Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

Grid glanced at his apprentice and replied casually:

"With your current situation, there are not many ways to kill a demigod."

"Not a lot?"

Seraphine was slightly taken aback, how could she feel that in the eyes of her teacher, killing a demigod was as easy as killing a chicken.

She also tentatively asked, wondering if she could get the merit of killing a demigod.

Grid smiled and nodded slightly:

"The easiest way is to find someone stronger than that demigod and kill him."

"Cough cough..."

Seraphine's eyes twitched, this method sounds so unreliable.

Although there are many demigods in the Trifali Council, no one will come to help her unless she receives an order from the council.

"Do you think it's difficult?" Grid asked with interest.

"It's hard!" Seraphine answered truthfully.

"Think about your plan this time. If Nagakaporos was stronger, wouldn't Foyego die on that island?" Grid said with a smile.

"Indeed it is."

Seraphine was lost in thought. Although it was not common for Nagakaporos to collide with Foyego, it could indeed be part of the plan.

After the Empire came to power in the Trifali Council, it was a lot less when it was shot, and more of it was a chess player.

In the eyes of his teacher, perhaps the entire Runeterra is like a chessboard, with all the forces and demigods on it, and even some true gods.

Although he is not as strong as his teacher in all aspects, in the chess game of the empire, it is not impossible to move a small part of the chessboard.

Seraphine nodded in approval, looking at the teacher with expectant eyes, waiting for him to continue to talk about other methods.

Grid paused, then continued: "There is an easier method, poisoning."

"poison?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Seraphine's eyes:

"Teacher, is there any poison that can be effective against demigods?"

Grid glanced at her: "A demigod is not invincible. If the root of the poison comes from another powerful demigod, it is not difficult to poison a demigod, at least it can greatly weaken him."

"Forehead..."

Seraphine felt that this plan was the ideal one.

To poison a demigod, you must first obtain another demigod's poison.

If she can obtain the poison of poisoning a demigod, she must at least have the strength of a demigod, which is a paradox...

"Think it's hard?"

Hearing her teacher's similarly slightly mocking remarks, Seraphine's little face almost wrinkled together.

Isn't that difficult?

Facing the suspicious eyes of the students, Grid smiled and said:

"There are many such poisons in the empire. If you find LeBlanc yourself, you may be able to get this poison for a small price. As for how to make the demigods willingly take poison, this is a simpler question. ..."

"Demigods are also creatures, and creatures have weaknesses."

"Is that so..."

Seraphine's face was stunned, and she suddenly felt that those demigods with unattainable strength were not so difficult to kill.

Of course, she is very clear...because her teacher is a very strong being among the demigods, that's why the teacher said such an understatement.

But it is undoubtedly difficult to make her operate.

A little carelessness may not achieve the possible effect.

"Why, do you want to kill the demigods?"

Suddenly, Seraphine heard her teacher's calm question.

Looking at Grid's guiding eyes, Seraphine frowned slightly.

Since it's already hostile, why don't you want to kill it?

With a demigod-level existence, the weakest can easily destroy a city.

But it seems that since she came to the empire, she has never seen the empire kill a demigod.

Before, she just thought it was difficult to kill demigods, but now hearing her teacher's question, she found that it might not be as easy as she imagined.

"They have a bigger role?"

That was the only answer Seraphine could think of.

She still remembered the words that Commander Swain kept on his lips:

War is not for aggression, but for survival.

For the Empire, killing is never the end.

She learned a lot of information about the Empire from books and hearings. As early as Darkwill's time, the attack on Ionia was not for pure aggression.

Darkwill wants the secret of immortality, LeBlanc wants to take the opportunity to get rid of the teacher and the great commander, and the great commander and the teacher want higher prestige to interfere in the political situation of the empire...

So... the premise of killing a demigod is that it has lost its value...

