Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

That is not an illusion, but the result of years of accumulation.

"Volamei?" Lord's voice brought her back to reality from her excited mood.

"Yes! Teacher Lord!" Volame quickly forced himself to calm down.

"Get ready, the teleportation array is about to activate. This is probably your first time experiencing this kind of large-scale space teleportation. You may feel an increase in gravity during this process. Remember to mobilize your magic to protect yourself."

Lord did not notice the violent fluctuations in Volame's heart, and just gave instructions as usual, his attention completely focused on the teleportation array that was about to be completed in front of him.

"I understand!" Volame took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

No matter who the teacher is, a legend or an ordinary human, at this moment he is the one she trusts the most.

She must keep up with her teacher.

At this time, a magic circle with a diameter of only two meters has been drawn on a piece of open space temporarily cleared in the central square of White Castle.

There were only three people to be teleported, so Celie did not build a particularly large teleportation array. She only needed to establish a connection with the teleportation array in the Kingdom of El.

Now that the connection has been established and the teleportation array has been constructed, all that remains is to replenish magic power into it.

Not far away, the dwarf city lord Balin personally led the magicians he hired to transport magic power into the teleportation array. However, the magic power of these magicians was obviously a drop in the bucket for this cross-continental teleportation array.

But at least I can share some of the burden.

Lord walked to the core of the magic circle, took off the Org along with the scabbard from his waist, grasped the hilt, and sank his mind into the depths of the scabbard, establishing a connection with the core of the holy relic sealed inside.

A vast wave of magical power began to emanate from the inside of the scabbard, causing tiny ripples in the surrounding space.

He carefully channeled the magic power emitted from the scabbard into the teleportation array.

hum!

As the magic power continued to increase, the magic circle instantly burst into dazzling light.

At the same time, Lord and Celie also injected their magic power into the teleportation array to fill the last gap.

As the missing magic power was completely filled, a huge but stable magic vortex appeared in the center of the entire magic circle. At the center of the vortex, a deep space channel was slowly taking shape!

"It's okay, the situation is stable." Celia's cold voice sounded.

Lord stood in the center of the magic circle and felt that the magic power stored in the scabbard was being rapidly drawn out. Although the consumption was huge, it was far from reaching the source and was completely within his acceptable range.

This made him feel a little relieved.

Volame stood not far behind Lord, feeling the violent fluctuations of magic power around him, and one can imagine the shock in his heart.

She gripped her staff tightly, mobilized all the magic power in her body, and formed a light barrier around her body, preparing to welcome the upcoming space teleportation.

The huge magic vortex finally took shape and stabilized, and the space gate appeared.

"Let's go." Celia gave the order.

Lord took one last look at the dwarf city lord Balin and others, nodded slightly in greeting, and then stepped into the light gate without hesitation.

Celia followed closely behind, her figure disappearing into the light curtain.

Volame took a deep breath, took a last look at the land where he experienced a real battlefield for the first time, and then stepped into the light gate.

With a flash of light, the three figures completely disappeared from White Castle Square.

The light of the huge composite magic circle slowly faded, leaving only dim magic runes on the ground, proving that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

The dwarf city lord looked at the empty square for a long time before muttering in awe, "May everything go well for you all."

Chapter 185 The Erosion Begins

In the Kingdom of El, in the deepest part of the imperial palace.

This is not a magnificent palace, but a huge basement.

Even this basement is very empty. Apart from the stone platform in the middle, there is no other debris. Only the magic minerals inlaid on the walls emit a soft light.

And above that stone platform, a silver sword was quietly floating.

Holy Sword: Elsword.

This holy sword, after being broken and forged again, is not as dazzling as Orger. Instead, the sword body has an ancient dark silver color.

In order to allow it to carry the power of faith, Lord had specially engraved corresponding magic runes during the forging process. Now these runes are quietly flowing on the surface of the sword.

Even though it does not emit any light, its mere presence makes it seem like the center of the entire space, enough to attract everyone's attention.

Graao Sam is no exception.

The moment this great demon stepped into the basement and his eyes met the holy sword, his perfect disguise was almost instantly broken.

"Well!"

He groaned, his body shaking slightly uncontrollably, as if he had suffered an invisible mental attack.

This sword, this legendary holy sword of mankind, exuded the pure power of faith. The moment his eyes met it, he felt a burning pain.

