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5 minutes before the (estimated) startup time of the Magic Network on August 9, 1666
In the town of Blenheim-sur-Metz, Republic of Jouroch
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When the magic net is about to cross the sky of Blenheim, causing all magic to be temporarily disabled, the Feigota army is preparing for the fourth attack on Blenheim.
In front of the remaining two Fegotas, only Blenim was left. But they have been entangled in this city for too long.
Marquis of Gloria Cavendish von Feigota, the third son of the old Duke, pushed up his glasses and carefully observed the deployment of both sides.
The principal artillery and the private maid artillery were deployed in two positions not far from the north of the city. The counterattack of the Free Army cavalry had been defeated.
It was originally a very subtle and threatening counterattack. They easily broke through the two infantry battalions guarding the artillery.
, and then use their corpses to build new positions.
"That's a devil. Why would a general do these things with his own hands"
Bl¨¹cher knew that he would never make it this far. He could throw the rapier and shoot the deserters, but he could never carry the corpses and use them to strengthen fortifications.
"But at least I can still order a charge."
In front of such fortifications, volleys of guns are useless, which has been proved in the last battle. Bl¨¹cher did not want the maid to participate in such a bloody battlefield. Most of the magicians and priests in the magic army were also under the command of Cavendish. In terms of magic, he was about the same as his opponent.
"We can only rely on numerical advantage."
The Marquis put away his telescope and looked around, seeing that more than 900 soldiers from the 7th and 8th battalions were ready.
"Everyone, bayonets on!"
He gave the order.
"Charge hand-to-hand to regain our lost position! Kill Luther!"
The cheers were sparse. But of course no one dared not to charge.
The Marquis ignored only one point. He didn't notice that far to the south where the telescope was pointed, the clouds were changing rapidly, responding to something moving at a speed of two kilometers per second.
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When she heard the volley of gunshots from her own troops and the enemy¡¯s shouts of killing, the girl knew that the enemy was attacking again. She poked her head out from behind the fortification made of corpses from both sides, looking for her target.
She is not under her own, that is, Pluto Luthor's generals, but is on the real front line against the Emperor's hand-to-hand charge.
She jumped onto a group of corpses, swung the sacred sword in her hand, and smashed the heads of two Feigota soldiers.
"One thousand and fourteen. One thousand and fifteen."
The field of vision has been almost reduced to the minimum. Her senses of smell, taste and touch had long been sacrificed, and she barely retained some sense of hearing, but not much. These can all be exchanged for magic power, and of course numb nerves too. In the past twenty minutes, she had killed more people with her own hands than in the previous two lifetimes combined.
Killing has become a conditioned reflex. Anyone who uses sacred magic can become a front-line murderer if they wish - just like the proud medical knight on the opposite side.
She rushed into an enemy bayonet squad. Judging from the accents of these people screaming, they seem to be from the Shenoland area. She didn't want to think too much, so she quickly got rid of the group of people with the sword in her hand, then grabbed a bayonet and killed a few more people.
The enemy's assassination hit her sacred shield and slid away.
"One thousand and twenty-three."
Bonnie stopped, took a few steps back, and jumped onto a fortification, breathing heavily.
"It's a bit late. Why haven't you come yet It's already five minutes later than expected"
A bit of an ominous premonition. The time from Annie's last contact to now should be enough time to complete the initial preparations for the magic network. The five-minute gap meant that she had to wait until the enemy launched their fourth attack.
Until now, Bonnie is still not sure of completing the nine stages of sacred magic. She is only eight-dan, and has always been eight-dan.
But she has a way to try.
Before those primitive religions signed a peace covenant, most of them were brutal religions that accepted blood sacrifices. Bonnie has read the principles of sacred magic and arcane logic, and knows that there are still many blood sacrifice beliefs left in modern magic
So she decided to give it a try. Build a miraculous environment by killing people. Give up the five senses to the greatest extent, put all your magic power and concentration on protecting yourself, and even give up your morality.
?Suddenly, my body felt heavy.
All magic effects are gone.
Protection magic, healing magic, acceleration magic, transformation magic. All magic was gone, and although she could barely see it, she knew there were blue lines, red lines, and purple lines flying through the air.
