meth Ur did not stop its eloquent narration, only to see that he continued to say calmly in that solemn tone:

"To be promoted to the throne, what a great dream, how magnificent and perfect it sounds to get rid of the control of the river of fate with absolute power? However, in this era, in this era where the power of "fate" is flourishing like never before, in this era How could it be so easy to advance to a leaping level in an era when the knowledge of advancing to the throne in the era of Netheril was invalid? God knows how many people have tried and how many methods? The only result they got was failure—how embarrassing it should be The fact that people are desperate...  

but! Will the truly brave be held back by this?"

Speaking of this, the sound of the crystal card image suddenly changed from dull to passionate. The projection of the "Great Mage" at this moment even made Punk feel more like a fearless fighter than the "President of the Mage Guild" in his lifetime. He broke free through death. Messul himself, who has broken all the shackles and broken pots, must have released all the unwillingness, resentment, and unscrupulousness in his patience through this virtual projection.

After all, against the backdrop of the dead magic light, the "crazy words" that the late Glory Throne said next were enough to make the "well-informed" "Whisper of Destruction" widen his eyes in surprise:

"I can't accept such a pitiful ending at the mercy of fate! I can't tolerate my power stagnating. I am by no means inferior to any great archanist in the Netheril era. My failure is nothing more than Because I was born in the wrong era, I want to subvert this sad multiverse, I want to change my pathetic and ridiculous garbage fate! This is the goal I have decided since the day I was promoted to the legend, and now I am far from success It’s only one step away—yes, the advent-type blazing sun spell "Piknut's Soul Fusion" that I invented definitely has a chance to get rid of the shackles of fate and advance to the throne of God. This is my "Great Mage" The greatest invention of all time, Methur!"

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