Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 99 Adding Restrictions
In the following days, everyone and the entire coalition began to make intensive preparations.

In order to ensure the smooth process of creating his magic, Lord asked Olivia to teach him the Skywing tribe's divine strike magic.

Olivia naturally did as she was told.

Today, the Tianyi tribe has completely withered away, and he alone is unable to release a divine attack.

The most powerful offensive magic in history is destined to exit the stage and be replaced by the magic created by Lord Lord.

Olivia had such a premonition and sincerely looked forward to the arrival of this day.

And during the days of creating magic, Lord and Celie became the core of the whole process.

On the one hand, Celie's talent is outstanding, and with her help, her creation speed will be faster.

On the other hand, Lord hopes that the other party will also learn this magic.

In this way, even if he didn't find a way to achieve immortality in the future, the other party would pass on this magic.

A camp of the coalition forces.

Celie was suspended in a huge open space that had been temporarily cleared in the center. Beneath her was an extremely complex magic circle composed of magic threads.

This is the pseudo-god-strike magic that Lord had just created.

In order to ensure that it can be released smoothly during the final battle, Celie is conducting experiments with a group of magicians.

Once an error occurs when the magician below constructs the magic circle, Celia will immediately make modifications to ensure that the magic circle can run smoothly.

Dozens of high-level magicians of the elves sat in a circle, concentrating on understanding and constructing every magical structure required by Celia.

Everyone's faces were filled with shock. They had never seen such creative magic before. It completely overturned their cognition!
Who exactly is that Lord Lord?
Everyone was puzzled but did not dare to ask more questions, so they could only carry out the order silently.

"You need to be extra careful here. Elsword will be used as a transit point, and Lord will manipulate the magic circle to guide the magic power into it." Celie's voice was cold but very serious. "All you have to do is control the magic power you release so that it can merge with the magic circle.

The magicians did as they were told and soon completed the preliminary preparations.

Lord was manipulating them from the side, guiding their magic power, and then perfectly matching it with Orger to achieve the "pseudo-god strike" effect he expected.

He closed his eyes, used his mental power to sense Orger's condition, and then passed subtle adjustment suggestions to Celie.

In the end, the magic power of all magicians is gathered into Org, and then with the help of the opponent's light cannon skills, they can release a blow that is enough to destroy the world.

But Lord naturally couldn't release it now. If the noise was too loud and the demons noticed it, he would be doomed.

He just wants this experiment to go smoothly.

Moreover, when the decisive battle comes later, he will not only be controlling the magic power of dozens of magicians, but thousands of magicians. He dare not even think about the consumption of his mental and magical power.

After slowly dispersing the magic circle, Lord personally engraved special restrictive magic at several key nodes.

This thing was taught to him by Celia, and it is the same one that was on the door of the dwarf treasury.

The original copy of this magic was kept in the inner vault of the dwarf treasury, so Lord and Celie naturally learned this magic as well.

Lord modified it, turning it into a restrictive magic and applied it to magic.

He had to add some insurance to this pseudo-divine attack magic to feel at ease.

With the elves' magical talent, deciphering and learning this spell wouldn't be impossible. After all, the other party has a long lifespan to decipher it, and Lord doesn't want to see a race that can casually unleash divine strikes appear in this world.

Now that the Tianyi tribe is almost extinct, it would be better to let this kind of magic disappear completely.

Even if it is to be used, it should only be used during a world crisis like the one we have now.

Lord's restriction is also very simple, that is, this magic can only be activated when facing the demons and in the battle to save the world.

Otherwise it is simply unusable.

The method to break this restriction is only known to him and Celia.

“It’s necessary insurance.”

Lord explained to the Elf King, who cast a questioning look at him, "Its power is too great to be used casually. Imagine if two magical races were to go to war one day and unleash Pseudo-God Strike on each other's territory, what kind of devastation would that cause?"

The Elf King, who witnessed the entire process, looked at the restrained magic, was silent for a moment, and finally nodded in understanding.

After finishing the work here, Lord prepared to go to the dwarves to see the progress of the forging of Elsword.

But he walked very carefully along the way, for fear of bumping into anyone.

There was no way. Lord had accidentally heard not long ago that Duror, the famous dwarf blacksmith, had also come to the coalition front.

And the other party is also the one he is most afraid of meeting.
"Isn't this Mr. Lord? Hahaha! I heard that you got the recognition from Orger, that's really amazing!"

A loud and familiar voice came from the front.

Lord paused, his scalp tingling. What you fear is what comes true.

Duror, the oldest legendary forging master in the Dwarf Kingdom, was striding towards them, holding a heavy iron hammer in his strong arms.

"Long time no see, Master Dulor." Lord tried to keep a calm smile. "I didn't expect to meet you here."

It seems that the other party doesn't seem to know that I have reforged Elsword.

"Hahaha, forget about that." Durol waved his hand proudly, patting Lord on the shoulder. "But you, have you done enough to promote the Elsword I forged? Although you are more famous because of Org's recognition, my Elsword is not bad either!"

Lord's smile froze for a moment, and he subconsciously moved the Orger around his waist to his back.

However, his little trick naturally couldn't be hidden from the sharp-eyed Dulor, who reached out to grab it: "Is this Elsword or Org? Let me see!"

Lord subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he didn't expect that Durol's hand speed was so fast that he grabbed his belt directly.

In order to prevent his pants from being pulled down by the other party, Lord quickly said: "This is Orge, don't pull my pants down!"

Du Luoer withdrew his hand embarrassedly, but still stared at Lord's waist with a fiery gaze.

Lord, who was frightened by his look, quickly lifted up Org, pulled it out and held it in front of Dulor.

"Tsk tsk tsk! It's truly worthy of being the legendary holy sword, it's truly remarkable! But my Elsword isn't bad either!"

Duror would never admit that his forging skills were not as good as those of the dwarf craftsmen back then.

(End of this chapter)