What did you do with the dice?

"Well, since it's an area-of-effect debuff, the opponent can't be immune to it. So what difference does it make whether it's a disadvantage or not?"

[There is a periodic effect of identification exemption value. 】

"If I choose both [Arrogant] and [Invisible], will there be a conflict?"

[No conflict. The manifestation is that the opponent cannot see it and cannot detect it through magical means, but can clearly sense the location of the torch through intuition.]

"How cool is [Colorful]?"

You can customize its flame appearance at any time without consuming actions or cooling down.

"Okay, then I'll choose [Ceremony], [Insolent], and [Colorful]."

[Ritual] and [Arrogant] are the two that Rusalka thinks have the best value for money. He was most conflicted about the third item, but in the end he chose [Colorful], purely because he felt that he should have a special effects equipment that was cooler than Hydra.

【Generated】

Rusalka watched as a bright red torch appeared in the void. Its style resembled the torch in [Dark O Prison] at a brightness of 100. The brightness was just right for him, but it might not be so gentle in the eyes of the enemy. The name of the equipment below explained how big the difference was.

[Equipment Name: Late-night double flash high beam lights in the opposite lane]

Rusalka: No, I didn’t see anything in the [Arrogant] entry that said it would add a layer of rage buff to the enemy when picked up. Why does this name sound like it has a super taunting feature?

[Equipment Type: Ritual Spell Manifestation (considered as a temporary weapon when held)]

【Quality: Extremely rare】

[Effect: Can be activated once per long rest, lasting 100 seconds. Every 10 seconds (one round), it forcibly dispels a random buff of level 3 or lower from all enemies within a 1km radius of the torch (if it is a continuous aura buff, the dispel effect lasts for 10 seconds), and interrupts the spellcasting concentration/casting chant/casting process of a specified element. This specified element can only be switched once per battle.]

[Note: You like flashing, right? Bring this thing to the national highway and try it out.]

No wonder the system understands Rusalka very well. Looking at this note, he suddenly didn't want to return the product. It was such a perfect match for him.

He directly activated his divine blessing and bound the torch with the previously useless ritual spell slot.

[Blessing of the Seven Sins Agent: You gain an additional "Evil Ritual Spell Slot." This spell slot does not require concentration and has no level limit, but can only be used to arrange rituals of the Evil alignments, such as [Undead], [Blood], [Corruption], [Demon], and [Darkness]. When using this spell slot to arrange a ritual, you can conceal the aura of up to two key points of the ritual, making them undetectable by non-directional detection spells during the arrangement and establishment phases. You can also use yourself as the core of the ritual (i.e., as long as you are immortal, the ritual will always retain a minimum effect and cannot be completely destroyed).]

The torch in his hand was gradually wrapped in a layer of bright red mist, and the red light it emitted looked extremely evil in this dark system space.

[Due to the effect of the Seven Sins Agent's Blessing, you can now choose whether to hide the appearance/position/visibility of the torch from the enemy. The torch effect will still take effect when it is on cooldown, but the frequency is reduced to once every 60 seconds.]

Now it does make up for Rusalka's lack of spell attainments. Sealing the effects of other people's spells is also a way to strengthen one's own spell attainments, which is in line with the card players' understanding of the concept of the word "reinforcement".

As soon as Rusalka came out of the long rest space, he happily shouted to Sanita in the private chat channel: (Brother, get out of prison!)

Sanita, whose long rest is 4 hours shorter than Rusalka's, said: (It's finally over. What were you doing for the last hour that prevented me from skipping the long rest? Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense. I've been waiting for you for a long time. You do this!)

what?

[Your companion, Sanita, used the "Wish" spell to create an object and transferred the cost of the spell to you.]

【你受到了“9环祈愿术”的施法后的支付代价影响，你的力量在接下来2d4=5天内会固定为3点。】

Rusalka: (My son, Iron Tower, why are you harming me?)

[Your "Brave and Fearless" talent takes effect. Your attributes will not change due to any effects.]

Sanita: (What are you yelling about? I had already planned this.)

Rusalka: (My dear son, it turned out to be a misunderstanding, haha.)

Sanita: (Stupid.)

Rusalka was not stupid either, and knew what Sanita was doing: (So you created diamonds?)

Sanitita said he couldn't do it: (No, the function of [Wish] is actually to communicate with the gods to create, but the Twelve Gods of this world and even the DM don't seem to have opened up the material of "diamond". So if I want to revive, then I can only use [Wish] to replicate [7-ring Resurrection] to do it. But I can only revive once a day, and I will become very weak. Because I asked the system, the price of [Resurrection] is the price paid after the casting is completed, and it does not include the dice item, so I can't pass it on to you.)