It¡¯s a magic net. Although it was a little late, Annie still completed the magic of the magic network. She didn't know how it was completed, but Bonnie could guess that her sister must have paid a huge price - because the magic was completed later.
But she tried.
The magic network connection that her sister Anne worked so hard to establish for her was wasted by her.
She is just an eighth-level mage and priest she will never reach the top level.
Nine levels of sacred magic. Her heart ached.
Even if she surpasses the times, is she still unable to become a real great magician or bishop?
If she could also do nine levels of magic If Anne hadn't made the unreasonable request for her to build a magic network at this time If the Feigota army was not so strong, or if Marshal Lopez didn't detain so many reserves in Jena ¡
She wouldn¡¯t be forced to this point. His hands were already covered in blood and there was no turning back.
"How do I explain it to my sister Haha, haha, haha."
Although she was smiling, Bonnie knew that her laughter was worse than crying.
A ley line without an agreement can also work, but that requires a region-by-region reorganization with a high-level mage or priest as the core, just like what Annie did with Lenny in the Quagmire Zone. In the long run, this is equivalent to saying that the magic network will gradually and naturally dissipate - but during the entire reorganization process, a large number of non-magic and wild magic areas will be created, and more sacrifices will be caused.
But no matter what, Bonnie had to tell her sister the news.
"How should I word it"
Bonnie concentrated and began to call Annie and the telepathy between her.
"I failed. I didn't complete the agreement. I didn't win the battle. The Western General Army is probably finished. I don't know if there is any chance to rebuild the magic network I am really useless."
Sorry, sister. Your sister has lived up to your expectations
"Don't be silent, sister, scold me. I know this is indeed"
Still no response.
"Hey, can't you sayit won't"
Bonnie finally understood what silence meant. That's not Anne being angry.
Her sister, Anne Seifer, who always smiled, was no longer able to reply.
Anne will no longer scold her, no matter how she messed up things, Anne will not blame her.
Bonnie finally understood why God¡¯s Scourge didn¡¯t kill her¡ª¡ª
"Because letting me live is a much crueler option than letting me die?"
why.
Why, why does it become like this?
Why, why not just let me die.
Why is it my sister who died?
Haven¡¯t I been working hard? Am I not working hard enough, or is itwhat kind of historical will?
Bonnie cried, her tears mixed with the flesh and blood around her and turned into tears of blood.
But maybe it was just blood and tears.
"NoI don't want to live like this. This is not the era I want, sister."
The magic power in Bonnie's right hand began to gather subconsciously, turning into an explosion pointing straight to the sky.
"But since this is the case I have to go back and help you resurrect, right? I can't stay here. You probably also left a backup of your memory, right?"
Blood, minced meat and body parts fell naturally under the influence of gravity, pouring all over her head and face. Bonnie's natural beauty was covered up by these things, and she looked like a bloody zombie at first glance.
In fact, she and zombies are probably about the same, she thought.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your sleep."
She apologized in a low voice to the countless dead people around her.
This is not magic.
Bonnie discovered that her ability to use magic had completely disappeared.
No matter which god it is, her voice can no longer be heard.
"That's rightis this revenge for my obsession with power?"
Bonnie cast another spell. More corpses flew into the sky, and the sun shone on her face through the newly appeared holes.
¡°??Don¡¯t admit it! I don¡¯t admit this reality! So what! Politics is a big quagmire of filth, but human beings advance precisely in filth! If you want me to admit this reality, you might as well let me die! "
Under the newly blooming afternoon sun, the mountain of corpses exuded a strong rotting smell.
"But we can't stop jumping into the quagmire just because it's dirty! Under the cover of the blood-stained shirt is a more civilized future! I won't admit defeat! I will never admit defeat. This is the magic my sister gave up her life to build. net!"
Bonnie screamed at the top of her lungs, got up, and used a bigger shock wave magic to blow up the mountain of corpses that were pressing her.
"I can't use magic anymore. Is this revenge? But I won't admit it!"
