I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 282: Magic Potion Spirit, Rainbow Swordsmanship

The flowing river water wrapped around the light, as if it was layered, with water on the upper layer and light on the lower layer.

The light presents a vibrant green.

It shuttled through the river, as if it was absorbing something to become stronger.

"Is this successful?" Kloya was a little unsure and asked Oak: "This is too fast."

Oak thought for a moment, “I heard before when I was on the ship that water magic can give birth to the most elves because of its special nature.

It is said that the potion born from the River of Negative Light is actually a water elf without spirituality.

The power of the elves will automatically aggregate the medicinal properties emitted by different magic plants and eventually turn them into usable magic potions."

This is indeed the effect. The elves use elves as a means to create special potions.

Doesn't that mean that taking these magic potions is equivalent to eating an elf? No wonder the effects are so good.

There are many legends about a poor boy who unexpectedly receives a gift from an elf, and then suddenly takes off and obtains a title.

However, hearing this, Kloya couldn't help but frown: "Does this mean that this potion is actually the body of an elf?"

There are many elves in the North now, and he treats them as independent lives. As a result, the effect of the River of Negative Light is to create the bodies of the elves to use as potions.

Suddenly I had an indescribable feeling.

"Yes." Oak spread his hands helplessly: "Although the Negative Light River can create the body of an elf, it cannot give it sufficient spirituality."

"Elves are difficult to be born."

"It is because you, my friend, have set up so many magic circles in the North and nourished them with piano music from time to time that so many magic circles can be produced."

After saying this, it paused and comforted Chloe: "Without spirituality, they are actually just a group of special magic potions.

My friend, you don’t have to pity them too much.”

Mercy?
Cloya felt that there was, but not that much. After all, without complete spirituality, it could not be called "life" even in mysticism.

What he is thinking about now is whether it is possible to create a soul through spirituality, and what is the essential difference between spirituality and soul?
A powerful mage can create souls. This point has appeared frequently since he started reading the classics.

But the question is: how powerful a wizard does one need?

Is he the recognized twelfth-level great mage who is able to leave this world, or is he an eighteen-level legendary wizard?

He is now a sixth-level wizard and can learn some magic involving the soul. He has "Poem of the Rainbow" and Eden, and can use cheating devices such as the Void Moon Divine Tree. His progress can be said to be rapid.

So he has been thinking about the relationship between spirituality and soul.

——Can a soul be born from enough accumulation of spirituality?

I once created a special golem that had a complete soul, but I still don't understand why.

There weren't even any classics for him to study these things, and the classics concerning the soul were extremely expensive.

After a brief thought, he sighed slightly and decided to deal with the matter at hand first.

"Oak friend."

"You know I'm studying that god, Moss."

"His soul has been experiencing abnormal fluctuations recently, and the spiritual energy it emits is even more terrifying. If I inject this spiritual energy into its body, will there be any changes?"

He pointed to the light flowing in the river.

"..." The oak tree was stunned. It had never expected that Cloya would have such an idea.

But if you think about it carefully, this seems to be feasible.

It replied: "You can try."

"Let the druids do it. I know there is a special kind of magic among the elves that relies on druids to cultivate the spirituality of nature elves."

"I can teach them."

Croa nodded, "Of course they should do it."

"I will provide the spirituality, and I'll leave the rest to you."

He gently spread out his palms, and magic patterns surged in his palms, forming a platinum-colored ring shape, with space magic surrounding the inside of the ring.

This is the space magic he modified through the space folding array of the Ark.

The original effect of this magic was just to open a space rift and get something at a designated location, but after being improved by the Ark's array, the stability of the space became extremely exaggerated.

Even if you throw it around for fun, the magic inside won't erupt.

According to Cloya's estimation, even if he was outside the North, he could get the things in the Mage Tower directly with the help of the tower spirit.

If the research continues, a stable space portal should be formed. At that time, he can just open the door and go wherever he wants.

