Throne of Magical Arcana

"Atomic Universe", inside the Tower of Babel.

When Lucien came back, Natasha was still standing in front of the "small live screen" in a daze, her eyes were looking ahead, and she kept turning the "Sword of Truth" in her hand.

"What's the matter?" Lucien asked strangely. With her arcane skills, she wouldn't be in a daze for so long after being shocked, right?

Hearing Lucien's voice, Natasha seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and her silver-purple eyes suddenly glowed: "Although this delayed choice experiment cannot definitively prove that the 'law of causality' of strict time sequence can be destroyed, I believe that I was thinking, is the 'Sword of Truth' based on this principle? The 'Law of Karma' has been destroyed, making any means of resurrection invalid?"

Lucien looked at her with a serious expression, looked her up and down, and made her, who was always confident and firm, a little dazed, did I guess right?

After a few minutes of this quiet and frozen atmosphere, just as Natasha couldn't help continuing to speak, Lucien suddenly laughed happily, "You think too much."

"Really? This is not my strong point!" Natasha was not affected at all, as if it was a matter of course.

Lucien restrained his smile, nodded lightly and said, "Being able to take the initiative to think about the arcane principle corresponding to the bloodline of the 'Sword of Truth' is a huge improvement. Only when you understand what it is, can you know how to proceed. Although I'm not sure yet, but I have a vague idea about the power of your bloodline, and when I return from the ancient hell, I may be able to tell you what it is."

"Really?" Hearing Lucien's words, Natasha was both surprised and happy. How to take the road of knighthood is one of the priorities in her life. The monthly "meditation" experience made her understand that if she wants to To find out your own way of knighthood, knowing or clarifying your own blood is an indispensable prerequisite. Otherwise, you can at most become a third-tier epic knight through hundreds of years of accumulation like the "Heart of Time". Don't even think about it.

For a knight like her who is good at fighting and has a strong will, groping and researching her own blood is a shortcoming, and it may take a long time to realize it, but fortunately, there is a great arcanist by her side, a great arcanist who is famous for her research!

After blurting out, Natasha noticed another important point: "Are you going to the ancient hell?"

She didn't bother with the previous question anymore, because she believed that Lucien would definitely not deceive herself on such an important issue. If he said he had an idea, then he must have an idea, and it would be clear when he returned from the ancient hell.

"The two experiments this time have benefited me a lot. After I construct a few more magics, it's time to go to the 'Ancient Hell' to verify one of my ideas. By then, everything will have the answer." Lucien said vaguely, "Although the 'Lord of Hell' has descended steadily in the main material world, his real body must still be in the depths of hell, so this time I will go alone. Moreover, the current situation is turbulent, you Staying in Rentat can also respond in time."

Natasha pursed her lips and nodded slowly: "Okay."

She is very clear that although she has the Shield of Truth, the Sword of Truth, and her actual combat power is equivalent to the third level of Legendary, she will still be crushed when facing god-like gods, and she is not a magician, so she does not have so many weird life-saving skills Spells, followed by going to the ancient hell, will only drag Lucien down. He is a legendary peak, he will fight when he wants to fight, and he will leave when he wants to.

"During this time, I will develop a new legendary spell, which can help us 'communicate' across borders, and we can notify each other if there is any emergency." Lucien tried his best to make thorough preparations, but he did not I don't care. Your Excellency the Speaker is sitting in Allinge. Unless Viken desperately casts the God's Descent spell, or all other gods join forces, there is really nothing worthy of cross-border notification. On the contrary, he himself who entered the ancient hell, there is Some weird things may happen.

"'Cross-boundary' communication?" Natasha repeated the word. From her knowledge, she had never heard of other ways of cross-boundary communication other than establishing a stable 'Gate to Another World', so she was quite puzzled and curious.

Lucien nodded and said with a smile: "This legendary communication technique can indeed communicate across different dimensions, but it can only be used once and the information transmitted is limited, and the communication code needs to be agreed in advance. Probably, probably when you Once a certain state is determined, my side will collapse into another state accordingly, and information can be obtained by combining these states, just like binary code.”

"It feels like it's based on the weird properties of microscopic particles..." Natasha was fascinated, and she made a judgment with certainty. Then she adjusted her mood and clicked her tongue, "You said you gained a lot from these two experiments today. Stuff, what exactly? Is the 'observer effect' affirmed, or can the 'law of causality' be disrupted?"

Lucien could feel the curiosity she had been hiding all along, and said with a chuckle: "For me, the most important achievement is that under such experimental design and conditions, these two experiments can be completed with electronics. Originally, I Your Excellency and Speaker are planning to use photons."

"Is there any difference?" Natasha didn't understand. She could understand the experiment, but this kind of deep-seated problem involving theory was beyond the comprehension of an amateur like her.

