Old man Azus, originally named Azus, is the god of the "arcane" spellcaster in a "powerful" world. He is respected and loved by almost all spell users and researchers in his world, but there will inevitably be slander. "This is normal," Old man Azus said: "I am the god of the spellcaster, but there is also a spell goddess in my world. She has all the resources, and I am just managing the people who use these resources. They will call me by names such as followers and puppets, but ignore my achievements in protecting spells and spellcasters."
"I understand, I understand. Everyone says that the boss is always right, and those who are in charge of personnel and things are actually enough to explain the situation you are facing." Feiqi sat on the throne and said a cold joke to the white-bearded ghost beside him. A familiar feeling suddenly appeared in his heart. In the past, he seemed to be talking to the Forward Demon again. The Forward Demon is a threat to his soul, and the same is true for Old Man; one is a ghost-like god, and the other is a devil in the mirror. Although this matter now involves Asmotils and becomes more troublesome, Old Man is not evil at all.
The once evil fork demon has now been transformed into a little devil by Feiqi, and it looks very pitiful. The little devil is a thin hell creature with a height of about one foot, a bright red skin, a bat-like wings, and antelope crooked horns. It does not have much combat ability, and can only rely on its cunning mind and deceitful language to deceive people's hearts and deceitful words to lure people into deceiving people's hearts and deceitful words, so as to collect souls. The fork demon is no longer a high-level deep sapling demon. It only has knowledge and no memory. It only regards Fitch as its absolute master and will not have any desire to resist. It curled up obediently in the corner of the room, without saying a word, and listened in a slant.
Looking at the fork-way demon who had lost his self-awareness, Feiqi knew that if Old Man had not had a little kindness to protect his soul, he would have become like a fork-way demon. Only knowledge and memory remained, a pure desire demon and a heart-turning demon, a powerful, terrifying, despicable and loyal divine power carried - an ideal tool for Asmotils.
The soul is too precious, it carries self-awareness. Don’t say that you lose everything, even if you only lose 1/3, the impact is huge. The divine power of the god is the soul. Azus’ 1/3 is on Asmotils. Only Ah Zu is left by Feich, and there is no "S" behind him. This leads to his often confused speech when he speaks, and he will skip a piece as he talks and start talking about what is behind directly. This is definitely not a matter of jumping thinking, but the divine power in turn affects the soul, and then spreads to his self-control, and then manifests itself.
Fortunately, Old Man A just expressed the problem and had no memory. As long as you say it again, you can basically complete the missing parts and do not affect your final understanding. Feiqi sympathizes with Old Man A, and he also sympathizes with himself - in the process of being dragged into this world, his original soul was torn to less than half, and many memories disappeared, but they could never be found again. Feiqi always felt that the old man was a little familiar with him. He seemed to have heard of the name Azus, but he couldn't remember where it was.
"Old man," Fitch said, rubbing his forehead, "You manage those spellcasters and tell me about the spells in your world!"
"I told you that you can't use it, so I'd better save some time." Old man A said: "In my world, spells run on an energy network. Without this network, there will be no spells. This network greatly facilitates the users of spells, and it is managed by the spell goddess."
"Ah! A monopoly institution, this is why I don't like God." Feiqi smiled and said to Old Man A: "Since you said 'convenient users', there must be a so-called 'inconvenient' period, which means that the Internet has not existed since ancient times. Let me guess, since the existence of this Internet, has the development of magic in your world stagnated and can no longer break through the era before the Internet?"
"Well, this is to protect users."
"Bad." Feiqi spat.
"It's like that. A long time ago, there was a spell caster who invented a spell that could steal the power of God for himself. When he did this, he found that he had no knowledge of managing spells, which caused great chaos in the world's spells. Other spellcasters who rely on spell operations were hit by a catastrophe. The spell goddess had to commit suicide, get rid of control, and then restore order. Since then, in order to avoid this situation, a new spell network has emerged, and restricted spells of this level..."
"Wait a minute, I have a question. If your spell goddess decides to rest for a while and ignores the spell network, will the network collapse immediately, and then all spell users will immediately encounter a catastrophe?"
"This...I'm not sure. The Spell Goddess maintains the spell network every moment."
"Okay. Suppose the goddess's constant attention is a necessary condition for maintaining security in the spell network. In other words, this network is full of dangers and is safe only in the hands of the goddess. Then isn't the goddess equivalent to a guy who threatens everyone with dangerous goods in exchange for his stable position? And it's not allowed to make progress... It feels so evil."
Old man A was stunned for a moment, then shook his head vigorously: "Not that. I was wrong. Although the spell network sometimes has some minor mistakes, it is usually very stable. That disaster was caused by a spellcaster who overestimated his abilities."
"Haha, thank you for falling into the pit." Feiqi laughed twice, and then said, "A mage invented the magic spell to introduce divine power into his body. He was infused with divine power. I believe me if I can't understand my memory. I have also experienced it. This is also normal. But if I don't remember, I don't have the ability to move, I can't modify it without control. I don't have enough knowledge... Will a mage move around when I don't have enough knowledge and cannot understand? Is his original intention to destroy the entire world?"
"Not this." Old man A fell into deep thought, and after a while, he said: "What do you mean is the only goddess who can destroy the stability of the spells in the entire world when the divine power is pulled away?"
"Your divine power was pulled away by that guy and stuffed it into my body. Who protected my soul? Who knows it will have more control." Feiqi waved his hand, "I've said a little too much, so let's not mention her, just take care of yourself first. Although there is no spell network here, tell me what all the spell casters in your world can do, even if you talk about the name and function of the spell and inspire me, is that okay?"