But now this thing is just a way for him to get things.

"Come out."

A fountain-like light mist gushed out from the platinum circle, carrying with it a sacred and bright power that instantly filled the surroundings.

"The spirit of Deimos..."

"So many?" Oak was surprised. "Are these spirits close to the legendary level? He is a divine messenger, so he should be at the legendary level on earth."

Generally speaking, the messengers of gods who descend to the material world are all at legendary level, because if they are stronger, they will be instinctively rejected by the world.

It is only because they possess special abilities bestowed by the gods that they are able to exert a certain degree of suppression on the legends.

Of course, the legend referred to here is only a weak legend, just a legend of level 18.

After legendary, each level has an extremely exaggerated improvement. If you reach level 20 or above, it is not certain who will be the winner.

So, theoretically speaking, it is impossible to have such exaggerated spirituality.

Cloya explained: "This is what I mentioned to you. His spirituality is increasing rapidly. It seems that something is providing him with spirituality."

"I want to use up this extra spiritual energy, otherwise I will run into some difficult problems sooner or later."

"I suspect that there is a war somewhere, and the Holy See of Light is trying to recall their messengers."

Oak nodded in agreement: "The source of the War God's power is actually war. The more heroic the war, the better it is for Him.

Seven years have passed, they must find a way to recall the envoy. My friend, you must be more cautious.

If they find out that the angel is here with you...

The war capabilities of the Holy See of Light are extremely terrifying. They once launched a holy war against the orcs on their own, almost making the orcs a thing of the past. "

Cloya was certainly aware of the reminders and concerns it brought.

That's why he had to speed up the process of turning the messenger into his subordinate, so as to ensure that he would not be recalled and could even help him get some information about the Holy See of Light.

"I see."

After nodding, Croa waved his hand, and compressed the overflowing spirituality into gems, and handed them to Oak.

"You should leave now. If I leave, it will cause more serious unrest. I'll trouble you to teach those druids."

"Okay." Oak took the pile of gems, walked out of the magic barrier formed by the irises, and began to teach magic to the druids.

In fact, this magic is not difficult. After all, guiding the spirituality of nature is basically a basic skill for druids, especially these special druids.

So it only took them two hours to learn everything, and then each of them held a spiritual gem and began to cast magic.

The gentle breeze and rain entangled the gem, flexibly and accurately carrying away the spirituality inside, brushing over the plants and jumping elves in the garden, and finally converging into the stream.

Obviously, this is a process of purification and filtering.

The magic of light that belonged to God and was unique to Most was quickly decomposed by the power of nature, and in the end only the pure spirituality was left, which fell into the stream with the rain and merged into the light.

The light beats in the stream like a heart, greedily and happily absorbing spirituality.

It has the potential to become an elf, but due to the environment it was unable to fully possess spirituality. Now that the defect has finally been made up, it is a natural thing for it to become an elf.

It flowed in the stream, passing through a magic circle formed by various magic plants along the way, and finally when it was about to flow over a slope into the pool -

"Boom!"

A strange sound was heard.

Then, the light jumped out from the stream and was kneaded by invisible hands in mid-air like plasticine.

In the end, it turned into... a shield.

To be precise, it should be an extremely gorgeous shield. The shape should be that of a small round shield, but there are golden patterns outlined on the shield, and it even has some translucent crystal texture.

It is like a work of art placed in aristocratic collection rooms.

Croa in the distance blinked: "This is also considered an elf, a shield elf?"

"What is the effect of this potion?"

He suddenly became very curious. Although he and Oak had planned and built this magic circle together, it was still unknown what kind of potion could be produced.

At best, we can only infer it from the magic plants planted and the magic power emitted by the elves.

——His doubts were soon answered.

The shield-like potion elf had just been born. It was full of curiosity about the world and flew around dragging streams of light.

Whenever it came into contact with the magic plants and grass on the ground, a light curtain consisting of a small shield would form on the latter's body. Just by taking a glance, Kloya understood.

