"Which race's magic was that you used just now?"
Most magic and Divine arts of the Mythical era were designed to kill one's opponent. She had never seen such an incredibly practical spell as the one Rhode had just cast.
"I created it myself."
Rhode's words shocked Serie once again.
"You created it yourself?"
Creation Magic. That was something nearly attainable only in the realm of demigods, yet the human before her was far too weak to have reached such a realm.
What Serie did not know was that magic and Divine arts of this era were far too destructive, so creating a new spell with equivalent destructive power was exceedingly difficult. At the very least, one had to reach the realm of a demigod.
But as time progressed, most people would no longer need magic with such terrifying destructive power. They would instead study more convenient spells, and that would become the true great age of magic.
For now, however, Rhode was the only one capable of creating magic.
"Yes, but I still can't create those offensive spells, so I hope you can teach me some."
Serie stared intently at Rhode. Since this man could cast magic, there had to be magical power within him. She just did not know whether it was enough to cast offensive magic.
"Fine. Follow me."
Serie revealed an intrigued smile and led Rhode out of the boundaries of the Elf Forest to an open clearing.
"Watch closely."
At this point, Serie naturally could not casually cast all manner of magic and Divine arts as she would in later generations. What she knew was the Elf race's unique Light and plant-based magic.
Serie merely raised her hand, and the light in the air began to gather, forming a dazzling Light Arrow. The arrow shot forth and instantly pierced a massive boulder in the distance.
The boulder then exploded into fragments. Clearly, Serie's attack was not merely simple penetration.
Rhode's eyes widened.
That power was truly frightening. He just did not know why Serie did not need a staff to cast magic.
Serie lowered her hand and said calmly, "This is the elves' primary method of attack: condensing light elemental power and using it to attack." She looked at Rhode. "Well? Can you create it?"
This was a test for him.
If he could not even understand and create the Elf race's most basic magic, then this man merely knew a few clever little tricks.
Somewhat interesting, but not worth her attention.
Rhode took a deep breath. Fortunately, Serie had not raised her hand and used an attack like Black hole space shattering right away. He truly would not have been able to understand something like that.
Since it was light elemental power in the air, it was still within his range of understanding. Rhode nodded. "I'll give it a try."
He closed his eyes, and Serie's casting movements from earlier appeared in his mind, including the way magical power flowed through her body.
However, his thinking remained rooted in science.
If I condense light, would it be something like a laser? But then how would it produce that subsequent explosive effect?
Serie's attack did more than pierce its target; it was followed by a chain of explosive force. Rhode wanted to reproduce it completely.
He raised his hand and mimicked Serie's movements. The glow of magical power gathered at his fingertips, but instead of forming a Light Arrow like Serie's, it resembled a hazy ball of light.
Then the ball of light drifted out unsteadily. Finally, it burst in midair with a pop, turning into specks of light.
Rhode smiled awkwardly. "How about I try again?"
Serie furrowed her beautiful brows. "Your control over magical power is far too crude. And why can't I sense any killing intent in your magic?"
Rhode froze. "What killing intent?"
How was he supposed to imbue magic with killing intent? Rhode truly could not understand that.
"Magic reflects one's thoughts. As for killing intent..." Serie paused, then raised her small hand and performed the same movement as before.
"Like this."
A strange smile curled across her lips. At that moment, Rhode could feel the bone-chilling killing intent emanating from Serie.
It was the first time he had ever felt anything so intense. That killing intent seemed to take physical form, making him shudder instinctively.
Then a Light Arrow brushed past his ear and struck the distance, followed by an explosion.
"Well? Did you feel it?"
Rhode took a long while to recover. Looking at Serie's adorable smile, his body secretly went cold.
That was way too terrifying. Just revealing her killing intent had made him feel something so horrifying.
Sure enough, nothing in a fantasy world could be explained through common sense.
He finally understood that magic here was not science. It was more like faith—or perhaps the power of imagination.
"I felt it, but making me feel killing intent toward a rock is a little too strange."
"In that case, use me as your test subject."
"Is that really okay?"
Rhode hesitated. If he accidentally blew off one of his own legs, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
"Don't underestimate me, mere human."
Serie did not believe that this weak human before her could hurt her. Besides, this was only the most basic elven magic, so it was even less likely.
Still, just in case, she cast a Defense Magic spell on herself.
"Imagine how you would use magic to pierce my body, even to kill me!" Serie's tone was icy, as though she were not talking about herself.
"No, I couldn't bear to do that."
Rhode muttered a few words, but he still obediently imagined the scene. Offensive Divine arts in the Mythical era even required conditions like this—it was ridiculous.
With his mind completely emptied, Rhode no longer thought about science, elements, or anything else. He simply believed in the power of faith.
In short, the Power of 'I Reckon'.
I reckon my Light Arrow can pierce that Little Ancestor right in front of me!
Blinding light gathered before Rhode, displaying a radiance utterly incomparable to what Serie had cast with her Divine arts earlier.
Even Serie, who had lived for centuries, could not help but feel a sense of dread rise in her heart.
"Why? It's clearly such shallow killing intent, so why am I afraid?"
Serie could not understand it, but Rhode gave her no more time to think.
Light gathered before him, not into one Light Arrow, but dozens. Then they shot out fiercely, tearing even the air apart.
Watching so many Light Arrows fly toward her, Serie finally believed that this human truly had the talent to create magic.
She hastily cast several layers of Defense Magic upon herself, but the sheer number of Light Arrows still blasted her away. She fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
A young Little Ancestor was great—she fell asleep the moment she hit the ground.
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