The contemporary chief ritualist, Mourinho, described this strange phenomenon in the ritual world as-- a misguided path that goes further and further away!
Today, Mourinho’s wise foresight was perfectly reflected in Richard.
How difficult is Permanent Blessing?
If one relied on magic to apply an auxiliary magic to each of the 876 Beamon strongmen, it would require the joint effort of 876 Magic Tutors. After the casting, the 876 great magic tutors would all devolve into apprentice mages and never advance further!
What about through battle songs?
Today, Richard applied a blessing to 876 Tangzang strongmen all at once!
Other than feeling slightly drained and a bit dizzy, he didn’t even regress by half a level, this was the only cost he could find!
Such terrifying power, even the large S of blood elemental spirits can only look on in envy!
Judging by the capabilities of the two Blood Servants, they can absolutely give anyone a permanent bloodline magic blessing through a mere look, but they must work with Richard and do it one by one, it’s absolutely impossible to cover and bless nearly a thousand people at once! Nor could they have such vast magic power to consume!
Quoting St. Paul Church’s religious terminology, today, the role Richard played is the "Hand of God". {PS: Beast blood background introduction: In terms of permanent blessing, magic and battle songs each have their advantages——magical permanent blessings can cover any object, while battle songs can only work on people, they do not work on weapons and tools, Divine Song is the sole exception.}
"Little Five was just impetuous! Little Five was just impetuous!" The Fifth Prince circled old Richard, who seemed as distressed as if suffering a frost, expressing his gratitude repeatedly: "Your Majesty... Your "Highlight" skill is simply... simply..."
These bland, repetitive thank-yous had been said over and over again for a long time, and the Fifth Prince himself felt a bit embarrassed, but he really had no other words to express.
Thinking back on his earlier look and tone, the Fifth Prince felt embarrassed! He felt regret!
Why judge by appearances? It’s a lesson! Which godly immortal isn’t unique? How could you forget that being common is also extraordinary!
With your mere experience, you dare try to discern right from wrong based on observations? The Fifth Prince truly hated that he couldn’t smack himself across the face.
"Your Royal Highnesses, and the ultimate fighters from the Silk Continent." At this point, a calm Richard didn’t start cursing, instead borrowing his bruised face to go along with the flow: "The earlier ’Angelic Intervention’ was just a little joke I played; as compensation, I will gift ’Permanent Calm Berserk’ to these brave and fearless Tangzang warriors! I hope Tangzang and the Bimon two nations will remain in everlasting peace!"
"I must admit, it was actually the first time I learned to use permanent blessing earlier, but didn’t expect to succeed by luck, really thankful!" At this moment, the faint expression on Richard’s face could absolutely be used as a textbook for posturing: "I think I must thank the Silk Continent, this mysterious and magnificent land not only has beautiful scenery, but also outstanding people, which helped cultivate such a left and right arm for me and enabled a breakthrough in realm... It seems I have a deep connection with the Silk!"
His words had a deeper meaning, the earlier phase of dazed repentance showed too clearly, only by rounding out the lie well could he show face and hold up dignity. Follow current novels on nοvelfire.net
"Richard... in the future... will you lead Bimon warriors to counterattack the Kalimdo Plain?" Several Aegean grand magic tutors watched Richard eagerly, from the masters’ perspective, the hardest thing about realms is breaking through, once you’ve broken through, it proves mastery and there’s no possibility of inconsistency.
Master Stefano looked the most displeased, as the Saint Francisco Empire is located right in the center of the Kalimdo Plain, and conveniently encompassed the Bimon Holy Land Mount Hyjal, with the gate of the Donau Wasteland, Dorott, just so happening to be a vassal duchy of the Saint Francisco Empire.
"Isn’t the Donau Wasteland good?" Richard mused secretly with amusement. "If you give me enough time, I can develop this green treasure trove into a second Kalimdo!" Considering the current population and strength of twenty-three human nations, a Bimon counterattack on humans isn’t just seeking death: "Wars cost lives, the Donau is very suitable for us now. What is past is past, and we Bimons are also learning and accepting new systems and ideas, isn’t it better for everyone to coexist peacefully?"
The five human grand magic tutors looked skeptical, evidently not completely trusting of Richard—it’s impossible not to, as "permanent aura" possesses too much dominion power!
The imaginations of the masters at this point were soaring, endlessly calculating in their minds...
Bimon has a population of six million... they can at least pull together an army of three hundred thousand...
This army of three hundred thousand, each permanently granted a berserk, poison resistance, agility, stone skin, strength amplification, intermediate magic immunity, and other brilliant auras...
Conversely, human armies are permanently afflicted with dizziness, pain amplification, weakness, sluggishness, paralysis, and so on evil auras...
Then the two armies clash...
"I have a word I want to tell all the masters: during the glorious era when our Bimon Empire surged like clouds and steam, those riding the tide at the forefront of the times were not the warriors you imagined with horses and proud swords, gaining fame by killing many people... but were poets!" Richard firmly addressed the five grand magic tutors: "These poets drank in large amounts, brewed seven-tenths into moonlight, the remaining three into sword energy, their elegant mouths murmuring to the ends of the world! I beg you, please stop imagining us Bimons as war-loving barbarians!"