"Dispel and protect."

"Hmm... is it from the white rose in here?"

"There should be some Shuter grass as well."

"Is it because the magic power of the Envoy of Light is taking effect, so the abilities of these two magic plants are chosen as the main ones?"

Both effects are good, but the question is how strong they are. This is the first time that the Beggar's Version of the River of Negative Light has created a potion.

He decided to give it a closer look.

……

Knight training ground.

After Croa handed over the matters of the garden and the Fountain of Life production line to Oak, he came here, intending to conduct tests here.

Although it is a training ground, bumps and bruises are inevitable. As a warrior... How can you still call yourself a warrior if you don't bleed, lose some flesh, or sweat a little?
There is always a complete medical team on standby here to avoid difficult-to-heal injuries left during the fight that would affect the future.

So the best place to test purification and protection is here.

When Cloya came over, no one noticed him.

The apprentices were still sweating on the specially made soft metal training ground, practicing against each other one by one, running, stabbing...

Honestly, Kroa gets excited every time he sees this kind of scene - he doesn't discriminate against warriors, on the contrary, he's quite interested in them.

Perhaps every mage has a dream of close combat.

He once used a gopher harp as a blunt instrument to smash a shark's head at the bottom of the sea, and was criticized by the gopher harp for a long time.

As a sixth-level wizard, elements flow through his body, and the power of "Poem of Rainbow" strengthens his body to the maximum extent.

Even though he usually wears a Phoebus robe and looks like a weak wizard, if he really fights against a warrior of the same level, it is hard to say who will win or lose.

Looking at the apprentices fighting passionately, he had some bad thoughts in his mind and muttered to himself:
"Do you want to find someone to bully?"

It was not known whether his thoughts were heard by a passing legendary wizard, but Baron Kemoye, who was practicing with a long sword while forcing back three or four apprentices, discovered him in the distance.

"Mr. Croix!"

Baron, oh no, the Earl's eyes lit up and he walked over with a sword.

But when he was about to approach Croa, he saw the former smile slightly, and suddenly his scalp felt tingling.

Then, a layer of densely packed silver-white crystal shields suddenly appeared on his body, and the next moment, he was attacked like a violent storm.

The apprentices opened their eyes wide, as they saw that their beloved lord suddenly had an ordinary long sword in his hand.

The long sword was so light in the wizard's hand that it seemed non-existent. The surface of the sword reflected colorful light, and the sword force slashed towards the earl like an endless rainbow.

The Earl, who was invincible among all the apprentices in the training ground, had no chance to fight back under such a violent yet elegant attack and could only retreat in embarrassment.

"Is that the Lord?"

"Your Excellency actually knows swordsmanship?"

"He pushed Teacher Earl back again and again!"

The surprised apprentices started talking among themselves, and people from farther away also rushed over after hearing the news. They quickly formed a circle around and watched the one-sided beating.

This is truly a rare sight.

Their elegant and mysterious wizard actually used a sword!
Moreover, the sword skills were so exquisite and mysterious that they were fascinated by it and wished they had more eyes.

Compared to the excited apprentices, Count Kmoye was in great pain. He felt that Kloya did not use any special magic at all.

He simply used this exquisite swordsmanship and magic to fight him head-on, but the light curtain formed by the magic sword was like pervasive sunlight, forcing him to passively take the beating.

What made him even more horrified was that he had learned this kind of swordsmanship before.

It is the light sword technique in his book "Miracle of Light", which was considered the most basic sword technique in the former Vatican system.

To put it simply, it uses magic power to form light that can cut off evil, and it also has certain special effects of breaking magic and armor.

As for the swordsmanship of the original Holy See of Light, the sound and light effects were naturally very exaggerated. When the sword was swung, it was like a ball of light, so bright that it could blind some enemies' eyes.