Seeing Seraphine's expression, knowing that she has understood the meaning, Grid nodded with a smile:

"Heaven and earth are chess, and demigods are just pawns on the board. Learn to use them instead of wasting them innocently. Every demigod has its own unique value."

"Worth...I see."

Seraphine smiled and nodded, looking up.

Right in front of the space battleship at this moment, it is an island full of ruins.

Leaving the Poppies on board, Seraphine and Grid disembark.

It's a huge island, bigger than Bilgewater Bay and the Blue Flame Islands combined.

There are large and small villages all over it, and a huge castle in the center.

But now these buildings are all covered with traces of dilapidation and time, and when you look down, you will see dilapidated.

Walking in this scene of cracked land and collapsed houses, Seraphine sighed slightly:

"The last time I saw this scene was in Vazuan."

Because this island is exposed, the signs of dilapidation are even worse than that of Vazuan.

"Even things that are far away are particularly vulnerable in the face of time."

Grid admired the dilapidated scene of the island, wondering what was on his mind.

"Teacher, with you here, the empire will continue even after 10,000 years. It's not like this small country, which was brought into the endless abyss by its ruler." Seraphine said softly.

The more she experienced, the more she understood.

My teacher is an existence that has never existed before, and will not necessarily appear in the future.

A human being can rival a **** on his own, a feat no one has ever achieved.

"Maybe, after all, we want to give our lives some value." Grid said with a smile.

Empire and Magic...

Seraphine knew in her heart that these two were the value added by the teacher to her life.

Looking at it now, as long as human civilization has not been cut off, the name of my teacher will not be forgotten.

"I'm surprised that you want to come to this island country." Grid said calmly.

Seraphine was silent for a while, then looked at the castle in the center and said, "Teacher, maybe Isolde and Foyego's performance touched me that day. As the teacher once said, some History and facts should not be buried by time."

Yes, that's exactly what she's here for.

I came to this island once ruled by Foyego to find the traces he left behind.

Thousands of years ago, when Foyego chanted the curse of ruin, this island not far from Fuguang Island was affected and was instantly enveloped in black mist.

Thousands of years later, the island is still wrapped in a thick black mist.

Except for a few explorers who came here and regretted leaving, they were the only ones who came here as visitors.

It stands to reason that after a thousand years, there should be no traces of the past here.

But because of the curse of ruin, all the creatures on the island turned into a state of half-dead souls at that moment. Even after a thousand years, those ghosts still wandered on the island.

"Is it here..."

The two of Seraphine crossed a wilderness and arrived at an ordinary village.

The green souls are all over the village, and they mechanically do what they did before, as if the day will never end.

The village, which was full of vitality, is now deserted.

A trace of unbearable flashed in Seraphine's eyes, and after a sigh, she walked to the soul of an old man with a hunched back:

"Do you know Isolde?"

Her soft voice seemed to carry some kind of magic, which actually made the eyes of the old man's soulless soul appear colorful.

But it seems that he has been dead for a long time, even if he has not become a resentful spirit, his memory has become blurred.

The old man said intermittently:

"Isolde...a shy girl, a great tailor..."

"What about your name?"

"Walker... mayor..."

"Do you have any other family members?"

"..."

"Is this the only memory..."

Seraphine pursed her lips, the Soul Stealing Scroll floated in front of her, and the pages of the scroll were opened.

White fluorescence slowly appeared on the Soul Stealing Scroll, and the old man's soul was finally included in it.

When the soul did not enter the Soul Stealing Scroll, she immediately washed everything from the soul, leaving only the pure soul power absorbed by the Soul Stealing Scroll.

"Sorry, that's all I can do."

She has no ability to revive these souls who died thousands of years ago and let them rest in peace is the only thing she can do.

After doing this, she continued to walk forward, constantly asking the sluggish souls.

The Soul Stealing Scroll opened page by page, and names slowly appeared on it. Starting with the village chief Walker, each is a name that once existed here.

