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Volume 1 Chapter 368 Basic Holy Skills

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    Chapter 368: Basic Sacred Skills The fat man who obtained the Sacred Skills chose to return to his dormitory instead of going to the training ground because he understood a truth very well, that is, to sharpen the weapon in advance.  There is no shortage of talented people in the Holy See, and there is definitely no shortage of people with firm character, willing to shed blood and sweat, and to devote themselves to success. However, even so, in recorded history, no one has been able to practice the holy skills to the top, which shows that  The problem itself comes from holy skills.  And Fatty now wants to find out this problem and then find a way to solve it.  After instructing Jia Li, the fat man closed himself in the dormitory, opened the three holy skills with the special method given by the holy skills hall, and then started to figure it out.  The Holy Techniques originally came from a mural in the Sacred Techniques Hall. The bumpy and convex traces on the mural indicate the antiquity of the mural. According to the guarding knights of the Sacred Techniques Hall, the murals recording the Three Sacred Techniques are even older than the existence of the Holy See.  .  The holy skills printed on the book were just lines composed of black ink, but the picture composed of these simple lines shocked the fat man.  Holy skills are composed of a series of movements, not only the movements on the surface, but also the route of the fighting spirit in the body. Of course, these are not the reasons that shocked the fat man, because almost all combat skills pass through the body.  The movement of fighting spirit then bursts out with certain actions.  Holy skills are naturally no exception. The main reason that shocked Fatty was the complexity of these movements. Just the operation of the first level of the holy shield required the fighting energy in the body to run through two routes at the same time. It exploded through three movements.  From this we can see the complexity of the holy skills.  The more routes the fighting spirit travels and the more actions it needs to perform continuously, it means the more complex the combat skills and the higher the difficulty of training.  Because the fighting spirit's running route and continuous actions complement each other, as long as one of the fighting spirit's routes runs in the wrong direction, or one action is missing, then the combat technique will completely fail.  And if you want to successfully complete combat skills, you need constant practice and constant running-in.  Flipping through page after page of the black book, Fatty quickly browsed the running routes and explosive movements of each holy skill. During the quick browsing, he already understood why no one in the history of the Holy See was able to cultivate the holy skill to its peak.  .  In fact, the reason is very simple. The simplicity is beyond Fatty's expectation, that is, time.  The complexity of holy skills increases with the level.  And the magnitude of the leap is jaw-dropping. Taking Holy Shield as an example, the complexity of the second-level Holy Skill is 1.5 times that of the first level, while the third-level Holy Skill is 1.5 times that of the second-level Holy Skill, and so on.  By analogy, by the time you reach the fifth level and the sixth level of holy skills, the number of holy skills you need to memorize is already more than a dozen running routes and more than a dozen explosive movements. Let alone blending, just memorizing them is already very difficult.  matter.  The previous holy skills may only take a few months, but in the future, if you want to actually complete a holy skill, the time it takes is completely measured in years, which is no longer what humans can afford.  Human life is limited. Even the ascetic monks of the Holy See have absolutely no chance of completing combat skills in their limited life, let alone other people with complicated things.  Looking at the three holy skills, the fat man¡¯s eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his eyes flashed with a clear but helpless look.  The problem has been found, but Fatty now has no solution at all.  Life cannot be extended and this rule cannot be broken.  Even the Pope cannot break this rule.  Taking a deep breath, the fat man slowly closed the book, looked up at the ceiling and fell into deep thought.  Fatty doesn¡¯t remember who told him that in order to succeed, in addition to talent and hard work, he also needs persistence. But now it seems that even stubbornness can¡¯t make Fatty see the slightest hope.  The ceiling of the dormitory is very clean. Even though there is no one staying there for a long time, there are still full-time cleaning staff who clean it regularly.  Under Fatty's long gaze, the texture of the wood gradually became clearer.  But it didn't bring any gains to the fat man.  "Nah, this is really a combat skill left by God." The fat man muttered softly, as if venting his anger.  This kind of combat skill can only be practiced by gods with endless lives.  The fat man¡¯s eyes became a little blank. In his two lives, this was the first time that he encountered such a disappointing, even despairing thing.  Maybe he can¡¯t do everything. He is a human being, not an omnipotent god. No, he doesn¡¯t even have a life that can rival a god.  But after only about three or four minutes, the fat man¡¯s blank gaze suddenly changed.?Simple yet clear, the flashing edge is like a sharp thorn.  Fatty is a human being, so no matter how smart he is or what kind of power he has, he will always be at a loss.  Fatty also had the same experience in his previous life, that is, he suffered repeated defeats in the war with the military god Ulshu in his previous life. Fatty almost believed that no one could defeat Ulshu.  