Rusalka: (Then why is a wish enough? Isn't it also the price of completing the spell?)

Sanita: (Because it's not originally determined by the casting cost, but because the Wish spell has a negative identification of 33% chance of never being able to use the Wish spell after each casting. And the rolling of two four-sided dice determines the fatigue duration. These are all negative effects determined by the dice value, so they can all be transferred to you through the ability.)

Rusalka: (Amazing! You're also stuck on the entry?)

Sanita: (What's the point of playing if my mage doesn't get stuck with spells and effects? Am I supposed to just mindlessly go up and melee the enemy and activate Holy Slash like you?)

As for what he created with his prayer spell, it was seen by the surrounding mages who gasped in the sea water and drank a mouthful of salt water.

They were also very curious at first. Even the top human craftsmen today could not guarantee that they could build a huge base for a legion-level portal. Therefore, human portals were all at the individual level, with a maximum of ten portals at a time. They relied on magic power to increase the batch size and eventually meet the required number of people to be teleported. But even so, they could only teleport a few hundred people over short distances in a day.

Not to mention the sea people whose forging technology is very backward. Even if there are several times more Naga wizards in the sea than on land who can help arrange runes, provide constant and stable magic power, and make the rune magic to the fullest, but in front of the [Legion-level Portal], a behemoth that represents the pinnacle of magical technology in the Age of Gods, it is like the gap between primitive people and modern military. This desperate technological gap can never be made up by numbers.

Even Esterlun, who claimed that his magical alchemy technology was closest to that of ancient times, could only create a city-level teleportation ritual under the arrangement of the space wizard Mo Wujue for hundreds or thousands of years. Even if Sani Iron Tower was more powerful than him, how could he build it in half a year? But don't forget that if one is built here, humans also have to build one, so the working time may be even more than half as short.

After all, the problem on the human side is that there are not enough mages.

Just as everyone was curious, they saw a magical fluctuation of unknown elements flashing from the body of the Grand Mage Sanita. This was a spell that all the mages present could not decipher or understand. He seemed to have communicated with some great existence with this spell. After a few seconds, half of a huge legion-level portal base appeared out of thin air at the place where he had asked the mages to draw with magic ink.

Why half?

The answer was soon revealed. Master Sanita used a mysterious ritual to instantly summon the terrifying existence, and the other half of the base appeared out of thin air on the ground.

"You guys start setting up the layout according to what I just told you. I'm going to take a four-hour break and come back to continue."

The only ones who listened to him were the mermaids and naga mages led by Amelie. They diligently set to work according to the previous arrangements of the Sani Tower. The human mages, completely absorbed in their work, had obviously forgotten about the portal long ago. They rushed over and asked anxiously, "Master, did you just open the gate of the Kingdom of God and communicate with the Supreme of Arcane?"

"The Supreme Lord of Arcane has been watching us all the time. He hasn't abandoned humans, right?"

"When will our magical powers return to the Age of Gods?"

"Master, are you the incarnation of magic that he sent to save humanity?"

Sanitieta looked at them as if they had grabbed a life-saving straw. Almost all of these mages attracted by him felt confused on the road to breakthrough, or were eager to get guidance on the lonely road of learning magic.

After all, the Supreme Lord of Arcane Mage never responds to the prayers of his believers. In countless days and nights, the only responses he gives to the mages are their own notes and efforts.

They flipped through the glorious era recorded in history books, looked at the power in their bodies which was less than one percent of that of the Age of Gods, meditated hard every day but made no progress, called upon the Supreme of Arcane but received no response, yet were unwilling to admit that they had no talent, so they chose to come to the Mage Tower of the new force in the Sani Iron Tower, seeking this extraordinary person to give them some guidance.

In other words... a redemption, a hope that makes them feel that their efforts are worthwhile and that they can surpass the achievements of the ancients through their own efforts.

And everything that Sani Tieta showed that had never been recorded in books was their hope. He seemed to be a beacon in this Dharma-Ending Age, telling people that it was not the whole world that was wrong, but themselves.

This also means that as long as I correct myself and take the right path, I can be like him, right?

Sanitta looked at these poor mages who were almost suffocating due to the oppression of the times. He knew that it was impossible to return to the Age of Gods. He was strong because he had the DND system that matched the upper limit of the strength of the Age of Gods. They were weak because perhaps the total amount of power that the gods could project to this world was limited, so they would only become worse than before. The truth was so cruel, and probably no miracle would happen.

