Ember Skywalker

Chapter 222: The Nature of the Fu Demon! The Choice of Family and Country!

Raven was also startled.

This was the first time he used Pulse Meditation after being promoted to the Heavenly Rank. He did not expect the noise to be so loud, so he quickly began to restrain himself.

"Do it your way," Monet stopped him.

Upon hearing this, Raven no longer suppressed himself and allowed the Pulse Meditation to fully activate.

A vortex of burning energy formed in the room, and he was the center of the vortex.

A quarter of an hour passed, Raven's eyes began to bleed and his hands began to tremble.

Although he had anticipated the difficulty of reviving the demon, after he started, he found that it was actually worse.

Monet's combustion characteristics are unpredictable, while his own combustion is stable. When the two are combined, it is almost like boiling water, and it may fail at any time.

Finally, when he was restoring the core of the entanglement burning array, with a bang, the entire set of weapons turned into a huge fireball and rolled Riven in.

A layer of mana shield suddenly appeared on Riven's body, barely blocking the fireball.

It was Monet who took action in the critical moment.

In order not to interfere with the magic restoration, the magic restoration master basically does not release mana shield when working.

However, this also means that if the restoration fails, the restorer is very likely to be injured or even die.

What Raven was looking at was a real legendary weapon, its power was self-evident. If Monet hadn't taken action, he would have been seriously injured.

"Very good, your performance has exceeded my expectations.

That’s it for today, come back tomorrow.”

"I disappoint you."

Raven sighed, her heart beginning to ache.

This piece of Posha was made of many precious materials and took a lot of effort to process, but it was unfortunately burned down in a blink of an eye.

As if seeing what Raven was thinking, Monet comforted him:
"I prepared twenty of these initial equipment. Although it almost emptied the Yuandu Guild, it would be worth it if just one of them succeeded."

However, the next day, with a bang, another fireball exploded, and Raven failed again.

But this time he almost completed the restoration of most of the entangled burning array.

Monet smiled and asked, "Your progress surprises me, but you won't succeed if you continue like this. Do you know where you failed?"

Raven shook her head.

"You have extraordinary perception, so you strive for perfection every time you restore your magic, am I right?"

"Shouldn't it be like this?"

"This is not a problem, but it is a big problem when it comes to legendary weapons."

Monet turned serious.

"First, tell me, what is the nature of the Fumo?"

"It's the fusion of burning power."

“Yes and no.

This is actually the purpose of resurrecting the devil, but in essence, it is to burn the balance of power."

Monet chuckled: "In weapons below level three, since the burning force is easy to control, we can pursue the perfect fusion of the burning force to make the magic weapons more powerful.

But for legendary weapons, the magician has to control the fusion of five different types of fuel, which is an almost impossible task.

If you continue to pursue perfection, you will only lead to failure.”

Raven savored Monet's words and seemed to understand.

"You mean, we can lower the degree of perfection appropriately and make sure this weapon is completed first."

"You understood it so quickly, yes, that's it.

Have you noticed that the legendary weapons in history are not very perfect?"

Raven thought so too.

"That's not right. It is said that Genesis was perfect."

Monet blew his beard and said, "You are just arguing, aren't you? How can we compare with O'Carolan? Every one of his works is perfect.

Okay, that’s all for today, we’ll continue tomorrow.”

The next day, Raven followed Monet's advice and lowered his pursuit of perfection, and this time he succeeded.

But Monet's face turned black and he was shaking with anger.

Because the perfection of this weapon is only 20%.

"This is rubbish! Did you do this on purpose?"

"Hehe, I just want to see my own limits."

"Roll, roll, roll, redo it."

Next, Riven successfully made two more pieces, but the highest perfection was only 60% and could not be improved any further.

Raven was a little distressed, mainly because his fuel was too much in conflict with Monet's, and it was difficult for them to be compatible. Monet had no good solution, so he could only grit his teeth and continue to provide materials, watching Raven do harm.

He knew that constant adjustment was the only way.

A manor on the outskirts of Isaac.

A week had passed since the court dispute. The lords of various places in Dante had successively received the edicts of the former emperor and learned about the proceedings of the court dispute.

Even if these lords hated Loran, they had to obey His Majesty's orders and send all their sons and nephews to the original capital to gather.

Ten days later, a legion composed entirely of noble children and private soldiers was formed.

This legion has only more than 10,000 people, but they are extremely elite, and the lowest among them are as strong as high-level warriors.

In fact, the strength of most noble children is above that of great warriors, and some have reached the heavenly level.

For example, Xiao from the Roentgen family and Garcia from the Ismael family.

Not only that, their equipment is also exceptionally elite.

In order to ensure that their descendants could survive on the battlefield, the families of these people took out almost all of their best equipment, and even armed their private soldiers to the feet.

It can be said that this is a new army with obvious strength.

As for the actual combat effectiveness, it depends on the test on the battlefield.

Titus personally inspected the cavalry regiment, but remained silent after returning to the palace.

Because he saw many underage children among them, including children of nobles and private soldiers.

"It seems that the lords have given everything they have. I just hope that they will not be uprooted. Alas." He said to the palace steward afterwards.

The mansion of Marquis Doyle was filled with deep sadness at this moment, and there were cries everywhere.

"Cry! You just cry! Hurry up and pack your things and leave Isaac City!"

The old marquis slammed the table and shouted.

He was really tired of crying.

Not far in front of him, a well-dressed woman with tear marks on her face was holding a child of about thirteen or fourteen years old.

“Father, if you don’t leave, what’s the point of Rossi and I going there?
I never left Dante without fear."

Doyle sighed:

“Nolan is a neutral kingdom and won’t do anything to the Dante people.

Besides, it's better to have guards following you than to stay here and wait to die.

Besides, in two years, Rossi will be an adult and will have to go to the battlefield. Do you want him to die in the northwest?"

"Father, is Dante really unable to hold on? Isn't there still His Majesty?"

"Alas, I have lived a lifetime, through William's invasion and the founding war, but none of them has been as despairing as this.

I got some news from Master Andre. This time, Dante...

There is really no escape.”

"Why don't you come with me?
You are old and no longer need to serve His Majesty, so please come with me."

"Our family has lived here for generations, and we have been blessed by Your Majesty. I will not go anywhere, and will perish with Dante.

Of course, I will take a few more people with me before I die.

But Rossi is different, he is still too young, even if it means... leaving a trace of bloodline for the family."

Woo, woo, woo…the woman cried even louder.

In a small manor on the outskirts of Isaac, Viscount Green returned exhausted.

As soon as I reached the gate of the manor, a noble lady who had been waiting for a long time came to greet me and asked anxiously:

"How's it going? Did you make a move?"

"Out."

The Viscount nodded and sighed.

“If only I had listened to you earlier.

Two months ago, this manor could be sold for a good price, but now it can only barely recover the land price."

“Just sell it now, it will be cheaper later.

Let's pack up as soon as possible. I have already contacted my cousin and he will send us safely to the Kingdom of Nolan."

"Alas, I am the dignified Viscount Dante, but I never expected to be reduced to seeking refuge in another country."

"I had the honor of meeting the daughter of Marquis Doyle at a dinner party. She told me that Dante is about to collapse. We must make plans early."

"But……"

Green hesitated and finally sighed:
“I want to stay and die with Dante.

I would feel like a coward if I left like this.”

(End of this chapter)