Chapter 87 Sextant
"Are we really going to do this?" Hastal whispered, his voice almost hissing, fearing to disturb the silence of the Great Library, even though there were no enemies here. His eyes fell on the rows of collections, reading the simple joy of the Red Giant when searching for treasures from the countless label cards written by Magnus himself.
"Magnus has been viciously deceived." Almazbek said affirmatively.
The ether fluctuations wrapped around the scholar's raised hand became stronger and stronger, gradually describing a powerful force field. The invisible energy distorted the air around the force field, and the light was deflected, like a storm or the prototype of a sharp blade.
"The demon who claimed to be his brother tempted him to give up the mystery of the ether. Now it is our turn to enlighten him."
He controlled the psychic blade and approached the shield that Magnus had set up.
Not only are the two powers essentially the same fragments of the original creator, but the specific techniques of energy use also come from the same source - controlling physical phenomena with will, manipulating objects, tearing enemies apart, or building invisible shields or spears.
Magnus and scholars had discussed all night what to name this new school of thought, until someone pointed out that it would be a flying falcon that hunts foreign enemies over Prospero and defends Tizca.
Hastal's heart tightened due to tension, and he suddenly grabbed Almazbek's arm to interrupt his behavior.
"This is theft." Hastal said, "Magnus won't like it."
"He doesn't even like psychic power now. Mason walked out from the bookshelves and came to the two of them. "Does Magnus still need our enlightenment?"
"We can't give up," Almazbek said, "Don't stop me, Bright Feather. I know he will need it. "
"Perhaps we should consider what Magnus said, Falcon." Hastal advised, "He is always right. ”
Tothmus placed his hand on the outer protective shield of the collection, as if he could touch the pulse or mind of the collection.
The scholar focused his eyes on the well-protected collection, looking at the brass tube, the precise scale and the decorative colorful feathers, without saying a word.
“Do you have any constructive suggestions, Sky Owl?” Almazbek asked.
Tothmus let go of his hand: “Magnus has not given up his psychic power.”
There was an uneasy commotion in the air, including inhalations, surprises and the friction of clothes.
“I saw his attempt to mobilize the ether again,” Tothmus said, “his gestures, his expression, his hesitation. I understand Magnus no less than any of you, friends. And I am a Sky Owl.”
“Maybe he regretted it.” Hastal shook his head, “After he asked us to give up the ether, he thought about the benefits of the ether again.”
Tothmus replied quietly: “No, Hastal. That was before he held a meeting with us. "
His words brought collective silence, until the sound of glass breaking suddenly broke the silence.
Almazbek broke the shield, energy fragments scattered into the air, pure energy storm poured out, and the masters present used their own methods to resist the counterattack.
They then discovered that Magnus may never want to hurt anyone when he set up the barrier. The storm swept through their hair, at most taking away a few hairs that were already shaky. Even if another apprentice came here, he would not be seriously injured.
As for the alarm when the shield was broken, Mason prevented it from happening.
Presented in front of everyone In front of him was a fan-shaped delicate work of art. The semi-transparent and semi-reflective fixed plane was made of pure crystal, and the reflector connected to the indicator was made of glazed painted glass. The small brass telescope echoed with the gold and copper edges on the surface of the work of art that did not interfere with the reading and operation of the instrument. Not only did the metal color not highlight the dull color matching, but it also looked mysterious and light.
Almazbek's movements became gentle, completely different from the roughness of dismantling the shield just now.
He carefully held up the instrument, so that the blue gemstone in the mechanical bird bone at the top, which served as an eye, was reflected in his own eyes.
"Sextant." He whispered, "Ocean of Vastness, this is the sextant that will help us get a glimpse of the truth of the ether."
"If Magnus really opposed our study of the ether, he should have destroyed it." said Thothmus.
"But Magnus didn't. "Mason said slowly, Hastal recognized a hint of obsession in Mason's tone. Not only for the sextant itself, but also for the meaning behind this object.
As long as this instrument is used correctly, even a mortal with dusty eyes can clearly penetrate the looming curtain and see the magnificent and unpredictable ocean of ether.
Many years ago, after Magnus returned to Tizca from the wasteland with the revelation brought by the magnificent giant bird stone statue, Tizca was in a state of exploration of ruins.
An apprentice brought back this fantastic instrument from the center of a pyramid-shaped temple not far from the stone statue. After being identified by Magnus, it was included in the collection of the Great Library.
Unfortunately, the apprentice was unlucky and often encountered misfortunes. Under Magnus's care, he escaped several disasters, and finally died accidentally one day. Otherwise, he might also be one of the scholars standing here today-as one of Hastal's favorite apprentices.
"So, is there anyone here who can use this collection? Hastal asked, sensing the methodical hollowness in his voice.
"We can give it a try," Mason said, his eyes fixed on the sextant in Almazbek's hand. "We can learn it eventually, and then we will show Magnus the mysterious beauty of the vast ocean again."
"Is there a black crow here?" Mason asked. More scholars came out from all over the library and shook their heads. Today, there is no idle person in the Great Library of Tizca.
"It seems that no one can predict the use of the sextant for us." Hastal said. He wanted to leave here. "Let's put it back."
"Why?" Almazbek asked in confusion, "We can just make a replica. Now we can leave with the sextant and do our research."
"Or find another black crow, Amon. He will definitely side with Magnus-who?" Mason asked sharply. He heard a faint bird cry, so he looked in the direction of the sound.
A cluster of cold flames burned upwards where he pointed, igniting the corner of the robe of a boy who was quietly overlooking the scene on the upper floor of the library.
Not far from him, the crystal bird in the decorative golden birdcage maintained its motionless innocence.
"Catch him." Almazbek growled, "It's Magnus, the demon who claims to be his brother!"
Perturabo, who had been reading Tizca's local documents in the library these days, immediately tore off the burning robe and turned to rush into the vast bookshelves.
Hastar was confused and quietly left the team of scholars rushing forward.
Something is wrong, he thought. There must be something wrong.
A reliable name appeared in his mind. Hastal quietly hid his figure, and after the other impatient people left, he immediately took the opposite action and wanted to leave the library.
He was going to find Amon, who might be the only master present who could see through the chaos.
Hastar walked out quickly and lightly in the depths of the exhibition area like a flying bird.
Above his head, a ball of psychic energy released by other scholars broke the hinges of a psychic chandelier after a series of wrong refractions.
Hastal immediately used his psychic energy to dodge, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the broken fragments of the chandelier quickly pierced into the shield of another crossbow exhibit. The energy wave when the shield broke and the psychic energy that Hastal used to dodge pulled the crossbow psychic-driven string together. The psychic arrow automatically formed and shot out in an instant, nailing Hastal's hand to the cabinet.
He exclaimed and was about to use the psychic energy of his school to heal his injured palm. The already fragile crossbow exploded directly after one use, forming a large chain reaction, involving the fluctuation or rupture of many shields.
Several exhibits simultaneously burst out amazing energy in the chaotic ether turbulence. Hastal didn't have time to realize which one he died from.