《Master of divine blood》CH 0017 Internal Energy Test
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While Ink was meditating on the true powers of two acquaintances, Arsi tried to bring the conversation back to the religions of the zero world.
- According to your words, it turns out that churches simply raise servants for higher powers? What would people think if they found out about this ... Bastards.
"You don't have to be so categorical," Narkert shook his finger. - Firstly, practically all religions somehow claim that people are servants of God and he will accept only those who follow his laws. Each school is characterized by its own methods, therefore, without correspondence to their dzint, the followers will not go far. Secondly, it is better to have a chance for rebirth in the buffer as a follower of some power than not to have it at all. And thirdly, many religions bring comfort, so there is no need to run into trouble due to some kind of prejudice.
"Got it ..." Arsi said thoughtfully .
"Then make sure we understand," Ink did not take his eyes off the girl. - Why do you have so many points? Why are you hiding them?
"I didn't hide anything," Arsi snorted. - I really ended up in a buffer with eight thousand points. Where more came from - no idea. This is probably due to my character. They say, "the courage of the city takes." Here for her I got points and score.
"You're not brave, but arrogant," Ink corrected . - For this, it is unlikely that the Kiass score will begin to increase the ability strength indicator by five times.
- Why are you asking me? Better take a look at the reason for the sharp increase in this gorilla! - Arsi, instead of answering, turned the arrows to Granka a.
"You yourself are a monkey," the motorcyclist growled. - How do I know why I was sharply thrown points. Maybe this is because my body also visited the world of reflection? I got a little over eleven and a half thousand. I'm not even sure Kiass is telling the truth.
The atmosphere has become more intense. Ink understood that amplification would not arise simply from visiting the world of reflection, otherwise he definitely had more than nine points in the eyes of a golden-skinned one. On the other hand, a source of lightning was bought from Grank for points, which could immediately absorb the energy of the world of reflection and intensify.
"For Kiass, there's no reason to lie ..." Ink thought . - Unless he wants to quarrel "descendant of higher forces" with other members of the group. He doesn't look like such a person, but ... if he really decided on such a plan, a big surprise awaits him. "Once the truth will be revealed and it will become clear to everyone that I drove those around me by the nose."
"Fine," Narkert rose from the table. - This is a great reason to go and test your strength.
Everyone trailed behind Glam's friend in the next room. When Ink saw her for the first time, he considered it a certain place for meditation. What else can an empty room be used for, filled with various blocks of stones: dark and partially transparent. Ink knew only one material with such properties - quartz, but I can not guarantee that it is he.
- These are blocks for checking strength. Raw stones of Ennot. Named after the discoverer, about which no information has been preserved. When one introduces one's own flows of forces into such minerals, one can get a glow. By the intensity and color of the radiation, one can approximately evaluate the individual qualities of the user's energy of abilities and magicians. First of all, it concerns its power of influence on the surrounding reality - it is measured in units of cer. You can also identify special characteristics of the flows: aggressiveness, stiffness, viscosity, density, etc. To evaluate individual parameters, it is necessary to give the mineral a special shape. Fortunately, the stones themselves are universal, therefore it is enough to apply a special faceting of the stone and you can do research. Jewelers are constantly working on this issue and are looking for new variations. The most respected are those who could go far into the dzint of cutting stones of Ennot, because even when meeting with an unknown type of energy, they can quickly find the right type of shape. Weak jewelers in such cases simply fail.
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"Too much extra information," complained Grank .
"If I were you, I would remember her," Narkert answered. - And you will train keenra, and when buying Ennot stones, you won't get into the prosak. Your friend is already mastering the second stage. A few more days and will surely befall her.
"It's better to train a little longer than to have such spreading horns," snorted Grank .
"You greatly underestimate the advantage he gained." Well, eventually it will reach you. Now put your hand on this stone and pour in some energy. To make it easier to understand, try to create a zipper inside the stone, and not on your hand.
Grank went over to Lump, and Ink tried not to look at Narkert's left cheek. Decorated with a symbol invented by him.
"Have I already grasped the second stage of keenra?" I just can't believe ... The possibilities of the brain are really huge. "
Ink, for some reason, began to feel that the brain and consciousness were not a single structure. To think about this in more detail was prevented by the glow from the stone in front of Grank . White with a light blue tint color pulsed inside the block.
"About five cer," said Narkert. - Not bad. When you get used to the abilities you can give out much more.
- I can now. If I concentrate the force at one point, it will not seem enough.
- Well, well ... Try it.
On mockery Grank barely reacted, I put both hands to the stone and began to pour Ennota force. The glow periodically flashed stronger, but in the end nothing like the destructive sphere that turned the forest in the buffer did not appear.
- Convinced? You are still just a kid in our world. Concentrating power is great, but it's just a technique. It helps to achieve a greater level of destruction, but it cannot be compared with real techniques. You can not even overcome the natural absorption power stones Ennota - Narkert shook his head to fail Grank well. " Ink , come and pour the golden energy into the stone."
"So ... come on, my golden body, try and show a good result."