She stood up and looked around. She found herself standing naked in the sunset, her body covered in blood. Some of the emperor's men who were preparing firewood around her looked timidly at her who suddenly stood up.
"I won't admit it!" Bonnie wiped the tears from her face hard, "If the facts are not in line with our ideals, then change the facts!"
She yelled loudly.
Some of the Fegota soldiers seemed to recognize her, and they ran away screaming, asking for help.
"It's okay even if I, Bonnie Sephiel, die here! Then I can at least leave a magic network to this world, right?"
**Bonnie Sephiel once again raised her right hand to the cloudless sky.
¡°This is the most reckless thing anyone has ever done.
Almost every priest who tried to apply for a miracle but failed and was punished by God died on the spot. If they did not die on the spot, most of them lived an extremely painful life.
but¡¡
"By the gods! I, Bonnie Saphire, don't care whether you are willing to respond to my request or not, but I know you will definitely hear it!"
Bonnie¡¯s voice echoed over Blenheim.
"I want to tell you - no matter how many times, I will try! I will not allow the magic network that my sister sacrificed her life to build to fail to work! Even if this dam called 'common sense' or 'static reality' is destroyed, , I will also apply for a miracle a second time! If it still doesn¡¯t work, I will do it a third time, a fourth time, until my scarred body is destroyed, or you are destroyed! I don¡¯t care whether you are the covenant gods or the alliance gods. , or monotheistic cults, or even deism I don¡¯t care who you are! I want a miracle, and I want it now!"
She took a deep breath and shouted: "Activate the physical layer!"
No response. There were no cloud gatherings, no tornadoes, no spotlights.
Bonnie Sephiel is no longer a dual spellcaster, but she is still making statements.
"I know I can. Reason produces magic, and the highest state of magic is called 'wishing'. The meaning of wishing is to 'make your wishes come true', and make what you want come to you. However, in the final analysis, wishing is It still belongs to the realm of rationality, it is just about realizing possible wishes"
Bonnie¡¯s right hand clenched into a fist and smashed into the sky again.
"Start the data layer! I know what you can hear! What is produced by faith is prayer. Everyone knows what the highest state of prayer is called, but has never seen it. That magic is called 'miracle'. It was not originally me The scope of contact"
She looked around, found the highest point on the mountain of corpses, and walked over.
"Start the network layer! The miracle I want is not asking for anything! It is not a wish come true, it is not an illusion, it is not a delusion. A miracle is not a magic designed to realize one's own wishesit is to realize everyone's wishes. The magic of realization! It¡¯s magic designed to realize the reality that it should be!¡±
Still no response. But Bonnie was not discouraged. She stood at the top of the mountain of corpses and tried to recall the agreement she needed in her mind.
"Start the transmission layer! Miracles are existences that transcend reason. Miracles are the ultimate meaning of human pursuits. Miracles are reversals that can change everything. Miracles are ideals, pursuits, and the last light when everything falls into despair!"
In Bonnie¡¯s mind, the magic network has taken shape. The self-explanatory agreement was beginning to be formed, and she could feel the agreement and model gradually taking shape in her mind without even having to experiment.
"Start the session layer! After I saw the real despair, I finally knew where I was wrong! - I lacked the courage to make that willful request!"
Yes, Bonnie Sephiel is an undead that crawled out from under the bloody sea of ??despair.
"Start the presentation layer! Miracles only appear in the most desperate moments, and their only effect is?It means turning the impossible into possible! It is like the coming of the gods used in ancient dramas, the final cadenza used to change fate when the plot has reached an impasse! "
Yes, Bonnie Sephiel, you already know why you couldn't use miracles before.
"Start the application layer - Gods, let me be willful for once! It is too much to refuse to grant me the final grace of divine magic for so many years, isn't it?"
As the last question was raised, the surroundings were still quiet¡ª¡ª
But Anne has keenly felt the change. There are subtle changes.
¡°Everyone should be his own pastor! I don¡¯t need a church, because I am my own church! I am my miracle itself!¡±
She felt this change.
In the bloody wind, the dam called "common sense" is lowering, and the miraculous flood can overflow.
