Chapter 202 My Carry-on Grandpa
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No, no, you still have to get the "Heart of the Earth" as soon as possible.
In tomorrow's game, he must win the championship no matter what. Otherwise, he will have to be strong and snatch it from the champion.
However, as the God of Light, since he said he wanted to attend the Conference of Truth, no matter what, this champion must be won.
Wu Hui's heart moved slightly, and subconsciously read the memories left by the old God of Light, and found out the content related to magic and read it carefully.
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Before I knew it, a night passed by.
The next morning, Wu Hui got up from bed and recalled what he saw last night, and felt a little helpless.
The old God of Light has not much about magic in the memory, and it is basically all derogatory and despised. The serious magic knowledge is pitifully lacking. It can be seen that the old God of Light is really unhappy to see the magician.
It is no wonder that during the years when the old God of Light ruled the Light Plane, the magician was taken to know how much.
However, this also led to his idea of turning the tables on the old God of Light's remaining memories.
Wu Hui frowned, "It seems that this road is not open, so I can only find another way~"
Of course there is a way.
Now his spiritual consciousness is powerful, and both memory and understanding ability are unimaginable to mortals. Although he cannot understand it when he sees it and hears it clearly, he can learn from other things and has the basis of learning divine arts. It is not difficult for him to learn magic theory and magic magic.
The hard thing is that the Conference of Truth is about to begin and he has no time left.
Forget it~ Take one step at a time. At worst, you will be more shameless and use magic skills to pass the level.
Wu Hui no longer thought about this. After getting out of bed and cheering up, he prepared to leave the Kingdom of God and return to the Patrick Islands to attend the Conference of Truth.
At this moment, his eyes flashed over the bedside table and suddenly stopped.
On his bedside table, a bronze ring was lying carelessly.
"Is it?"
Wu Hui remembered this ring. This was taken off Daniel's finger and was also the culprit that caused Daniel's cultivation to decline. Because the ring spirit inside was too noisy, he sealed it after he took it back to the Kingdom of God.
He threw it aside at that time, and he kept not caring about it afterwards.
Seeing it now reminded him of something.
Seeing that it was still early before the meeting of truth began, he reached out to call the ring and untied the seal on it.
"Hey hey hey, you think of me...Please! Stop sealing me, isn't it okay for me to speak well..."
As soon as the seal was untied, a gray-black phantom appeared from the ring, and the old voice collapsed and wailed.
Wu Hui's seal is not a simple seal. Under the seal of divine power, the ancient remnant souls placed in the ring were completely imprisoned. They could neither speak nor move, but their consciousness was sober, which was even more torture than torture. After being locked in the ring for several days, this once arrogant old thing seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
Wu Hui laughed and couldn't help but knock on the ring with his knuckles: "Now you know you're going to keep a low profile?"
"Yes, yes, I'm...I'm wrong~ Don't seal me anymore." The gray-black phantom shrank into a ball in frustration, "If you have anything to ask, ask, I will cooperate."
Wu Hui looked down at him and went straight to the topic: "Do you understand magic?"
The phantom thought Wu Hui would ask about his identity and origin, and had already figured out how to brag about and show his extraordinary origin, but he didn't expect that Wu Hui was asking about this.
He was caught off guard and didn't react at all and got stuck.
"What? Don't understand?" Wu Hui raised his eyebrows, "Then you're useless. Let's continue to seal it~"
As he said that, he was about to reseal the ring.
"Wait! Wait!" The phantom became anxious and said hurriedly, "I understand! Isn't it just magic?! I understand! I understand!"
"I really understand?" Wu Hui looked up and down suspiciously.
"I really understand!" The gray-black phantom faintly condensed into a human form, nodding wildly from top to bottom, but an unconscious arrogance appeared in his tone. "In ancient times, there was a great sage named "Bromfield" and named "Sky Dharma God". Have you heard of it?"
"I haven't heard of it." Wu Hui shook his head.
The phantom stagnated and then said a little crazy: "That is the greatest pioneer in the history of magic. How could you not have heard of it?!"
Wu Hui was calm and composed: "I'm not a magician."
“!!!”
The phantom was so angry that he couldn't help but want to jump.
However, thinking that Wu Hui could easily seal his strength, he finally endured it and said with a breath: "If you haven't heard it, you have never heard it. Just remember that he was the most brilliant pioneer in the history of magic, and he was also the first strong man to deduce the magic to level 10, and to rely solely on the power of magic to be engraved with gods."
"Level 10? It sounds like it's not weak, so..." Wu Hui raised his eyebrows and quickly grasped the point, "What is your relationship with that 'Sky Dharma God'? Don't tell me you are 'Sky Dharma God', I don't believe it."
"I, I... Of course I am not!" The phantom was furious, "but I am his most loyal servant and the one he trusted the most! In ancient times, people in the world should respect me, "Mr. Augustus"! Their status is only below my master!"
It should be difficult for his master to have such a little bit of pain and psychological expansion to hide his problems...
Wu Hui glanced at it and suddenly felt a little sympathetic to his master.
However, Wu Hui didn't care much about his master's affairs. He only cared about one thing: "How is your magic level? How is it compared to the current magician?"
