Heimarian Odyssey - Chapter 738

[Chapter 738: Emperor Morton’s Swan Song]

“What?! You spent more than 7,000 arcane points, and now you only have 2,000 points left?” Locke said in shock as he watched Ashaer finally walk out of the laboratory.

After all, people are not made of iron. As Ashaer’s second-level dark elementalist, Rao has carried out research experiments in the laboratory for more than three months, and his body is a little bit overwhelmed.

On a rare occasion, Ashaar took a week off for herself.

It was only when he was chatting with Locke just now that Locke knew what the master had done in the library of Huiyue Academy for half a month.

With more than 7,000 arcane points, an ordinary first-level magician might not be able to accumulate so much in a lifetime, but Ashaer exhausted them in just half a month.

“I haven’t fully understood the knowledge I gained from the Arcane Light of Huiyue Academy. It will take at least half a year to fully understand and master the theory of these magic elements.” Ashaer said to Locke.

For the degree of thirst for knowledge, magicians are a group of lunatics who forget to eat and sleep. Fortunately, Locke is not a magician, and he can’t understand this crazy behavior.

“You don’t have to wait for me in Huiyue City. If you want to continue training, you can go to the Beren Empire first.” Ashaer took a sip of a cup of tea after the meal, and then said.

Locke shook his head, “It was agreed at the beginning, we will separate when we leave the Abalut Empire, it’s still early. And I haven’t grown to the bottleneck stage yet.”

Locke didn’t want to be separated from Ashaer so early.

“That’s up to you.” After slowly drinking the water in the teacup in his hand, Ashaer got up and left the living room.

Outside, Memila was still working hard on fighting qi. In order to reward this girl for cooking a good dinner today, Locke gave her a high-level wind attribute energy spar.

From a certain point of view, the appearance of advanced energy crystals is far more beautiful than ordinary diamonds and pearls, and it is also much more dreamy and blurred.

Memila, who got a high-level wind-attribute energy spar, took this energy spar very seriously and stored it in her space ring, but she didn’t intend to use it.

“Low-level servants are not your end, this is just the beginning stage, and the next training and breakthrough will become more difficult. Your goal is to be promoted to middle-level servants within one year.” Locke said to Memila.

Two months ago, after the new year, Memila became a fifteen-year-old girl, and Locke finally ushered in the memorable age of sixty.

In Frento, the capital of the Abalut Empire tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Huiyue Holy Tower, Cecilia, the master of the Huiyue Holy Tower, is waiting for His Majesty the Emperor to receive him.

The Abalut Empire is similar to the Belem Empire in many respects, a super-large power with the supremacy of the monarchy.

Although he is not as powerful as Emperor Safiel of the Belem Empire, he has absolute prestige and power in the empire, but in the Abalut Empire, the gray-haired Emperor Moulton also has a lot of authority. hands.

Emperor Moulton was not a powerhouse who broke through to the god level. Today, at the age of 2876, he is about to usher in the end of his life.

As a third-level wind attribute elementalist, Emperor Morton has been under pressure from the emperor of the Belem Empire since he inherited the throne.

The strength is not comparable, the national power is not comparable, and the number of strong people above the fourth level is also not comparable. Even the number of low-level planes controlled by slaves, the Abalut Empire is far inferior to the Belem Empire.

Emperor Moulton felt that he was sorry for the ancestors of all dynasties. Even if his life died and the light of consciousness dissipated invisible, Emperor Moulton still couldn’t let go that he was weaker than that man all his life.

Three thousand years is the theoretical upper limit of the lifespan of a third-level spellcaster. With the Albalut Empire as the backing, the Emperor Moulton, who enjoys countless resources, will definitely not live beyond three thousand years.

But it is undeniable that he really will not live long.

Once Moulton passed away, there would definitely be short-term turmoil in the Abalut Empire. After the new emperor succeeded to the throne, it would inevitably take hundreds of years to consolidate his position.

By that time, the Abalut Empire will surely be stretched apart by the Belem Empire.

There is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts.

Emperor Moulton wanted to surpass Safir once until his death.

At the moment when life is about to reach its end, Emperor Morton will fight one last time!

“Call Cecilia in.” Sitting on the ancient throne, Moulton said to the attendants beside him.

In the hall, besides Emperor Moulton and his attendants and servants, there were also two middle-aged men with extraordinary imposing manner.

One is a burly man with a black beard, and the other is a gentle and elegant middle-aged man holding a blue magic wand.

Those who are familiar with the Abalut Empire can tell the identities of the two, Steel General Klauer and Ice Heart Walpoch.

The black-bearded strongman Klauer is one of the three generals who have the same status as Cecilia in the magic empire. He has the title of steel-cast general. The master of one of the four palaces of knights in the empire.

The middle-aged man Walpoch holding a blue magic wand is not the third general of the Abalut Empire, but he is a fourth-level ice attribute elementalist who has a very close relationship with the royal family in the empire. The owner of one of the three holy towers in the empire.

“Your Majesty!” Cecilia, who was wearing a turquoise armor and a cloak behind her back, walked into the hall and said respectfully to Emperor Moulton who was sitting high on the throne.

Although she is a wind attribute caster, Cecilia is dressed in armor, which shows that she has definitely integrated into her identity as the three generals of the empire.

She is a general of the empire first, and then a powerful fourth-level spellcaster, the master of a holy tower.

“How is the investigation going on with the information about that lower plane?” On the throne, the deep voice of Emperor Moulton came.

“It is a low-level plane that has developed to the extreme, and it is about to touch the threshold of the middle-level plane. The natives call themselves Saiyans, and that plane is also named the Saiyan plane!” Cecilia told Emperor Moulton reported.

“Are you about to touch the threshold of the intermediate plane? Huh, it’s not bad as my swan song before I abdicate.” Emperor Moulton sneered.

Since the development of the wizard plane, there have only been three wars with medium-sized planes of the same level. Although they all ended in tragic victories, each battle has left an indelible impression on the plane.

The most recent war with the middle plane took place more than 6,500 years ago.

“How is the strength of that plane? How many creatures above level four exist.” Moulton’s majestic voice came from the throne again.

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