"In the name of Bluto Luther. In the name of Meliana Quaracia. In the name of Bonnie Saphire¡ª¡ª"
Every identity is her. No matter what name this body is called, the fiery soul is still just as fiery.
"In the name of my sister Anne Seifer!"
Nine levels of sacred magic! This is the nine levels of sacred magic
No, this is a power beyond rank! This is a miracle!
She can control this miracle.
¡°Gods, I beg you, no, I command you¡ª¡±
Let this beautiful and cruel world tremble under my will.
"Let a miracle come to me! It will rewrite tragedy into comedy and sadness into victory!"
Let Anne Seifer¡¯s wishes and sacrifices come true. She added in her mind.
"Establish the Magic Network Agreement!"
At first it seemed to be exactly the same as before, there was no response.
The remaining Imperial soldiers were about to start laughing¡ª¡ª
The setting sun projected down, onto Bonnie Saphire¡¯s face, shining in her pupils.
At some point, the brown-haired girl¡¯s eyes turned red and blue¡ª¡ª
Then, they started to change color and turned purple.
The purple pupils collided with the yellow light of the setting sun, forming a small white light spot in Bonnie's field of vision that only she could see.
"Ethernet tuning! Compilation protocol established! Analysis node set up! Root node operation!"
Bonnie put down her right hand and gently covered the small white light spot.
"Let the old era end and let the new era begin! Let all ideas coexist equally and let all knowledge spread freely!"
Bonnie thought to herself, this is the last instruction my sister has given me.
I finished it.
"Then, starting from this moment - the magic network starts!"
The whirlpool of magic power flies along with the magic net like lightning. It was a dazzling white light, brighter than the sun, and even people without magic could see it.
Every ray of white light tells the story that the era of the magic network has arrived.
From now on, not only can everyone use their magic and become a magician; everyone can also find their faith and become a priest.
From now on, everyone can be their own pastor. Everyone should be their own church.
Then a miracle happened.
It was four o'clock in the afternoon on August 9th, which was marked as "zero point" in the history of the Great Magic Network. That was the Internet that came at the beginning of modern history, and it was a spirit that was above the level of technology.
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After finishing all this, Bonnie Saphire looked up from her wonder and found that she was surrounded by water.
To the north was Bl¨¹cher von Fegotta and his army, to the south was Cavendish von Fegotta and his army.
Nearly all the emperor's men held torches in their hands, and around the mountain of corpses, firewood had already been piled up.
"The magic is restored!"
"Do you feel it? You can indeed use magic again!"
"But there seems to be something different"
The emperor's soldiers were discussing nervously, looking at the naked and bloody girl in front of them.
"Well what should I call you, Miss Luther?" Bl¨¹cher coughed twice, "Well, too many people have died today, and I don't want to kill anyone anymore. Miss Luther, if you surrender If so, I can guarantee your safety"
"Although I don't want to tell you my name, you can call me by my last name. My last name is Seifer."
"Oh, then Miss Seifer," Cavendish added, "you will be safe as long as you are the maid of His Excellency the Marquis Bl¨¹cher."
"Yes, as long as you are Lord Bl¨¹cher's maid, you will be safe" Bl¨¹cher shook his head hurriedly and glared at Cavendish, "No, no, I don't mean that, you just need to surrender. Safety!"
"What I mean is - don't be naive, brother! This is that Pluto Luther! According to my calculations, she is definitely the most dangerous witch in history. While the magic of our Guards has been fully restored, And she doesn¡¯t have any equipment now, kill her! Set her on fire!¡±
After saying that, Cavendish threw down the torch in his hand.
The firewood poured with fire oil began to burn violently, and the flames swept towards Bonnie at an indescribable speed.
"You're too anxious I really want a new maid That body it's a pity." Bl¨¹cher had no choice but to throw down the torch in his hand, and then ordered , "Get out of the firing line, the musketeers cover the firing!"
Bonnie sighed: "Oh, men are always so anxiousI didn't say anything like anyone who sees my innocent body will die. You are not in a hurry to go back and get married, so why bother."
The witch who gained the ninth level of magic even had the time to tell some jokes.
So, later that day, the empire also got a new duchess.
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