"The difference? This involves quantum field theory, wave mechanics, matrix mechanics..." Lucien deliberately cited a lot of theories.

"Stop, stop." Natasha got dizzy when she heard it, and hurriedly stopped, and changed the subject, "In the first experiment, the trajectory marks of the electrons were designed to be erased so that the experimenters could not obtain this part." information, so the interference fringes are still there, which makes people feel the existence of the 'observer effect', but this cannot fully prove the problem, if the track marks are not erased, but the experimenter is blindfolded, ears plugged, shielded Perception, do the interference fringes still exist? So there is no 'observer'?"

Lucien looked at Natasha in surprise, maybe it was because he didn't know enough to ask such a question.

He thought for a while, then laughed softly: "Who knows? No one will know the result, because once someone observes, there will be an 'observer'. If no one observes, is the result important? Anyway, there is no way to verify .”

"Then suppose there is a mysterious existence that does not cause the observer effect..." Natasha used her imagination, "Why don't you just guess from the theoretical derivation?"

"I guess?" Lucien smiled and said, "I guess there may or may not be interference fringes, hahahaha."

Natasha looked up at the ceiling and decided not to discuss arcane issues with him.

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In June of the 830th year of the sacred calendar, the weather was like fire, burning everything.

The famous city of the Kingdom of Syracuse, Anhadur, the Cathedral of Salvation.

An archbishop wandered anxiously in front of the prayer room, waiting for the cardinal to be received.

"My lord, why haven't you finished praying yet? A new cult has been discovered in the nearby manor..." the archbishop was pacing back and forth, touching his head and sighing. In recent years, cults have emerged one after another. Just as one was attacked, another one immediately appeared. Another one came out, which made my hair gray early, "And this cult seems to be able to summon high-level evil things. If the adults don't make a move, it may be difficult to completely eradicate it with just a few members of the referee."

Thinking of the imminent siege over there, the archbishop became more and more anxious, and decided to knock on the door boldly to urge him.

Dong dong dong, the archbishop knocked on the door with his fingers bent, but just as he exerted force, the door creaked back and opened a gap.

"It's not closed?" The archbishop had a bad feeling, hurriedly pushed the door open, and cast his gaze in.

Then, his gaze froze.

In front of the cross in the prayer room, a broken cardinal's robe was lying there quietly, with strange burn marks on it.

"My lord, was my lord swallowed by the holy light?" the Archbishop said to himself in a daze.

This is not because of his sharp reflexes, but because in the past six months, as the results of the two thought experiments of "Three Views Destroyer" Lucien Evans spread, dozens of cardinals were touched by the Holy Light while praying. Swallowed, let everyone talk about the two words of Lucien Evans, fear will appear in the heart, and the face will change color.

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With a gloomy gray sky and an environment without sound, the Necromancer World will always be so monotonous.

Lucien put his hands in the pockets of the black double-breasted long dress, and walked slowly among the undead creatures, the clawing ghouls, the slow and ferocious zombies, the wandering ghosts, the wrapped The mummy with bandages surrounded him, but he didn't know his existence, because he gave people the illusion of being diffused in the space at this time.

In this way, Lucien quietly passed through the plain of death and arrived at the Temple of the Dead. The legendary undead creature near the guard also did not notice him, allowing him to visit and go deeper like a tourist.

Along the way, Lucien didn't meet a wise undead. It seemed that they all smelled the danger and dared not approach.

Lucien watched as he walked, paying attention to whether there were any changes in the Necromancer Temple, but he found nothing. It was not until he arrived at the soul fireplace and was about to enter the "World of Doors" that he felt the presence of the Lich King and other legendary undead. They wandered around, but they didn't have the idea to make a move. Anyway, Lucien had been here twice, and there would be no new loss if he came a few more times. Why bother?

This is the fear of being beaten!

——The second time was the last time they contacted "Monster" Viken for cooperation.

Looking up at the fireplace of the soul, looking at the overlapping "face" of "Lucien" and "Xiafeng", Lucien smiled softly and walked to the entrance of "World of Doors".

"What are you doing here again?" "Monster" Viken's voice was hoarse. What happened last time made his situation worse.

Lucien snorted, "Let me tell you, I'm going to the ancient hell."

"You came here just for this kind of thing?" "Monster" Viken raised his voice, thinking that Lucien was the lunatic.

Lucien took out the monthly watch, flipped off the watch cover, and looked at the time: "Can't you? Well, after I tell you, I have to get ready to go."

"Monster" Viken was speechless.

Lucien turned and left, thinking in his heart that nothing changed...

After he was away from the Necromancer Temple, an old man walked out slowly from the garden near the entrance. He was wearing a holy crown and holding a platinum scepter. He looked deeply at the place where Lucien disappeared, as if he was the Pope Viken!

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