Chapter 1102
Chapter 1102
During this stage, the mages at the end of the divine era and the scholars who inherited their knowledge discovered the truth.
The "inhale" in Leviathan's breath.
During the inhaling stage, the body of Leviathan, which is the world itself, releases a large amount of magic, giving birth to the most powerful dragon race and the original humans who possess the SiaGod Weapon.
During the exhaling stage, the magic that once filled the atmosphere of this world begins to flow back into Leviathan's body. All living beings residing on Leviathan have to face the weakening period of the magic tide.
Similarly, this conclusion gave hope to the mages who were heading towards their end.
In the late divine era, the mages divided into two factions because of this discovery.
Some mages entered the underground ruins with many precious treasures from the divine era, deciding to rely on the power of the Underground Cemetery ruins to survive in a sealed state.
They weakened their life fluctuations infinitely to zero, waiting for the period of magic replenishment to begin again, without knowing when it will happen.
Another group of wizards chose to accept the fate of life and death, as well as the outcome of losing their magic and becoming ordinary people. They continued the ancient wisdom through the inheritance of knowledge.
In the final stages of the divine era, human society collapsed completely for a period of time. Countless treasures were moved into the Underground Cemetery and never appeared on the surface again.
The most powerful wizards who controlled the fate of the mainland at that time chose to enter a long sleep, waiting for the dawn of a new era.
The remaining wizards continued to observe the truths of the world and adapted to the rules of life and death. They formed two major schools: alchemical warlocks and scholars.
"Essentially, magic has not disappeared, it simply exists in different ways," Poincar began writing formulas on the walls of the palace.
This personality of switching directly into scholar mode without considering the occasion or situation is the style of the contemporary Sage Poincar.
Even though his formulas were incomprehensible to Ludwig XII, who received the finest education in the empire, it didn't hinder him from depicting the truths of the world through mathematics.
"Magic, as an energy, doesn't arise without reason, nor does it disappear without reason."
"The magic in the world, like the tides of the ocean, follows the principle of conservation of energy."
"The last opportunity for the birth of the divine era's primal bloodline happened as a result of the final surge of the magic tide before it entered a period of decline."
"In the natural order, there is no longer a fertile ground for the birth of the divine era's primal bloodline in this era."
With a heavy stroke of the chalk, Poincar completed the derivation of the formula, confirming the correctness of the result.
Science, not mysticism, is the truth that explains the rules of the world.
Only what science can prove is truth, while things that cannot be proven or disproven are like a black box.
At this moment, what Poincar deduced through mathematical formulas is a negation.
The primal bloodline of the divine era cannot possibly arise in this era.
"So, what is the deal with this Prince Ashe?" Ludwig trusts his sage, whose formulas have never yielded a wrong result.
Because if there were any erroneous factors, this formula would be completely invalid.
That is the wisdom possessed by the modern Sage Poincar, a combination of ancient wizards and modern scholars in human civilization.
"The formula is not valid."
"He is not from the divine era's original bloodline, and at the very least, he cannot possibly belong to the naturally born divine era golden bloodline." Poincar hesitated for a moment and began walking towards another wall.
Deduction, starting again.
In the absence of the destructive spells of the wizards, the scholars not only didn't stop their theoretical research, but even made further progress.
Because this is their pride, living on the ground, and the only thing they will not bow down to anyone for.
In the divine era, magic was believed to be the truth that explained everything, until the wizards lost their magical powers. Only then did they realize that magic is not everything.
There are some things that surpass magic; magic is just a means of interpreting and utilizing these things.
Nowadays, this means is called "science."
"If it isn't the natural birth of divine era's original bloodline, then what has caused Prince Ashe to appear?" This is the question Poincar set for himself.
His brain, comparable to the ancient wise, is running at full speed, even tiny drops of blood are starting to seep out of his nose. It is the sign that Poincar has entered the state of deep contemplation.
"Any impossible probability, if it becomes reality, then it is a hundred percent outcome."
"No matter how small that probability is, it has already become reality."
"If, in the natural phenomenon, true original bloodline could not be born, then in an unnatural phenomenon..."
In this world, perhaps only Poincar can see the truth after peering through layers of fog. It is the result of his pondering and the wisdom of the modern wise of this world.
"Magic hasn't disappeared, it has just returned to the world in a different way."
"The core we need to build the titled machine is none other than the perfect gemstone that has absorbed the accumulated magic of the world, existing even before the divine era."
"If the titled machine can harness the power of life through the perfect gemstone."
"So, humans may also be able to do the same thing."
"Therefore, even though it seems unreasonable, this result can be deduced."
"I understand, this Prince Ashe is..."
After incorporating various almost impossible conditions, Poincar found a logical answer in a forbidden experiment about the divine era alchemical warlock.
"It's an artificial human." Poincar opened his eyes, and the chalk in his hand snapped in the middle.
The wall in front of him was already covered with countless formulas, even the chief alchemical warlock Asmid looked overwhelmed at them.
In this world, besides Poincar himself, probably no one can understand what these formulas represent.
His intelligence surpassed the limitations of this era. Magic armor, in the first place, doesn't belong to this era of low productivity.
It was Poincar, the extraordinary mathematician with the wisdom of a sage, who constructed the core formula for the titled machine. It was then manufactured by the chief alchemical warlock Asmid, resulting in this terrifying war machine.
People didn't know that the original test machine for the magic armor was called a titled machine, and the rest were gradually deteriorating products.
"Artificial human, are you saying that Prince Ashe's bloodline wasn't naturally occurring?" Ludwig XII stood up.
Yes, that's the correct answer. The king, who was obsessed with his deceased sister, took away the troublemaker who was his dream lover, but they were inseparable in life and death.
Having a secret child is simply a fairy tale.