"Decompose, reconstruct?"

Otto looked surprised.

He has never heard of any magical nouns such as decomposition and reconstruction.

How to do it?

He asked so.

"The circuit of decomposing magic is combined in the easiest way."

"Wait, are you talking about the circuit of decomposing magic?"

As if he had heard something surprising, Otto widened his eyes, trying to confirm like him whether he had heard something amazing just now.

Regarding this.

"The magic circuit is originally composed of loops, but because of the complexity and connectivity of the circuit, if there is not enough magic power or the level of magic power does not meet the standards, it will be impossible to maintain the magic circuit that has been condensed before."

Bethibu explained lightly, his face full of seriousness, as if he was very confident in his statement.

Although I always feel that this matter is a bit untrue, Otto still wants to hear whether Bezebu's own unique insights can be established in this regard.

"This can only be said to be a discovery I accidentally discovered."

As he said that, he smiled bitterly.

I recalled when I was trying to make a birthday gift for Hulville.

It was Hulveer's sixteenth birthday. Hulveer, who was sixteen, had become the leader of the Knight Templar and was also an important role in Camelo.

Someone who stays at home reading books, practicing swordsmanship, and is dying and waiting to die is sad because he feels sorry.

So one day he brought the Holy Sword to the back mountain of the house to get a lot of wood back, thinking of carving a carving for Helveer on his next birthday.

However, because of his stubbornness at that time, he kept drilling in one direction, thinking of using a large piece of wood to completely carve the things.

It was not until later that the girl came back and saw him that he stopped working.

Hulville asked him what he was doing to tinker with the wood, but he didn't answer, and didn't have dinner at night. He went back to his room and picked up the carved books he had entrusted to the nun and read them.

Until the next day, when he found that big wood was not enough at all.

He suddenly discovered something.

Since I can't do it, why don't I take it partly?

Thinking of this, he spent another day getting the drawings done.

When Hulveer went out the next day, he began his first carving of his life.

Just like that, day by day passed.

Later, the Pope found out about his carvings in the backyard. When he heard what Bezebu was going to do, the Pope not only did not object, but instead expressed absolute support for him.

So the Pope invited Camelo's most powerful carving skills to teach him how to make the carving look sophisticated and beautiful.

To be honest, if the teacher hadn't taught him for several months, I wouldn't know how ugly the carving he had created would be if he had done it alone.

The calf, thighs to the waist, followed by two arms, body and head.

After carving these parts one by one, Bethibu began to debug.

If there is any wrong part, just throw away that part.

In this way, if something goes wrong, he will not waste all the parts removed.

Finally, on Hulville's seventeenth birthday, he gave this thing to the other party.

Although the process was very hard, he felt that his fatigue was instantly cleared when he could see the other person's happy expression.

Looking back on what happened before, Beizeb also had a little nostalgic smile on his face.

"Because of that incident, I thought later that if I could find the rules between the circuits of each magic, rebuild the circuit into small parts of magic, and finally combine the small parts composed of these magic powers to form magic."

This seemed like a horrifying statement.

but......

"If... can really find the connection between loops, maybe it's really as you said."

Otto did not refute Beizeb's speculation, but thought seriously and gave such an answer.

"The decomposition and reconstruction have many uses. If it can be done, it may allow high-level magicians to release holy magic, so that mid-level magicians can have the opportunity to release high-level magic."

Beizeb's serious speech surprised everyone.

Everyone knows why magicians cannot use magic that is one level higher than themselves.

It’s not that the magic power is insufficient, but that the quality of pure magic cannot withstand such a large number and much more complex magic circuit.

It's like carving. If something goes wrong with a magic circuit, it's like carving is damaged, and there's no choice but to do it again.

No, to be precise, the failure of magic gathering will cause more risk factors than the failure of carving.

Magic power not affected by the magic loop will become violent and difficult to control, and may even hurt the caster himself.

"Are you... sure you're really fine with your speech?"

"certainly."

Nodding, Beizeb had no concern at all when facing Otto's doubts.

"Let the magic loops form a stable combination, put it aside and then combine other combinations. Follow this method step by step, and finally rely on the powerful consciousness of the caster to merge these combinations together. In this way, you can launch magic that exceeds your level."

Beizeb said, as if he was worried that they would not believe it.

The magic of painted black and pure white appeared in his hands.

That is the magic power belonging to the attributes of light and darkness.

Without any prelude to chanting, his fingers leaped in the air, and the two magical powers left a long tail in the air.

"Zheng!"

That is a sound composed of a combination.

With the composition of the first combination, his speed in his hands also accelerated.

The green pupils turned golden at some point.

An unconsciously unraveled magic circuit diagram appeared in his mind.

"What a fast computing power."

Looking at Bethibu's unhindered slashing speed and the extremely precise splicing, Otto couldn't help but be shocked.

This is a pervert.

He thought about this and silently looked back at the reactions of everyone around him.

Looking at his students' eyes as if they were seeing ghosts, he once again turned his eyes to Beizeb.

"It's like a ghost."

Not for anything else, just because during the period when he turned his head and turned back, Bethibu had already composed magic.

Ice swords were suspended in the air, and the aura of high-level magic spread everywhere in the classroom, causing some students with a slightly weaker strength to burst into tears.

This is a real high-level magic.

Looking at the ice sword condensed behind Bezebu, Otto couldn't calm down for a long time.
Chapter completed!