MTL - Transcendent Dawn-Chapter 800 Level 6

  Ricci took a few steps back and blurted out: "You... are you Phil's tutor?!"

  Phil the Flamethrower!

  Fifty years ago, challenged the magic inheritor who was defeated by the Mercenary Emperor!

   "Are you...really a mentor? Why was the whereabouts unknown at the time? Ilia and Takrau have been looking for you..."

  Ricci murmured.

  "Ilia..."

   Phil's soul and fire flickered again, and it took a long time before he let out a wry smile: "After that failure...I'm already dead!"

   "But, you are alive again! I want to learn this magic, the spell of resurrection!" Richie knelt on the ground, not forgetting his biggest goal: "Please help me, mentor!"

   "Undead magic!"

Phil's skull turned around, and he let out a quack of laughter: "The deceased will not die, they will rise again! The Mercenary Great would not have thought of the failure he gave me, but made me realize the power that is completely opposite to the flame. The power of death and ice! But... this kind of magic is very dangerous and very imperfect... In order to survive, I had to transform my life form into this ugly'lich'!"

"I have lost my sense of smell, taste, touch... I'm trapped in this body, suffering day and night torture!" Phil said: "Even... I dare not appear in front of my beloved. Even so, do you want to learn? "

   "Think, because I want to resurrect the one I love!"

  Rich said loudly: "And...Teacher, you have been trying to improve it, haven't you? Those ghouls are your masterpiece!"

   "Smart little guy, I think I need an assistant."

   Phil smiled.

  He still didn't say a word.

  It was a fluke that he was able to come alive back then, coupled with the timely ‘lich transformation’.

  Up to now, especially recently, it has become extremely difficult to summon souls, and it is almost impossible to complete.

  But he didn't say anything. He just wanted to see Rich's dedication, hard work, and ultimately despair.

  I have to say that after transforming his life form, his character, his spirit, etc. have all experienced big problems. This is an inevitable sequelae.

  ……

  Imperial Capital.

  Thulhu got on a flying carriage and came to the floating city.

  This floating city is located in the sky. There are very few landing replenishment materials, and you usually want to enter, unless you are a magician who performs ‘flying’ or rides on magic items.

  This limits the possibility for most people to board.

  Even residents of the imperial capital, who have always been proud, can only lower their heads and secretly envy them when facing the floating city above their heads.

  The carriage flew across the sky and stopped on an edge square in the floating city.

   Soon, a ban emerged.

  "The floating city is a more complete node than the mage tower, enough to support the fifth and sixth layers of the magic net, and...there is also the ability to restrict the caster..."

  Thulhu smiled to himself.

  This kind of restriction is not allowed by the owner of the floating city, and it is forbidden to cast spells in the floating city to prevent so many magicians from causing trouble together.

  Of course, with the ability to ‘ban demons’, there is authority.

  The lord of the floating city, that is, Iliya, can give his own people the right to contact the magic net.

  Thulhu wore the most common magician robe and walked in the floating city.

  At the beginning of its establishment, there was a plan for the residential area, commercial area, and experimental area. The division is very reasonable, and the center is a tall tower.

  The pedestrians around are mostly magicians, or magic apprentices, or even people who have a relationship with magicians.

The shops on both sides of    also sell all kinds of magic materials.

   "It really is a city of magicians!"

   Thulhu can be imagined, living here for a long time will inevitably be separated from the world.

   "Ilia... you have completed the important task of promoting magic, but in order to become a god, you will inevitably be tested!"

  He sighed, and countless messages flooded in.

  ……

  Floating city core.

  Meditation room.

  With the establishment of the sixth layer of magic net, Ilia has also entered a stage of reincarnation.

  Different from the promotion of ordinary mythological professionals, her promotion this time is because of the establishment of the magic net, which feeds her back into the realm of the sixth-level magician.

  No ceremony is required, and the savings are very deep.

  It can be said that there is almost no possibility of failure.

  Similarly, the same goes for the promotion to the seventh-order god, as long as she can cast the seventh-level magic net!

  At this time, you can see countless small runes, poured into Ilia's body through the magic net, completely remaking her flesh and blood, forming a brand-new body with magic patterns.

  Behind this body, there are layers of magic nets emerging.

  The dark pipes protruded directly from the magic net, pierced into the back of the body, and disappeared.

  This is not the body of myth, but the effect is similar. The key is to mobilize the power of the magic net more conveniently!

   "Finally...the sixth level."

  Ilia opened her eyes and muttered to herself.

  She deeply felt that she had done nothing wrong in this step.

  Abolish the emperor, establish a brand-new magic empire, collect the beliefs of the people across the continent, and directly advance the magic net to the sixth level.

   And she also relied on the backfeeding of the magic net to break through the bottleneck of the sixth-level magister like a bamboo.

"The seventh level...has involved the gods, which is the most critical step...The first four layers of magic nets rely on the mage tower, the fifth and sixth layers of magic nets rely on floating cities, and the seventh layer of magic nets will be promoted to rules. Capital directly separated from foreign objects..."

   "If I can build the seventh magic net, I will be promoted to a god!"

  In Iliya's heart, an obsession emerged.

   Soon, all the strange things on her disappeared~www.novelbuddy.com~ She put on a gorgeous magician robe and walked out of the meditation room.

   "Level 6...Congratulations!"

  Taklau was naturally a Level 5 Magister. He saw this scene and asked: "What kind of state is this...?"

"Trust me, Taklau... The description of the language is too pale. The most important point is to get closer to the magic elements and the magic net, and to extend my life! At this time, I don’t rely on anything else, just this body, probably Can live for about a thousand years..."

  In addition, magicians have various methods to extend their lifespan. Generally speaking, they are much better than hard-pressed fighters.

  Taklau knows very well that at this time, Ilia is not just an ordinary level six, and mastering the core authority of the magic net, its combat power is comparable to the peak of level six!

  He was silent, and finally said: "The thirteenth obelisk, I don’t recommend looking for..."

   "Why?"

  Ilia glanced at him, naturally with great pressure.

   "I have received a revelation of fate, the thirteenth obelisk, contains unparalleled madness and darkness..." Taklau explained.

   "I am already a sixth-level magister."

  Ilia retorted, but after thinking about it, she nodded: "However, since it is your prediction, I will consider it carefully."