The main reason why the Origin of Magic has been reluctant to fight in a violent state is because he wants to suppress the hard-won reason or consciousness in his body.

Without consciousness, the source of magic is just magic itself, and it poses no threat to anyone.

So, in a sense, the peak of the most powerful magic source is also the moment when he is most vulnerable.

All the magic in this world has been devoured, and the energy formed is not strong? It must be an invincible existence, and it must be so powerful that it can't be stronger.

But just like the nuclear fusion process in the reactor, no matter how powerful a stream of energy is, if it is just pure energy, it is just energy, and it will not be daunting in any way.

This is an interesting paradox, that is, the moment the Magical Source lets go of its state, it is the strongest and the weakest.

Therefore, the source of magic did not completely let go of his consciousness's control over energy, he just cautiously, little by little, to let himself enter a state of rage.

He didn't dare to try such a state at all before, because he knew that his wisp of consciousness was not easy to come by, and he didn't dare to do any experiments, just accumulating the energy in his body little by little to make himself stronger.

He would rather use the army of divine attendants, and would rather use the army of demons to wipe everything out than let his weak self be in the slightest danger.

Today, he was cornered, in the face of the mighty Burkelan Fortress, in the face of the Dragon Emperor, in the face of the powerful men of the Ran Hill Empire.

At this time, he could only be forced to fight, forced to release the shackles that had been imprisoned on him.

Such a state allows him to mobilize the magic between heaven and earth, devour these magics, and make him more powerful himself.

At the same time, before he decides to do so, he uses a spatial magic. This spatial magic is not so much to block the reinforcement and interference of the surrounding Irlanhill Imperial forces on the battlefield, but rather to make a defensive barrier for itself by the source of magic.

He was afraid of external interference, or he realized that he should not give up his hard-won and most valuable thinking ability without defense!

As a result, he still forgot about the defense system he had set up for himself because of his rampage.

Even under the control of the origin of magic, space magic cannot exist for a long time, because the law of space is the law of space, which is the law of nature, and it is an existence that cannot be changed by man.

When this world is constantly repairing the damaged space, trying to restore it to its original appearance, it takes a lot of magical energy to maintain spatial magic, especially the crude magic of spatial fragmentation.

It's a pity that the magic origin forgot to constantly inject energy into this spatial magic after going berserk.

He was manic, greedily absorbing all the energy around him, absorbing almost all the magic inside the space magic in one go.

This is also the reason why everyone, including the god puppet and the dragon emperor, feels that the magic in their bodies has been affected.

In this case, the space magic could not always resist the pressure of the law, and eventually collapsed, so the defensive barrier that the magic origin had set up for itself before finally disappeared.

At the moment of disappearing, the little bit of intelligence that was left of the magic origin felt bad. As the space debris began to recover, he realized that his consciousness seemed to be affected by something.

What frightened him was that even when he was actively relaxing his consciousness, something was seducing his precious consciousness in a distant place.

The things that he cared about, the precious, the things that belonged to the soul, were rapidly departing from him. At this time, the magic source wanted to grab these things again, but he found that these things were no longer under his control.

It's like grabbing quicksand with your hands and trapping the water with a fishing net. Subconsciously, the source of magic stretched out his hand, and the bits and pieces that sustained his soul and his thinking passed through his fingertips, but they were not tied up by him.

These things just frantically converge into the distance, as if they were going where they were supposed to be.

"You ...... What exactly was done to me?! The source of magic kept roaring in his head, but no one could hear his terrifying voice.

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In the distant palace of Seris City, Chris was already thinking about how to minimize the losses in this battle. He was constantly thinking about what he could do to save Andrea and Vivien.

As for the Dragon Emperor, Chris didn't think about it, and even he kept praying, praying that the Dragon Emperor would do his best to protect Andrea and Vivien from the encirclement of the Origin of Magic!

As long as Andrea and Vivian can be sent out, whether the Dragon Emperor dies or not, whether he is still there or not, for Chris, it doesn't matter! Not at all!

Just as Chris was brazenly thinking, he was suddenly pulled back into the world of his own mind.

Then, he saw or felt a majestic force coming towards him.

It felt like it had never been before, and it made him feel a little overwhelmed—he could see that some distant memories were pouring into the two trees in his mind, and the two trees were actually intertwined with each other.

Even Chris felt that they were twisting together and becoming a larger, more luxuriant towering tree.

Because of the growth of this towering tree, or because of the growth of these two trees, Chris felt that the world in his mind became bigger and wider.

Countless memories and knowledge poured into Chris's mind like a river, and Chris could clearly see that these things became part of the tree, became something that belonged to him.

The part of the technology that the Chinese civilization lacks, the true meaning of the magic mastered by the origin of magic, has become Chris's thing at this moment, and it has become something he has mastered.

He could feel every pore of his body breathing, not air but magic that permeated his body.

Chris could feel that he was rapidly becoming stronger, and it seemed that at this moment, he had inherited everything from the Magical Origin, including the Magical Origin's control over magic.

At this moment, he no longer worried about the battlefield of the distant Demon Realm of Withorans, because he knew that he had already won!