The stone flashed sharply white and went out.
"More than a hundred cer." Good, but you must understand the lack of this power.
"One flash and that's it," Ink nodded . - You need to spend it more economically. Recovery is very slow.
"To the point," Narket snapped his fingers. "With one blow, you can knock out arank , but in a protracted battle he's giving you away." Its ability allows you to generate less power, but almost continuously.
"I'm sorry," Arsi raised her hand, "but what is a cer?"
"Ahhh ... it's a relatively new term." The abbreviation stands for "Configuring energy resonance." Simply put, this is the minimum amount of force that can be recorded before moving to the fifth level of the cinema.
"I'm afraid I still don't understand," the girl said, eyebrows.
"Okay, then try this," Narkert raised a finger. After a moment, a purple glow with black veins swept over him. - See the glow? It arises from the dispersion of my strength. In humans, the level of control is different. The more special effects, the less effective the use of force. For Ennot stones, there is no control parameter. It is just a piece of mineral. There is a certain amount of energy that causes the appearance of a minimum glow. Put it in the stone a little less - you will not achieve the appearance of even a faint spark. This indicator was taken as a unit of measurement of the effect of force. It makes no difference which, as I said, the stones are universal.
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- Anyone at all? - specified Grank . "If I hit him, will that count?"
"Of course," Narkert nodded.
- Get it! - a direct kick came out impressive, but brought no result.
"Let me," Kiass pushed aside the beginning angry, Grank a.
The golden-skinned fist was not so useless. Something appeared in the stone for a moment. Most of all it was like sparks.
- You noticed? The color remained the same white, but with a touch of redness. He was bluish the last time, "Glam's friend continued the lecture. - The color scheme also plays a role. Misty white is the smallest reaction. She has a gradation in shades from red to purple, like a rainbow. This corresponds to a level of one to seven hundred ker. Next comes a few shades of gray, from eight hundred to one thousand four hundred cer, then black of varying degrees of depth. Starting at two thousand cores, the radiation turns foggy red. Further the trend persists, but the steps between each level of strength are markedly different.
"And what can you give out?" Violet, how is your finger? - asked inquire .
- You did not understand. The reaction of the environment to the surge of power and the reaction of the stone are not the same thing, "Narkert put his hand on the stone. - Today it's my limit in terms of sheer strength.
The glow was orange with a barely noticeable red border.
"And purple ..." Ink began , not knowing how to ask the question correctly, and what interests him more now: a person who can show such a result or the number of cores to which he corresponds.
"I'm afraid no one in this world can achieve a purple glow from the stones of Ennot." Neither among the reborn, nor among the magicians.
- How much is it in caer? - clarified Ink .
- I have no idea. I have never heard anyone provoke at least a hazy blue reaction. We use the prefix "foggy" only because someone dug out a classification in the buffer library, according to which there is also a liquid and crystalline variation of the glow. In the latter case, it simply repaints the crystal and the color does not disappear. There is a theory about changing the entire structure of the stone of Ennot, but so far no one has managed to achieve something like this.
"If the color doesn't fade ," thought Kiass , " does the stone become spoiled?"
- No, you can draw strength from it.
- How? - a question with different intonations was voiced immediately from everyone.
"You have not yet grown to this information." You will find out how you will be in the third degree of the keenra. You have a tutorial.
Ink remembered the brochures, but suppressed the urge to get into his pocket right away and evaluate the contents of the next leaflet.
"That's all," said Narkert. - There will be no more classes in the coming days. Look for your path and try to decide what exactly you want to do on the development path. Arsi , you are not Glam's student, but you can try to hit the stone.
"Thank you, but that doesn't interest me."
"As you know," Narkert did not insist. " Ink , you decided to train Trosh with sickles." Yuvi will give you a place. A week later, come to me, I will train you in hand-to-hand combat.
After leaving Glam's friend's cozy dwelling, Kiass and Grenk went toward the common room, and Ink into the arena. Suddenly, a large green parrot landed on his shoulder.
"In hue it looks like my horns."
- Now the parrot? - Ink used to use force field coverage. Like the snake earlier, the bird was unstable, it was necessary to restrain random distortions in the shape of feathers. - Arsi , we have already found out that everyone is aware of the nature of this place. You don't have to come with me.
"I train, your field helps a lot," the creaking sounds from the bird's beak did not even remotely resemble the girl's voice. - In addition, I do not mind looking at the training. When I meet the enemy who will use them, I will know what to expect and how best to defend myself.
- The second reason is still gone, and the first is stupidity. After all, Glam said that in the buffer, abilities do not become stronger.
"You yourself are stupid," Arsi in the form of a bird flapped her wings strongly and was expected to suffer from contact with the sharp edges of the horns. - Not only power is important, but also the ability to use it. The skill of using abilities is no different from fencing. Forces is a sword, but even with the same swords, the one who knows how to use them better will win.
Ink thought that this version has the right to life, and then thought about his force field. His inability to cut greatly disappointed.
"The time has come to fix it."
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