Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 738: The swan song of Emperor Morton
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"What?! Your arcane points cost more than 7,000 points, now there are only more than 2,000 points left?" Locke said in shock as he watched Ashar finally walked out of the laboratory.
After all, humans are not beaten by iron. As Asha's second-level dark elementalist, Rao has conducted research experiments in the laboratory for more than three months, and his body is a little too much.
Rarely, Ashar gave himself a week off.
Just when I was chatting with Locke just now, Locke knew what the master had done in the library of Bright Moon College in those two months.
With more than 7,000 arcane points, an ordinary first-level magician may not be able to accumulate so much in his life, but Ashar was exhausted in just half a month.
"The knowledge I gained from the Arcane Light of Bright Moon Academy has not yet been fully penetrated. It will take at least half a year to fully understand and master the theories of these magical elements." Ashar said to Locke.
For the level of desire for knowledge, magicians are a group of lunatics who forget to sleep and eat. Fortunately, Locke is not a magician, and he can't understand this crazy behavior.
"You don't have to wait for me in the city of Bright Moon. If you want to continue to experience, you can go to the Belem Empire first." After the meal, Ashar picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, then said.
Locke shook his head, "It was said at the beginning. When we leave the Abarut Empire, we will separate again. It's still early. And I haven't grown to a bottleneck."
Locke didn't want to separate from Ashar so early.
"It's up to you." Slowly drank the water in the teacup in his hand, Ashar got up and left the living room.
Outside Memira is still working hard to cultivate vindictiveness. In order to reward this Nizi for doing a good dinner today, Locke gave her a high-level wind energy spar.
From a certain point of view, the appearance of high-grade energy spar is much better than ordinary diamonds and pearls, and it is much more dreamy and blurred.
Memila, who got a high-level wind energy spar, took this energy spar very seriously and stored it in her space ring, but she had no intention of using it.
"The low-level servants are not your end point. This is just a starting stage. The following training and breakthroughs will become more difficult. Your goal is to be promoted to the middle-level servants within one year." Locke said to Memira.
Two months ago, the New Year passed, Memira became a fifteen-year-old girl, and Locke finally ushered in his memorable age of sixty.
Tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Holy Moon Tower, the capital of the Abarut Empire, Cecilia, the master of the Holy Moon Tower, is waiting for the reception of the Emperor.
The Abalut Empire and the Belém Empire are similar in many respects. This is a superpower with the supremacy of the monarchy.
Although it is not comparable to the Belen Empire Emperor Syfiel, who has absolute prestige and power in the empire, but in the Albarut Empire, this gray-haired Emperor Morton also has good qualities Hold the power in your hand.
Emperor Morton is not a strong man who breaks through the **** level. Today, at 2,876 years old, he is about to usher in the end of his life.
As a third-level elementalist with wind attributes, Emperor Morton has been under pressure from the emperor of the Belém Empire since he inherited the throne.
The strength is not comparable, the national strength is not comparable, and the number of powerhouses above level 4 is also not comparable. Even the number of low-level planes controlled by slavery is far inferior to the Belen Empire.
Emperor Moulton felt that he was sorry for the ancestors of the dynasties. Even if life died and the light of consciousness disappeared, Emperor Moulton could not let go of his life being weaker than that man.
Three thousand years old is the upper limit of the theoretical lifespan of a third-level spellcaster. With the Albarut Empire as a backing, Emperor Morton, who enjoys countless resources, will definitely live more than three thousand years.
But it is undeniable that he really won't live long.
Once Morton dies, there will be short-term turbulence in the Abbalut Empire. After the new emperor succeeds, it will inevitably take hundreds of years to consolidate his position.
At that time, the Abalut Empire must have been opened up by the Belem Empire.
Wen is no first, Wu is no second.
Emperor Morton wanted to surpass Syfiel once until his death.
At the moment when his life is about to reach the end, Emperor Morton wants to fight one last time!
"Call in Cecilia." Sitting on the ancient throne, Morton said to the attendant beside him.
In addition to Emperor Morton and his attendants and servants, there are also two middle-aged people with extraordinary momentum in the hall.
One is a burly man with a black beard, and another is a gentle and elegant middle-aged man holding a blue magic wand.
People who are familiar with the Empire of Abalut can tell the identity of the two in one word, the steel-forged general-Klauer, and the heart of ice-Walboch.
Clauer, the strong black beard, is one of the three generals with the same status as Cecilia in the magic empire. He has the title of steel-forged general. He is a powerful fourth-level knight, and is also Eba. The owner of one of the four knight halls in the Ruth Empire.
Walboqi, a middle-aged man holding a blue magic wand, is not a third general of the Abarut Empire, but he is a fourth-level ice elementalist who has a close relationship with the royal family in the empire, and he is also Ai The owner of one of the three holy towers in the Barut Empire.
"Your Majesty!" Cecilia, wearing a turquoise armor and a cloak on her back, walked into the hall and said respectfully to Emperor Morton who was sitting high on the throne.
Clearly a wind caster, Cecilia is dressed in armor, indicating that she has absolutely integrated into the identity of the three generals of her empire.
She is a general of the empire first, and a powerful fourth-level spellcaster second, a master of the holy tower.
"How about the information about that inferior plane?" Above the throne, Emperor Morton's deep voice came.
"It is a low-level plane that has developed to the extreme, and it is about to touch the threshold of the intermediate plane. Its natives call themselves Saiyans, and that plane is also named Saiyan plane!" Cecily Ya reported to Emperor Morton.
"Is it about to touch the threshold of the Intermediate Plane? Humph, as my swan song before abdicating, it's not bad." Emperor Morton sneered.
Since the development of the Wizarding Plane, there have been only three wars with the medium-sized planes of the same level. Although they all ended in a tragic victory, each war has left an indelible impression on the standard plane.
The most recent war with the Intermediate Plane occurred more than 6,500 years ago.
"How is the strength of that plane? How many creatures above level 4 exist." Morton's majestic voice came from the throne again.
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