So, in front of this group of people who saw him as a lifeline, he nodded decisively and replied, "Yes, you are right! I will show you the magic of the Age of Gods, but you can't just watch. Only by participating in it yourself can you experience the mystery and power of that magic in the context of that era. And I, when the time is right, will open that door for you!"

Those mages were so excited that their hands and feet were numb. The temptation of returning to the Age of Gods was something they could not refuse at all as they were entering the mysterious and extraordinary realm. Wasn't the purpose of becoming a mage to avoid living a mediocre life like ordinary people and dying unwillingly in the end?

There are many wizards who are willing to abandon their moral bottom line and risk their lives in order to reach the ultimate level of magic. This is the same no matter what system or environment they grow up in. As long as they practice magic and come into contact with the magical power that can prolong their life and allow them to gradually feel and see the essence of the world, they will gradually become united.

And the closer the deadline is, the more fanatical people become, and no one can escape this.

Many elderly mages looked at Sanita with fanaticism in their eyes: "Yes! Your Majesty!"

Rusalka had been affected by the judgment effect, which made him unable to cast the [Wish] for the rest of his life. Although he knew that he could not cast it in this lifetime, he still felt uncomfortable seeing the debuff on his body that he could never cancel.

He was now being touched on the head by Phoenix, who noticed that he seemed to be in a bad mood, using his tail to touch his head, and his mood was slowly recovering.

In fact, he was no longer sad when Phoenix came over, but when he thought that he only needed to continue pretending to be sad and Phoenix would not make him sad, he was happy to continue being "sad" like this.

But when he heard his good brother showing off in front of others and acting like a charlatan again, he immediately lost his temper and laughed and complained: (You are so mean, you lied to them again, the natives are not human beings?)

Sani Iron Tower: (Everything I said is true, how could I be lying? However, it seems that the so-called fanatics are not that difficult to cultivate. I'm going to take a long rest for four hours on the pilot bomb account, restore the ninth ring, and then continue to cultivate.)

Phoenix, who was standing next to him, noticed that Rusalka was in a good mood, and immediately lowered the tail from his head to his collar. The meaning was very clear, and she didn't know how to be reserved at all.

Rusalka grabbed her tail and shook her head. "Cat, your behavior is very bad. It's too rough and too direct. I hope there can be more romance in our relationship. Can't you just let me guess what we're going to do next?"

Phoenix nodded: "Okay, guess."

"I guess you want to go swimming with me."

Her ears twitched: "No."

"Haha, how did you know I wanted to go to the Sea Tribe's small swimming fish market with you?"

Phoenix narrowed her eyes. "No, if you can't guess (beep), just keep guessing."

"Hmm - can we reconcile?"

"No."

Chapter 427 A Perfect Life

There are very few people in the world who think that their life is perfect, and Shangri-La happens to be one of them.

He came from a poor peasant family and learned martial arts since childhood. Fortunately, he was talented and became a knight. He was the most promising one in the village. Later, he was chosen by the local baron to be a guard. He married two wives and had children.

Fortunately, he did not neglect his training. Later, when the kingdom was at the border, he responded to the call and followed the viscount to join the army. He stayed at the border for ten years. In the final battle, he blocked the three fatal shots of the great knight for the viscount, and with all his strength, he grabbed the weapon and disarmed the opponent, thus saving his life.

It happened to be the end of the troubled times, and the male population in Sinidi was dwindling. There was a lot of work to be done, and the border areas were sparsely populated due to years of war. So he was made a baron, and he consulted with the most cultured bard nearby for a few days. Finally, based on the meaning of "I am not afraid of being soaked in vermilion, and a man bleeds but does not cry", he took the name "Zhu Lei" which satisfied him.

However, what happened was that he was actually a complete illiterate, so when he reported the family name later, the recorder wrote in large characters and asked him if it was "Zhu Lei". At that time, he felt that the character "Zhu" was very memorable, and it looked very familiar to him, just like the character "Zhu" written by the bard.

Most people care about their reputation. In that situation, he would be embarrassed to say that he could not read. It would be so embarrassing for his relatives and friends to see him. How could he survive in the aristocratic circle in the future?

I thought that the estimate was correct anyway and it wouldn't be much different, so I nodded and agreed.

Thus, his family name was called "Pearl Tears", and it has been used until today, until he met Rusalka, who met his destiny.

It is hard to say whether all this is a coincidence or destiny. Perhaps this is also part of God's little joke.

After that famous battle, he retired and became a baron. The soldiers who followed him, the refugees he took in along the way due to the war, and the small village that he had blown himself into a myth, he drew a circle around it. These were his first batch of subjects and territory.