Kokoroa, what is this?
Others are balls of light, and you directly turned into the sun and the rainbow?
What he couldn't understand the most was that this light had a suppressive effect on the Thorns of Justice in his body.

If he continues like this, he will definitely be beaten to pieces like a ball. This is absolutely unacceptable.

So he took the opportunity to step back half a step and found a chance to take out the near-legendary knight sword given to him by his ancestors from the space ring.

"drink!"

With the help of the knight's sword, he barely held on in the all-pervasive rainbow light for... three seconds.

When Croix saw him take out the knight's sword, he unceremoniously increased the release of magic power. The already gorgeous and dazzling rainbow light became even more brilliant, like a rainbow falling to the ground.

Now Count Cômey could no longer hold on.

Three seconds later, with a "crack" sound, Kloya's sword fell in front of him, pointing straight at his throat.

If this had been on a battlefield, he would have been dead.

"I surrender!"

The count smiled helplessly, threw away the knight's sword in his hand, and lay straight on the ground in a big letter shape, gasping for breath, his face covered with sweat.

The whole person looked like he was fished out of the water.

The apprentices watching the battle cheered.

"Lord Croa!"

"So strong!"

"Can you teach us?"

If they admired Croa's powerful magic and personal charm before, now they have completely become Croa's fanboys.

It turns out that their lord also knows this kind of swordsmanship!
Could it be that you are the legendary magic swordsman who can "cultivate both monsters and spirits"? Or is it a magic swordsman?

"Do you want to learn?"

Kloya casually threw the sword in his hand. Although it was such an intense exercise, not only were his clothes not messy, he didn't even sweat a bit.

He looked at the excited apprentices and gestured to the small shield beside him - the latter immediately began to fly, shielding all the hundreds of apprentices present with its powerful force.

At this time, the apprentices did not know what they were going to face, and everyone’s face was filled with joy and excitement.

"We want to learn!" they answered in unison.

"Okay." Chloe smiled.

They haven't been happy yet.

A portal suddenly appeared behind Kroa, and a group of sunflowers emerged from it, marching out in an orderly manner with their roots.

Each sunflower holds a shining crystal sword in its hand, reflecting and refracting colorful light.

Croa, who was standing in front of the Sunflower Swordsmen, smiled and said, "This is the Rainbow Sword I'm going to teach you. You can learn it as long as you can beat my sunflowers."

"Now...please be serious."

"You won't die, but it will be painful."

As soon as the wizard finished speaking, the sunflower swordsmen behind him rushed forward with their flat roots and crystal swords in hand.

It was like a rainbow storm, sweeping into the team of apprentices, instantly chopping down several who were unable to react.

"what is this!"

The other apprentices finally reacted and quickly formed a team to stop them.

At this time, Cloya had pulled Count Cmoye aside and sat down somewhere. They drank tea and chatted while watching the apprentices being "slaughtered" by the Sunflower Swordsmen.

The earl's eyes twitched wildly, and he couldn't help asking, "How did you learn this?"

"Sword of Light, is there anything brighter than the light of the sun?"

Kloya answered casually and said nothing more, concentrating on watching the battle between the apprentices and the Sunflower Swordsmen.

The Count was stunned, staring blankly at the sun, then at Cloya - the Vatican couldn't use the sun's light? How could you?

Once again, he was shocked by Croa's power and mystery.

At this time, a battle had already broken out in the distance.

You know what, the Shield Potion Elf is quite powerful. It can even block the attacks of the Sunflower Swordsmen.

Even blocked his attack just now.

The strength of this defense alone is estimated to be level six or seven. It really is not a waste of using so much free spiritual power of the God Messenger Moss.

It seems that I need to collect more and create more elves in the future.

Anyway, it doesn't cost any money, but I should thank the Holy See for the abundant spirituality it has contributed to me.

I don't know where they started the war, and whether it will affect me.
Thanks to book friend 20210426190345071 for the reward, and thank you all for your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets ~ Thank you everyone!


(End of this chapter)