Pivot of the Sky

Boy, by the time you see this, you're already a great secondary magician. I don't know what kind of hardship you're going through in the mountains, but you should find yourself actually stronger than you think. I can slowly tell you all about my magic training experience. But the secrets of the gods I've only explored this one step, and then it's just speculation.

It is actually harder to awaken the power of the two sides of one and follow certain steps to simultaneously practise somatography and divinity than to practise one alone. But according to Bell's information, I want you to embark on this difficult path. Become a second-degree magician. If you are too late to come to the test of "steadfastness of faith," I suggest that you also persevere in practicing second-degree physical arts while learning all kinds of low-order magic you can master.

If the second degree of physical training reaches its peak and the test of divine advancement comes, then my guess is correct.

Magicians cannot be divulged in every city and state on the continent, but being a samurai is a good cover. If you accidentally divulge, you may be able to impersonate a distant magician, but this can be dangerous in a country that believes in different gods.

There's no need for this taboo in the jungle, and you don't have to be afraid of cavemen, just be careful that their bows and arrows can be poisonous. The use of divinity in front of them is a good deterrent, especially fire elemental divinity, where cavemen worship fire. You may encounter a cave wildling tribe, and if you are smart, you may be treated as a god, which depends on luck.

Though you can't easily divulge your own secrets, you may want to pass on this practice to others, those who deserve your trust or use it, and get proof from them. You probably don't think it's the right thing to do. I'm sorry, I did the same thing to you. It's always better than a lifetime of gruesome cloaking in a mortal world, even if you can't end up a god, at least you can see the light out of the sky.

Keep going high. When you cross three clouds and find a place to rest, I don't know when you'll pass the test of "steadfastness of faith." But from now on, you have to pay attention to the weather around you and the east sky, and when disaster strikes, you'll see the next message I leave you.

So far, the old lunatic's first message is that he didn't teach Amon specific exercises, he just talked like a chat about situations that needed attention. Amon was very disturbed by the fact that he had mentioned disaster once again, and that the next message would not be seen until after it had arrived. What kind of disaster was it?

Since Amon couldn't figure it out, and there was no more futile thinking, Peace of Mind continued to do what was needed now. The next day, Amon continued to climb high behind Schrödinger's back, and the majestic peak seemed to be in front of him, but walked quite far. Amon walked another day, and if he remembered correctly, he had crossed the clouds that doubled around the hillside.

Why did the old lunatic let him run so high? Schrödinger led the way, but the cat had been sleeping in her pocket for a few days, seemingly regardless of where Amon was going or how fast he was going. If he really wants to lead the way, he's not afraid of Amon going the wrong way? In such a complex mountain, with a slight mistake, the ultimate destination is the difference between heaven and earth.

Amon just thought so, Schrödinger, who was snoring and sleeping, suddenly jumped out of his skin pocket and slipped a cigarette into the bush beside the road, running faster than the rabbit, almost blinking. Ammon pulled the knife too late to open the road. In a hurry, he jumped more than a dozen feet beyond a bush. When he landed, he summoned a wind to help him stand steady and quickly chased down the direction of the cat disappearing.

With the heavy iron branches jumping so high and so far away in an instant, the landing can still be so steady. Amon is unaware that his physical training has been quite successful.

The cat could not be seen in front, but Amon again saw the footprints left by the leather boots, or the old boots, whose teeth were almost flattened, and heard movement from afar. He ran in the direction of the sound, bypassing a beach, and saw Schrödinger's cat probing under a tree and looking forward, and the roar of the beast and the cry of a man in the valley.

The cat not only walked away, but also learned to watch the bustle!

Amon walked up to Schrödinger and looked forward, startled. In front is a horseshoe-shaped valley, with three steep cliffs half surrounded by a water pond, and a man standing on a half slope of the cliff waving a long sword and being surrounded by several large iron beasts.

Amon has seen Ironclad Beast, wrapped around a squamous cornucopia, very hard as Ironclad. It's an omnivore that eats termites in the jungle, fish and shrimp in sludge, and often eats iron ore rich sand to help digest, sometimes capturing small animals. The finest fine iron ore can be removed from the manure of the Ironclad Beast.

Normal adult Ironclad beasts are just over three feet long, and although they are powerful, they are not too scary. But now the iron beasts that besieged the man were ten feet long, and they didn't know what alien breed it was. Amon sucked in a breath of cold air just one glance. The first time he saw a beast, he could actually use a divine instinct.