"Disseminating knowledge has always been my favorite thing, but in advance, I will only tell you constructive spells, destructive ones I don't like. But what does it have to do with Gugu ourselves?"
"Divine power is a manifestation of the soul full of energy. I think it is like spells, a medium for the soul to change the world. I really want to know if there are any spells in your world that can operate on the soul, which may inspire me to strip away this damn divine power."
"Why don't you like divine power?"
"Do you die, give me the power, I'll want it." Feiqi snorted: "If you don't separate, the final result will be either I kill you, you kill me, or that guy killed both of us. This is reality, how do you choose?"
"No choice." Old man A was shocked and then began to tell: "Our world, spells are divided into nine factions according to their functional characteristics, namely..."
Since one-third of the divine power (soul), the old man must have to tell it more than two times before he can express the complete meaning. Feiqi took out the teasing stick and put it aside for recording. After the old man talked a few more times, the teasing stick would splice it for Feiqi to generate text. So, he was completely listening while thinking.
The action done by Asmotils is essentially an extension of the Painted Book, and the "God of Spellcaster" has now become a devilish state of Fitch. The Devil King did not write all the tricks in his own works, such as this ritual that forced the form to other devils was not recorded.
Since he knew that the "Painting Book" was not all recorded, Feiqi had a bold idea: the form of the Demon Demon can be increased, so can it be reduced? If it can be reduced, can the divine power be stripped away? Since Azus' divine power is not attached to Feiqi's soul at present, this is good news, which can greatly reduce the danger of peeling off, but the key question is whether and how to do it.
Feiqi took out the "Painted Book", spread it on his knees, and gently stroked the cover like a human skin. He learned from this book the ability system of the demon. Now what he wants to do is to crack this system without destroying it. Cracking and destroying is only one word, but destroying is much easier, and the key to cracking is to fully understand it.
Old man did not stop telling Feiqi's actions, nor did he feel offended. He knew his own problems. Feiqi had said in advance that he would record his words with a cat-knitting stick. He would think from others and he would do this, so he did not object to Feiqi's abandonment. But there was a little devil in this throne hall. Why should it listen?
"Feich, is that little devil your subordinate? I don't like it here, what if it's that guy's eyeliner?"
Feiqi nodded, and he called the Fork Demon over, and then carefully checked the soul of the little devil. The soul-sucking demon's words of the heart-turning demon have completely erased the thoughts of the Fork Demon, which has led to the little devil's superior becoming "Feich", which is clearly imprinted in its soul. "I will not betray the powerful master! This ghost is very evil. He is provoking relationships and trying to make you lose your best helper!"
The voice was still the voice of the Fork Road Demon, but the tone of voice changed completely, and it was full of humility, nervousness, and a hint of awe. Feiqi threw the little devil across the throne and said, "You boast that you are my best helper, so what can you do for me?"
"Master, I can help me take care of the territory and recruit people to build it. As long as you explain, I will use all my efforts to realize your vision!"
By the way, the territory of hell... Feiqi closed the Painted Book and said to the old man A: "If you did not protect my soul and led me to become the original devil lord, what do you think I would do?"
"According to my research on the devil, all devil lords will begin to expand, build territory, and then rely on this to try to attack, corrupt or even occupy a certain world. Hell needs souls, and the devil robs souls for hell."
"Then I must act like the original devils, doing what they have to do." Feiqi said to the fork road demon: "I want to start building territory, and this is your future work. I have two particularly important requirements for you. One is that I am not allowed to disclose my situation, and the other is that all construction must be made into plans and presented to me. If you do well, I will advance you. Do you understand?"
The fork-road demon quickly nodded vigorously and said, "Sir, what is your territory going to be built?"
"Of course it's magic... no, a war fortress, used to hoard troops and attack other worlds. You find a way to attract the devils, and I will turn them into subordinates." Feiqi waved his hand and said to the fork-way demon: "Okay, you go out and think about it first and make a plan. I know that you have this knowledge in your mind."
"Yes, master, it was you who gave me this knowledge. I will not let you down!" The road demon was brainwashed thoroughly. It would not doubt the origin of the knowledge in its brain, nor would it have the idea of ​​exploring it. The little devil jumped out of the hall, came to the ruins and hell outside, and began to plan for Feiqi.
"Why do you want to keep it?" asked the old man.
"It used the hell contract to tie its soul to mine, trying to control me, and then I broke free. My punishment was to turn it into a little devil." Feiqi looked at the soul beside him and said, "I have to be honest with you. Although I am different from ordinary devils - you will know when you pour divine power into my body. But in this hell, I will inevitably be affected and tend to be evil. I hope to find a solution to the current predicament before that, otherwise I will sooner or later suspicion and fight."
"I won't fight." Old man A said: "No matter how evil or suspicious you become, I just need to remember one thing: you can't destroy me. We both exist, and this is the state that the guy must guarantee. So the situation is very clear: you can't destroy me, and keeping your soul intact is a necessary prerequisite for solving the problem, so I won't attack you. If you want to fight, if you want to kill, I will lie down and will not make any resistance."
Feiqi narrowed his eyes and couldn't help laughing. He had never seen such a "bachelor" god who could actually act like a rogue. "It's better to talk about magic, I have to hurry up and find a way!"
Old man A started teaching again, while Feiqi continued to be absent during the class and handed over the task of taking notes to the good students. It seemed that the teacher who couldn't explain the class clearly and the unfocused students, but both of them actually tried their best.
Chapter completed!