If you have to describe it, it is to drive a sports car that can reach speeds of up to 300 kilometers per hour on a terrible road surface where a few pieces of gravel can jump out at any time, with the steering wheel in one hand and the other out of the window, and then complete the needle thread in the standard sense in an instant. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's not a run-and-run thing.

If one doesn't get it right, he will blow up his soul in minutes, not to mention, even Karazan, and even half of the Elwyn Forest and the Twilight Forest will suffer.

Duke gritted his teeth vigorously, and then carefully controlled the system spirit to further purify the elements that had been inhaled into his body and looked very pure.

Based on arcane art, with fire and frost as branches, and divine, shadow, and thunder as the auxiliary, it separates debris from the body at high speed and further fuses magic.

Carefully compressed, wrapped in their own consciousness, and concentrated them under his spiritual guidance to where they were needed. At the same time, every bit of magic is branded with the soul that belongs only to his Duke.

This is a very fast process, obviously there is magic infiltrating the 100,000 pores all over the body, but Duke, with the help of the system elves, seems to have divided his soul into 100,000 parts, each of which handles its own work independently - filtering, purifying, and sublimating.

The soul ached sharply.

The kind of pain that is beyond the limits of the physical body is not at all a pain that any type of anesthetic can suppress. Because in a sense, Duke is giving up his human body and is transitioning to a spirit body that is almost elemental.

It hurts!

It hurts!

It hurts heartbreakingly!

It hurts so much that the skin cracks inch by inch!

The feeling of being torn into millions of servings and then ground into powder almost broke Duke's heart.

But when all kinds of pain reached the extreme, all of a sudden, all the pain disappeared.

Instead, it's a kind of sublimation.

The whole soul was fluttering, and at his feet, it seemed that there was a colorful blurred world, which was opening a door that belonged only to his Duke.

"Come, welcome, our new companion!" a misty neutral voice said in lingua franca.

The six elements were suspended behind Duke in the form of a six-pointed star.

The soul slowly descended, and the next moment, Duke felt as if he was being asked if he could read some unimportant memory. Duke subconsciously agreed.

Immediately after, a magnificent palace came into view.

It is a Gothic-style palace, bearing some resemblance to Notre Dame Cathedral, an epoch-making symbol in the history of European architecture on Earth.

The first thing that catches your eye is the towering spire, whose façade has a unique style and rigorous structure, and looks very majestic and solemn.

It is divided longitudinally into three large pieces by pilasters, and is divided horizontally into three parts by three friezes, of which there are three recessed openings at the bottom.

Above the doorway is the so-called 'Demigod Gallery', where there are statues of a large number of deities, such as Cenarius, the god of the forest, and Malorne, the god of the white deer.

Higher up is the 'Corridor of the True Gods', where there are obviously six statues, the only ones Duke can distinguish are the goddess of the moon, Cthun and Cthun, and the rest are a vague landscape.

The huge and luxurious door opened with a bang.

Duke strode in.

The landscape in front of him made Duke a little stunned.

Inside, it's more like a semi-circular theater, and the front seat is clearly God's. Duke, as a new demigod, can only be in the outermost circle.

Duke didn't mind, and following the guidance of his soul, he found an empty spot.

He didn't wonder why a huge temple was empty, for he saw a huge illusory being next to his place. It is both real and false, as if it is in a false sleep, and it seems to be a real sleep.

Even in this life, Duke didn't have direct contact with this one, but he still recognized it by the green appearance of the other party's half-human, half-horse - this thing was the demigod Cenarius who should have been killed by the Roar.

Duke frowned slightly, and he walked past the massive Cenarius, and when he reached his place, an elemental throne of six colors naturally rose, lifting Duke's body to the throne.

Meanwhile, Duke sees his name in a trance.

It's like a pen sticker used by elementary school students, it is an empty name, only hooked, without connotation, and it is suspended not far from Duke's chest.

With one finger of Duke's hand, the six elements are automatically condensed on the finger in proportion. Duke wrote with a referent, and filled in his name with a flying phoenix. That illusory frame, like dirt absorbing rainwater, absorbed Duke's name.

In the spiritual realm, Duke could feel the magic in his body disappear at a high speed at the speed of the river. At the same time, stirred by the magic power, it seemed to become a mass of chaos with six colors in his spiritual sea, which was very unclear!

Gradually, slowly, Duke discerned that it was the divinity he had absorbed into his body before. Washed by the power of high purity, the six divinities merge into one, blooming with the light of life.

The chaos was constantly washed away, and the divinity in perception became clearer and clearer.

The imprint of the former master of the divinity was separated at this time, and a new soul name was attached.

Blue Arcane.

Red flames.

White frost.

Golden sacred.

Black shadows.

Purple thunder.

The six colors blended together to quickly form a rainbow, which followed the movements of Duke's hands, and was shaped and qualitative in Duke's soul.

This is Duke carving his name deep into the heart of the world.

It was also Duke who was forging his own demigod soul - a super-strong soul far superior to ordinary souls.

Duke's magic and soul power continued to be consumed at a high rate at this time.

If the quasi-demigods generally do not have enough savings, they may run out of strength, and then their forms and spirits will be destroyed on the way to the impact of the demigods.

But Duke is not an ordinary demigod, since he has chosen a more complex divine structure, he also has a wider range of sources of divine power.

He could even clearly feel that on the two continents of the Eastern Kingdom and Kalimdor, countless mages, priests, druids, and shamans supported him as if they were nothing, quietly replenishing Duke's consumption with their overflowing magic.

Similarly, in the Fire Elemental Realm and the Water Elemental Realm, there is also a good magical supplement.

Of course, as the core of arcane magic, Duke can only rely on Karazhan's reserves. It was Karazan's countless years of accumulation, the overflowing energy from the void and the other dimension.

Suddenly, Duke saw a blurry figure, and although it was blurred, he still recognized who the other person was at a glance!

"Medivan?"