As expected, it's the one that Master Shulahart wants to get involved with.

Graosam couldn't even imagine how terrifying the power of this holy sword before him, which had absorbed the power of human faith for thousands of years, would be.

He endured the pain of burning and forced himself to stand firm.

The depths of his eyes had long been replaced by greed and shock that could not be concealed.

The Sword of Human Rights, Elsword, is a legendary artifact forged by dwarves on behalf of the godslayer Lord, and embodies the power of human faith.

It is one of the three most powerful swords in the world, along with the missing divine sword Org and the divine sword Atos in the hands of the elven saint Celie.

Only after witnessing its existence with his own eyes and feeling the terrifying power within it did Graosam truly realize the madness of Lord Shulahat's plan.

If I could reverse the power of this holy sword...

What a feat that would be!

"Master Graosam? What's wrong with you?" On the side, Emperor El Fidel, who was deeply affected by mental magic, had a look of confusion on his face.

He saw that the moment Graosam saw the holy sword, his face turned pale and his body trembled slightly, as if he was in great pain.

The light of the holy sword also made him feel awe and an invisible pressure, but it was far less intense than Graosam's reaction.

"It's alright, Your Majesty." Graosam quickly adjusted his breathing, forcibly suppressing the discomfort in his body, and forced a smile back on his face. "The pressure of the Holy Sword is truly formidable. Even I felt immensely shocked, and I lost my mind for a moment."

If it were a normal Fidel, he would have noticed something wrong in Graosam's words.

After all, if it's just pure pressure, it definitely won't hurt anyone.

The moment Graosam saw the holy sword, he felt discomfort and even pain. This was strange and must have triggered some passive mechanism of the holy sword.

But now Fidel had already been completely controlled by Graosam's mental magic and could not think of this at all.

Therefore, he nodded without a doubt at Graosam's explanation, "I see. But the power of the Holy Sword is so terrifying, then we..."

He looked at the holy sword, his eyes filled with desire.

Graosam took a deep breath, knowing that the opportunity was fleeting.

He must get close to the holy sword and complete the most crucial step.

He took cautious steps toward the holy sword floating on the stone platform.

With each step closer, the pain brought by the divine pressure became more and more intense, but the madness in his eyes also became more intense.

near...

Closer...

Finally, he stood before Elsword, stretched out his trembling hand, and slowly grasped its hilt.

Just as he grasped the hilt of the sword.

hum! ! !

The Holy Sword, Ellight, suddenly burst out with unprecedented light.

The light was not an attack, but an instinctive rejection.

A shockwave composed of the power of faith suddenly burst out from the sword.

"what!!!"

Graosam let out a shrill scream.

Under this shock wave, he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, rolled several times on the ground before stopping, and then spat out a mouthful of dark purple blood.

"Damn it!" Graosam was annoyed.

He was careless!

He had never expected the Holy Sword's repulsion to be so strong.

Although he had learned from Shulahat before that the Holy Sword Elshine had a special protection mechanism, it required the blood of the El royal bloodline to unlock its first level of power restriction.

He just wanted to get close to the holy sword to detect the seal, but he didn't expect to be blown away as soon as he touched it.

Fortunately, I spent a lot of effort to successfully control Fidel, otherwise I wouldn't be able to complete even the first step of the plan.

"Lord Graosam!"

Fidel rushed over. When he saw Graosam's twisted and charred arm, his face was filled with confusion. "What's going on? Why is the holy sword attacking you?!"

Facing Field's question, a trace of violence and shame flashed in Graosam's eyes.

"Ahem! Your Majesty, it's alright."

Graosam struggled to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his uninjured arm. "The power contained in the holy sword is too great, and my magic has suffered a backlash. It seems that activating it will be more difficult than I imagined."

He tried hard to make up an excuse and quietly took out the crystal that Shulahart had given him, which was emitting an ominous dark purple light.

"What should we do then?" Emperor Fidel became even more anxious.

He looked at the suspended holy sword, then at Graosam. Controlled by mental magic, he no longer had any ability to think, and simply believed the human in front of him based on instinct.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry."

Graosam's voice carried a drowsy power, and the powerful mental magic was once again activated with full force.

Under the interference of this mental magic, Fidel's suspicion that Graosam was injured disappeared without a trace in the next second.

"I have other ways to try, but you have to do me a small favor."