The confusion at that time is very similar to now.  "Even if there is no way, we must carve out a way." The fat man lowered his head suddenly and hit the cover of the holy skill with his right hand.  The table was shaking, and the Holy Technique was also shaking, and the sound echoed with the fat man's firm voice.  The mysterious lines form a delicate pattern on the white marble floor. This circular pattern is not large, only about two meters in diameter.  But the complexity of the lines is jaw-dropping. Even the grid woven by the little spider is far less complex than this pattern.  The pattern is glowing, and the black light covers the entire pattern, adding a sense of mystery to the pattern.  On the pattern, a blond young man wearing a white short coat sits cross-legged. His eyes are closed and his hands are folded on his lower abdomen, like an ascetic monk.  There were dense drops of sweat on the young man's forehead, and there was an expression of torment on his face, as if what was sitting under his butt was not a pattern but a blanket made of needles.  The young man¡¯s tightly closed eyelids would twitch from time to time, as if he was having a long and terrifying dream.  His body was trembling, like a violently shaking sieve. From time to time, one or two painful groans could be heard coming from the young man's mouth, and the sound made people feel chilly.  Next to the pattern stood two oracle warriors wearing round helmets, with only their eyes and mouths exposed. The two oracle warriors looked at the young man from time to time.  "Darba, Knight Haman has been in the trial magic circle for fifteen consecutive years. This is the first time I have seen someone able to persist for such a long time." The oracle warrior on the right glanced back secretly.  He tilted his head and said to the tall oracle warrior on the left.  The tall oracle warrior lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head and exhaled for a long time: "No, Deser, before you came here, there was another person who created a miracle. That is the real miracle."  "A real miracle?" Deser said in surprise, his lips that were not thin opened slightly and froze.  "Entering the trial magic circle is the fastest way for a warrior to improve his strength, but gains and risks also coexist. What you have to face in the trial magic circle is a real desperate situation. As long as you are not careful, you may sleep forever.  Among them. In the thirty years I have been guarding the trial magic circle, only a few people have been able to stay in it for ten days. Knight Haman can last for fifteen days and is already an elite among the elite, but" Dar  Ba paused slightly, seeming to be thinking about something.  "But what?" Deser's eyes widened slightly, waiting for Dalba's next words.  "But there was once a person who stayed inside for half a year." The tall Dalba's eyes suddenly revealed an unnoticeable light of excitement, and there seemed to be a tall figure in the light.  "Half a year?" Desser was stunned and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.  If we were to make a selection, then the ones who know the most about the trial magic circle are not the wise and old priests who have been studying it for many years, but them.  They are the oracle warriors who guard the trial magic circle all year round.  This magic circle set up by the commander-in-chief of the Mordai Priest Committee, the three sages and hundreds of senior priests is not an exaggeration to call it a miracle.  The longer you stay inside, the faster your strength will grow.  There was once an example of an oracle warrior who stayed in it for ten days and jumped from an earth warrior to a sky warrior in one fell swoop.  However, the dangers encountered in it are equally great. The higher the strength, the greater the dangers encountered. Legend has it that there are no terrifying monsters in the trial magic circle, and there are no dangerous environments.  There is only one kind of enemy that needs to be faced, and that is the gods.  Deser couldn't imagine how the man who persisted for half a year could survive if the enemy was really a god.  If it were an ordinary person, he would probably have lowered his head when facing the gods.  "Who is that person?" Desser suddenly asked Dalba after he woke up.  A legend is a legend. Whether it was Deser or Dalba, all they had on their faces at this time was awe and even fear.  "Taboo." Dalba said, closing his eyes slightly.  "Taboo?"After being stunned for a moment, Seuse quickly understood.  There are only two kinds of people who can be called taboo in the Holy See. One is a particularly powerful heretic, an existence that is forbidden to even mention the name in the Holy See, and the other is that special place.  If there is still darkness in the bright Holy See, then that place is the only darkness.  Deser¡¯s body shivered unnaturally. No matter what taboo Dalba mentioned, it was definitely not something he should know.  At this time, Deser no longer had the curiosity he had before, and all he had was a sense of gratitude towards Dalba.  Sometimes, fear also comes from the known. Knowing something that you shouldn't know is a kind of torture in itself for a person.  "I heard that this time the Bright Knight's assessment produced a genius. Not only did he surpass others in the assessment, but he was also favored by the Pope and many adults." Barda suddenly changed the topic and said.  "Are you talking about the fat man from the Aras Empire?" Deser thought for a while and said quickly.  Along with the conversation between the two, a heavy breathing sound suddenly sounded in this spacious and lonely secret room. The sound was so rapid.  But Barda and Deser did not stop talking, because this situation had happened many times in the past ten days.  They just paused and lowered their voices after their breathing began to weaken.  "Yes, it seems to be Black Gold Russell. He was personally received by the Pope a few days ago." Barda said softly.  "I'm envious, this gentleman will definitely have a bright future in the future." Desser had unconsciously changed the title of Fatty to an honorific.  "You can't even envy this kind of thing" Barda shook his head and said with a smile.  Before Barda could finish what he said, a voice suddenly came into the ears of the two of them. The tone and tone of the voice were extremely tired, but for some reason, they felt  It was as if there was a sharp gun on their chests, and this gun could penetrate their chests at any time.  "What's that person's name? Repeat it again." Barda and Deser, whose expressions suddenly changed, looked back at the same time. Haman, who was in the magic circle, had woken up at this time, although his forehead was still oozing with dense blood.  There were drops of sweat, and his body was still trembling slightly due to inertia.  But the two felt that this young man had become stronger.  If the original Haman was a broad river in their eyes, then now it is an endless sea.  The mental oppression made them almost breathless.  "Lord Haman, I'm sorry, we just" Deser wanted to explain something, but was interrupted by Haman's wave of his hand.  "Repeat it again." "Black gold Russell." Barda put the halberd to his waist and saluted.  "Black gold, Russell." Hearing the name, Haman suddenly laughed.  The fiery red blond hair and charming smile add a sense of mystery to this handsome young man.  At this moment, a hexagonal gemstone on the wall suddenly flashed. Deser, who was not far away, quickly took a few steps and gently pressed the raised spot in the middle of the gemstone.  A middle-aged man with blond hair appeared among the gems.  The middle-aged man saw Haman in the magic circle at the first glance. When he saw the smile that had not disappeared, the middle-aged man smiled with satisfaction.  "Haman, it seems that you have learned the Holy Light Spear." Haman nodded and said with a smile: "Uncle Dia, there is another surprise, that is, I have become a Sky Warrior." "Sky Warrior?  The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and the smile on his face became brighter: "It seems that Lord Zongting was absolutely right to let you enter the trial magic circle." Haman stood up slowly, his eyes wide.  Suddenly a strange light appeared: "Uncle Dia, I heard that Black Gold Russell has come to the Holy See. I think I should wash away the shame." The middle-aged man thought for a moment, and then said: "That's okay.  "Okay, I believe Lord Zongting will definitely support you in doing this." "What lies ahead of Fatty is an unprecedented problem, which cannot be solved through hard work.  To solve this problem, certain external conditions are needed.  Time, as long as this problem can be solved, the fat man can succeed.  "It's a pity that time is a law, and the law is inherent and absolutely cannot be changed."  If someone really can control time, then there is no other possibility for this person except that he is a god.  In the history of the Holy See, there is no lack of characterThere is no shortage of stubborn people who are as smart as Fatty. Since Fatty can think of this and is determined to do it, there must be other people like Fatty.  But unfortunately, no one in the history of the Holy See has truly succeeded.  Those people either quit in spite of the difficulties, or persist like madmen without getting any results.  There is a blue light lingering on the opened magic book. There is a blond young man wearing a high hat and white sacrificial clothes. There is a softness between his eyebrows.  "Heijin, I advise you to give up. As long as you can practice the three basic holy skills to the third level, you will definitely be able to enter the holy skills hall and choose other divine skills." Looking at Eurybia, the fat man silently  Without saying a word, this young sage who took good care of him had already made a special case for him. The magical skills can only be learned by the Knights of Light who must join the Knights of Light for a certain period of time.  But now, as long as he can complete certain basic holy skills, he can practice, which is already a special treatment.  If it were any other light knight, after weighing it up, they would probably happily agree to Eurybia's proposal.  The purpose is to rapidly improve strength, and holy skills and magical skills are just means, so Eurybia's proposal is definitely a good one.  It¡¯s a pity that the stubbornness in Fatty¡¯s heart made him unable to accept it at all.  "Sage Eurybia, are you really unable to find any information on this?" The fat man looked directly into Eurybia's eyes.  Looking at the stubborn fat man, Eurybia was silent for a while, and then sighed softly: "I now understand why you are favored by Mr. Karl and the Pope. The Priesthood Committee dispatched a total of five senior priests to  The personnel information of the Knights Headquarters was investigated over the years. In two days, the information of all the Bright Knights and Oracle Warriors for nearly a hundred years was reviewed. In the past hundred years, a total of fifty people had mastered a basic holy skill.  Above the fifth level, there are ten people who have cultivated two basic holy skills to the fifth level and above, and only two people have simultaneously cultivated the three basic holy skills to the fifth level and above, and the one who has cultivated to the highest level is the Paladin of Modasi.  At the age of seventy-six, he cultivated the Sword of Light to the seventh level. "The fat man listened carefully and did not interrupt Eurybia's words.  Although what Eurybia said now is detailed, it is of no value. It just tells how difficult it is to practice basic holy skills from another aspect.  More to come, address
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