There were no wars after that. The population conditions at that time meant that the surrounding nobles had no time to develop their own territories, and naturally no one cared about the mine in the Pearl Tears Territory, so he spent the rest of his life in peace and prosperity.

He had 6 wives in his life and gave birth to 8 boys and 7 girls. Some of them were engaged to nearby barons and knights. It can be said that his family was well established and flourished. He also had many children and grandchildren and lived a happy and complete life. He retired with honors.

He believed that he had no regrets in his life. Even if God allowed him to live again, he would never be able to achieve anything more satisfying than what he had achieved now. When he felt that his end was approaching, he made all the arrangements for his funeral, then lay there, closed his eyes, and recalled his life with satisfaction, quietly waiting for his death.

What made him most grateful was that his death was not very painful, nor did it bring any trouble or burden to his family's descendants. If he had to say that he had any regrets in his life, it might be that he would not be able to see his children and grandchildren grow up and see the prosperity of his family. But everyone will die one day, so this cannot be called a regret.

But the gods seemed to favor this man who thought he was happy enough, and showed him mercy, allowing him to see one of his descendants when he opened his eyes again.

Although this descendant was really too old, Shangri-La was extremely pleased that this meant that his family continued to this day, and he used his own abilities to prevent a disaster for him. He also had the opportunity to enjoy a banquet held with those monsters in the underwater world hundreds of years later, and tasted the fine wine that he had never tasted in his life.

There is no life in the world more perfect than this. At this point, when he realized that he might no longer be a living being, but a summoned "soul" or "undead", he felt that he should also retire after the battle. This is the so-called death without regrets.

Well, but the thing is, he didn't go back.

So, he stayed there inexplicably, and he didn't know what to do, so he followed the wizard who was accompanying his descendants into a strange square building, then passed through a portal and came to a military camp on a meadow.

There were no soldiers or horses in this military camp, but there lived a group of elves and a young priest.

Shangri-La tightened the hilt of the sword at his waist. He didn't recognize the monster in the sea, but he knew the elves very well. These white-skinned, long-eared guys were the most terrifying killers on the battlefield. They could accurately kill soldiers with bows and arrows from a thousand meters away. Even knights could be shot off their horses if they were not careful. It was extremely dangerous.

And most importantly, they are cold and arrogant, discriminate against all other races, and even have a natural hostility towards humans.

Once you approach their territory, you will be treated as an enemy and basically killed without mercy.

There were actually more than a dozen elves in front of him. With this number of elven archers gathered together, even if there was an elite cavalry squad of a hundred men, they probably wouldn't be able to get within a few dozen meters of them and would be shot to death by arrows!

It was too terrifying. If an elf squad of this size gathered in the territory during his lifetime, even the viscount with several legions of troops would have a headache, because the individual strength of the elves was too strong, and the elf squad was really good at guerrilla warfare.

Even if an entire human army was sent out to wipe them out, if the terrain was a little more complicated, they probably wouldn't even be able to find their shadows and would be defeated by the deadly arrows shot from all directions.

"Who is this human?"

"I don't know him. He's probably another new mage picked up by Sanita."

"Little Ali, are there any cookies left?"

The elves looked as if they were used to seeing Shangri-La. They looked at him as if he were facing a formidable enemy, discussed for a few words, and then completely ignored him. Instead, they focused their attention on the blonde human nun who was sitting by the fire they were gathered around.

Ai Li hurriedly flipped the mold: "It's almost done, it will be done soon."

Shangri-La saw the elves gathering around a human, even chatting and sharing food together, and thought that the world had become so strange. Could it be that in the hundreds of years after his death, the races in the world had become unified?

He thought about it and suddenly felt that it was very likely, because the world had been submerged in water, so everyone lived together, so there would be no barriers, right?

Shangri-La took a deep breath, summoned up his inner courage, and decided to overcome the mountain of racial prejudice in his heart at this moment—even if he didn't need to breathe now.

Thus, he took a great step towards understanding this new world. He abandoned his inherent notions and walked over. He gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand, raised his left hand with a half-drooped hand, and softly greeted the elves: "Beautiful elves, hello?"

His extroverted greeting resulted in a lifetime of introversion.

"That wet old human is coming."

"Wow, that's really cool!"

"Stop! This is our elves' territory, lowly humans, go live in your dirty wooden boxes!"

"If you want to use the fire, go pick up some wood and make a fire yourself. We won't lend you ours."

"I won't give you any cookies either, so just give up."