Seeing that the Soul Stealing Scroll became more and more flickering, and even became a little spiritual, Grid's eyebrows showed a touch of interest, and Seraphine whispered in an inaudible voice:

"May the force... the road never imagined... Perhaps, the imitation has the possibility of surpassing the real one."

As Seraphine continued to move forward, each soul was collected into the Soul Stealing Scroll by her.

At the back, it seems to sense the existence of the Soul Stealing Scroll, those aimless souls are floating, willingly turned into the nutrients of the Soul Stealing Scroll.

And when these souls were sucked into the Soul Stealing Scroll, their only remaining beliefs and memories were passed on to Seraphine's mind.

Father and Son... Husband and Wife... Mother and Daughter... Guest and Lord...

Countless memories, countless emotions, and countless thoughts are constantly entangled in Seraphine's soul.

Seraphine stepped forward and closed her eyes gently.

Everything contained in those souls seemed to have turned into her nourishment at that moment, allowing her soul to continue to sublimate and grow upwards.

"ashoigabowe...!"

She whispered an unknown text.

At the beginning, she seemed a little rusty, but as the chant went on, the unknown words became a beautiful melody in her mouth, and she sang it out.

"Auchen language..."

Grid's body became illusory for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the girl who was singing with a hint of relief on his face.

If there is any creature in this world who can master the Ouchen language, it must be Seraphine.

This is a language that can only be recited by the soul, and it is also the key to being able to fight against Mordekaiser.

And now, Seraphine has done it.

Seraphine's voice seemed to have a reassuring effect, covering almost the entire island.

Gradually, a little white light appeared in the rest of the place, which was the light from the souls wandering around the island.

In Seraphine's singing, they seemed to regain the last shreds of clarity. And at the last moment of his consciousness, he chose to dedicate himself to fulfill Seraphine.

The white light of the soul continued to drift in the direction of Seraphine, and the pure power of the soul drifted into the Soul Stealing Scroll, and the emotions and beliefs carried by those souls turned into the food for Seraphine to grow.

The more you know about the soul, the clearer the road ahead becomes.

Seraphine's eyes that slowly opened were a pair of blue-green gemstones that seemed to be able to look directly at the soul.

At this moment, she seems to have found a way forward.

A direct path to demigods, or even true gods.

Experience the souls of the world, and hold the power of thousands of souls.

When the visions around her subsided, she seemed to have a layer of soul gauze on her body, and the faint green gauze was attached to her clothes, making her seem to have a ray of divinity.

This layer of dark green gauze is like a ghost cloak, which is transformed by the will of those souls and can block most of the incoming attacks for her.

But on the contrary, she also bears the imprint of those souls. When those souls are no longer remembered by anyone, that's when the veil dissipates.

She subconsciously looked at the names on the Soul Stealing Scroll and silently memorized them all in her heart.

In the future, she will record the history here.

If no one is willing to remember them, then she is willing to remember these names all the time as a witness to their existence.

"How does it feel to take this step?"

Hearing the teacher's gentle voice, Seraphine sighed and shook her head:

"I thought it would be easy, but my heart felt unusually heavy."

Grid smiled and said, "Those who find their beliefs are called heroes. Those who find what they need to stick to in their lives are called masters."

"Grandmaster... It's a title that contains a lot of baggage..."

Seraphine looked up at the empty village with an inexplicable look on her face.

Only those who have reached the extreme on a path and are willing to practice with their lives are qualified to be called masters, which are the most powerful beings under the demigods.

She even now knows that if she wants to rely on herself to become a demigod, she will have to bear at least tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of souls.

The way forward was clear, but it made her feel a little melancholy.

Seeming to know her current state, Grid turned to ask: "How, did you find what you want from those memories?"

Seraphine came back to her senses, with a serious expression on her face, nodded earnestly and said:

"I found it. As I expected, Isolde and Foyego have been full of doubts since they met."