"Hmph~"
When he heard this, the phantom, that is, Augustus, seemed to be stimulated to the sensitive point, and instantly shook: "Can those... be called magicians now? I learned magic theory so much that I was so sad that I was so sad that I fought hard, and my master's face was thrown away by them! If I was still alive, I would have to teach them a lesson!"
Wu Hui nodded: "I understand. It means you are better than them, right ~"
"Of course!"
Augustus' tone was firm and unquestionable.
“That’s all.”
Wu Hui was in a good mood and threw the ring into the air. He raised his fingertips, and a divine power with vast majesty quickly landed on the ring, leaving a brand on it.
Almost instantly, a divine pattern with holy white light appeared on the ring, simple but mysterious.
"You, you... what did you do?!" Augustus's voice changed in tension, "What did you do to me?"
"Don't worry, it's just a simple contract, and only I can see your existence." Wu Hui raised his hand to catch the ring, his tone of voice relaxed and pleasant, "Since you were once a servant of the God of Dharma, you should be able to recognize that this divine pattern is not only harmless to you, but can nourish your soul. As long as you are obedient and help me get things done well, it will naturally benefit you."
As he said that, he put the ring on his left finger.
The ancient ring with divine patterns had a mysterious aura. When worn on his platinum-golden hand, it inexplicably exuded a sense of majesty.
With just a few words, the holy white light had already spread into the gray-black energy ball. In an instant, the gray-black energy ball seemed to be put into a oil pan, and there were a series of "Zlazra" sounds.
"Ahhhhhh~ Hahahaha~ It's so itchy~! It's so itchy! It's so hard! It hurts! It hurts!"
Straws of black smoke kept coming out of the constantly wriggling gray-black energy ball, and even Augustus's old voice was distorted and changed tone, as if someone was ravaging him.
If it were a woman, she would be a bit charming when she called her like this, an old man...
Wu Hui felt chills and did not hesitate to go on with a magic trick, and directly banned his words.
The air finally became quiet.
Wu Hui let out a long breath, feeling comfortable all over, and his whole body felt much more relaxed. The sound just now was so magical...
Unconsciously, the holy white light completely enveloped the entire gray-black energy mass.
As wisps of black smoke drifted away, the gray-black luster on the energy ball quickly faded away and soon became pure white and pure. Although the overall volume of the energy ball was reduced by half, it also removed the drought and retained the essence in the washing of the holy light, becoming more and more solid.
After a moment, the gray-black energy ball completely disappeared, and a little old man appeared above the ring.
The old man was only the size of a thumb, his hair and beard were all white, and he was in good spirits. He seemed to be not adapting to his new image. He was wonderingly lowering his head and pulling his clothes.
This little old man is obviously Augustus.
Wu Hui noticed that the old man was wearing a wide gray robe dragged to his instep, and a wide-brimmed hat that was "huge" compared to his body. There were several colorful feathers inserted on the wide-brimmed hat.
This image is clearly the legendary image of an ancient magician.
The image of the soul cannot be fake. It seems that what this old man said should be true.
After easily untied his ban, the old man's excited voice suddenly came out: "Hahaha~ This spell is good. It can not only condense the soul, but also make me transform into a human form. Poor old man, I woke up for countless years, and I have been in a state of remnant souls. I almost forgot what my human form looks like."
"Prosperity~" Wu Hui curled his lips disdainfully, "It's just a soul that condenses. What's the point? As long as you help me well, let alone soul, it's nothing to help you recreate a body."
"Really, really true? It's not that easy to create a body. You can't fool me, right?" Augustus dreamed of rebirth in his soul. When he heard this, his breathing suddenly became rapid.
"Ha~ don't believe it?" Wu Hui raised his eyebrows, raised his legs and walked towards the Huasheng Pool, "Let's go, take you to open your eyes."
Now the mechanisms in the gods are becoming more and more perfect, and heroes are transformed into gods and people in daily life. When Wu Hui went there, there happened to be a heroes in the transformation pool.
Augustus saw with his own eyes a light element body from scratch, his eyes straightened. Although this is not a human body, but a body condensed by elements. But this is also a living body!
"This, how did this do it?" The little old man Augustus felt that his worldview had been greatly impacted, and his mind was a little confused. "Is it so simple to rebirth?"
If rebirth is so simple, what is his hard work in design over the years?
"It's not difficult for those who know it."
Wu Hui's expression was dull.
It is indeed easy to create a body in the Transformation Pool, as long as it has divine power, it is enough. However, the divine power core of this Transformation Pool contains powerful power of law, which comes from the old God of Light's perception of life and soul, which is a power that mortals cannot imagine at all.
The master of this old man may indeed have the strength of level 10, but the direction of the magician's research is generally all major elements, and comprehending the laws is also comprehending the laws of elementals. Although the combat power is strong, in terms of soul and life, the God of Light is many times more professional than them.
It can be said that this old man was tossing and struggling in the light plane, and struggled to make a body for himself. The effect may not be as useful as his body pinched in the transformation pool.
Looking at the old man's expression of doubting life, Wu Hui added lightly: "It is not difficult for me to create a human body. But whether to create it for you depends on your performance."
"Yes, yes! I will definitely perform well. From now on, I will be your subordinate, and I will do whatever you ask me to do."
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Chapter completed!