Ironclad's shell is stiff, but it is not flexible enough to climb steep mountain walls. The young man who was under siege seemed to know that, perhaps by the pool, he had spooked several mutant giant iron beasts and then climbed to the hillside half-way back in an attempt to avoid them, and those iron beasts had climbed along.

Amon senses a fluctuation in elemental power, and that huge Ironclad beast actually uses a natural skill similar to earth-element theology to attach his body to the rock, becoming heavier and more powerful. And they are far more flexible than the average Ironclad Beast, with sharp teeth and paws as deadly weapons, and long tails sweeping past with a strange force.

This force creates a sense of oppression in the vicinity, feeling that the body will become heavier and slower, inadvertently avoiding the possibility of a muscle fracture swept by the long tail of the iron whip. Although Amon has not yet begun to practice the magic of earthly elements, the related mantra and the various power characteristics of the implementation have long been familiar, and at first glance the magic of it is understood.

The man who was fighting the Ironclad Beast also had a difficult hand, a long sword waving in the wind and rain, and a faint foggy halo. It is already a middle-class warrior to be able to inspire power in the bloodline through weapons. The case of the mutant Ironclad Beast, though extremely hard and fearful of a common sword, is constrained by the light mist on the man's sword, especially his eyes and the weak spots with white belly skin.

When a Parachute strikes, it is necessary to raise your head and open your fangs and lift your claws, so that the softer skin below your neck will be exposed, which is exactly what men attack, so you can fight a banner drum under the surrounding of the three Iron Armor Beasts. Amon arrived at the height of the war, but at first glance he saw that the man was in danger.

These mutant armored beasts seem to be smart and even have simple intelligence, know how to cooperate with the siege, three attract attention in the front, and one sneaks around the rear quietly.

Three iron armored beasts besieged the man on both sides and below, completely entangled him, while another iron armored beast had quietly climbed above the cliff and raised a long iron tail silently on a protruding rock. Even if the man raised his head, his gaze would be blocked by the rocks protruding above him, and nothing could be seen. The long tail fell with heavy force and swept directly onto his head, and the man who was blocked on three sides could not hide in any way.

It was too late to be reminded that an unexpected situation had occurred at that time. The Ironclad tail at the height stood up and took a step forward, grasping the rock as it was preparing to force itself, but suddenly slipped under his feet and lowered his body. The edge of the rock inexplicably forms a layer of ice that not only slips abnormally but is also very cold, which is the most intolerable feeling of a crawling beast.

Mutant Ironclad beasts use earth-like magic instincts, and the body breaks this layer of ice as soon as it eats. But the crushed ice turned into a sharp ice crystal, stuck to the soft skin beneath its chest, although not pierced, the pain was intolerable for a moment. The Ironclad tried to retract and get back on his feet, but another gust of wind rolled up on the rock, circling his raised long tail and swinging hard to one side.

The long tail of the Ironclad Beast is an important organ for maintaining the balance of the body. A string of delicate magic fights against a giant beast standing on a narrow rock, it finally fails to maintain the balance and falls off the rock. Coincidentally, it landed on the other iron armored beast on the left below, and the two iron armored beasts rolled together into the pool beneath the mountain. The hard shell struck the rock and made a lot of noise, stirring up a huge wave in the pool.

The man in the middle of the feud was surprised by this sudden change, and suddenly the Goddess was almost pulled out by the right giant beast's extended claw. A wind condensed into a sharp wind blade in the middle of the sky and cut off the claw of the Iron Armor Beast. The surface of the claw actually raised a layer of yellow and black light. The claw didn't even leave a mark on it. It's so hard!

In such a blocking kung fu, the man had drank loudly and jumped to the left to avoid, stood steadily and struck the iron armor beast in the middle, the fog of light on the sword was unprecedented and almost condensed into a bright sheath. This sword is much more powerful than Amon's condensed wind blade. The iron armor beast that is pounding upwards cannot hide from it. He stretched out his front paw to stop it. He was actually severed by a hard raw claw, and a shocking, deafening roar was emitted.

The two remaining armored beasts were in a bad position, and they rolled down the mountain wall and fell into the water for half a day without turning their heads.

The man, even a fool, knew that a magician had just saved him. As he turned his head and saw Amon, who had come out of the bush, he hurriedly knelt down with his sword and prayed: “I didn't expect to meet a noble magician here, my name is Medanzo, a level four samurai, thank you for your help. ”

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