Wizards are mighty.

Chapter 132 Old Man

Chapter 132 Old Man
Although he lost his physical body due to a "man-made accident", Vic did not panic.

Anyway, things have come to this point, so why rush?

Different from the wizard network terminal of an apprentice or alien, the wizard network terminal of a formal wizard has higher authority and is equipped with multiple sub-bodies of civilized wizard weapons.

If wizards encounter danger in the outside world, the offspring of these civilized magic weapons will provide different degrees of emergency protection according to the agreement originally signed by the wizards.

Emergency protection does not require the wizard to expend the power of rules or wizard coins to maintain it, but is directly reimbursed by the civilized wizard weapon.

Of course, in order to prevent wizards from abusing this function, if it is activated too many times, the wizard civilization will charge a fee at its discretion.

Generally speaking, emergency protection allows wizards to ignore any damage of level six and below.

This is the reason why Vic remains calm.

If he really encounters a seventh-level rule-level being, then no matter what he does, he will not be able to change his future fate.

But if the other party has not reached level seven, then he naturally doesn't have to worry too much.

It won’t be long before rescue from the Wood Spirit Hunter Civilization or even the Wizard Civilization will arrive.

He just needs to wait here for a while.

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He casually scanned the area with his mental power.

Vic developed a great interest in this world.

Since we are here now, we might as well explore it. Who knows, we might find something unexpected.

And if he guessed correctly, this was the world ruled by the Xinbo civilization.

Although he no longer has a physical body, that thing is not an important thing for rule-level life.

The power of rules can be called upon by the soul alone.

It can even be said that if he wants, he can temporarily create a relatively weak body.

After all, the body is really not important to wizards.

Many wizards even have multiple different bodies, as well as countless clones that can be used at any time.

Just like clothes, you can change them at will.

The reason for this phenomenon is simple.

After they become rule-level life forms, the core thing that determines the essence of their existence is actually a set of rules in the multiverse, rather than the physical body.

Even the soul is just a manifestation of this set of rules.

For example, the trauma that Vic is suffering from now would be very troublesome if it happened during his apprenticeship period.

But since he is already a rule-level life form, he only needs to wait a little.

Time will help him fix everything.

However, this does not mean that the soul is something dispensable to them.

After the soul is destroyed, the regular life can certainly gradually reconstruct the soul and thus achieve resurrection.

But that is what happens under natural circumstances.

Most of the time, the destruction of the soul means that the target loses most of its ability to move and can only be at the mercy of the enemy.

If there is no timely protection from friendly personnel, it is only a matter of time before the enemy gradually wears down your existence.

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He waited for a while and mobilized some magic power to repair his soul.

After confirming that there was no obvious danger around, Vic began to gradually descend from the altitude.

Although he knew a lot about various protective and concealment methods, he did not use any of them.

Because the Ancient Wizard's Exploration Robe is currently activated, the protection and concealment it provides are much more powerful than what he knows.

If you don't use it, you won't use it.

Until rescue arrives, the sub-individual programs of these civilization magic tools should remain in the state of remote power supply. Unfortunately, the communication function is completely closed in emergency mode.

He couldn't use it now, so he couldn't ask his maid what was going on.

If my guess is correct, the Wood Spirit Hunter civilization should have been in chaos.

The disappearance of an official wizard in their territory, involving a powerful civilization that had never been discovered, was a major oversight.

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"Cough...cough..."

A coughing sound came from the corner.

In the simple room, a tall statue of the god was placed in the center of the room.

An old man who looked rather haggard was lying alone on the bed in the corner, coughing.

His health was not very good. He was old and plagued by diseases. He could only rely on his willpower to fight the disease.

Because there is no one to take care of me at home, I can’t do any work when I get old.

So the only thing he could do every day was to lie in bed, recite God's grace, pray, and then get some relief food to survive.

"Today... the Pope's... grand meeting..."

The torture caused by the illness is still quite severe.

In order to divert his attention, the old man picked up today's newspaper from the bedside and read it word by word.

Although he didn't recognize many words, he could roughly recognize what was written on it from those intermittent words.

The general meaning of this passage is that the church is about to hold a sacrifice this month, using the believers' devout faith to please the gods and obtain blessings.

This is a very common thing in Xinbo civilization, happening on average once or even several times a month.

The old man narrowed his eyes and continued looking down.

"Welfare...disbursement...regulations..."

“Substantial growth?”

After seeing these words, the old man suddenly felt happy.

The people in the church are really kind.

Since the end of the old era, welfare has been distributed to people every now and then.

Even a useless old man like him only needs to put a statue of God at home, recite God's scriptures and pray every day.

Everyone can get enough wealth to live on.

No wonder when those pastors called his son and grandchildren away, they told him that things would get better in the future.

I didn't lie to him.

"Cough...cough..."

The old man coughed violently a few more times.

Suddenly I felt a little dizzy.

He put down the newspaper, picked up the cup he had used for more than ten years and took a sip of water.

"This cold is really serious... I should get more sleep..."

"God, please bless me and my children..."

"We are all your loyal believers. Your glory shines on us and inspires us."

"It's just...ah..."

The old man sighed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Maybe it was his son whom he hadn't seen for many years?

(End of this chapter)

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