The system confird Julian’s choice and displayed the purchase summary:
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Purchase Summary
* Skills
Thunder Fist: 10,000 points
Aura Blast: 20,000 points
Necromantic Thunder: 30,000 points
* Abilities
House of Harem: 100,000 points
House of Necromancy: 30,000 points
* Total Cost: 190,000 points
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"Please confirm to proceed with the purchase", The system said.
Julian confird, and instantly, the points were deducted.
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Points Before Purchase: 617,100
Total Cost: 190,000
Remaining Points: 427,100
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"Host the skills and abilities has been successfully purchased", The system said.
"Show my status screen", Julian urged.
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Status: Julian Easvil
Realm: Supre Mage
Points: 427,100
Authority: Authority of Lightning (20% Control)
* Skills:
Doom’s Strike: A swift, devastating bolt that cages the enemy in lightning upon three successful strikes.
Thunder Fist: Throws a punch with incredible agility and lightning elent.
Aura Blast: Condenses your magical aura and blasts it in all four directions with a powerful strike but depletes all your mana.
Necromantic Thunder: Summons a powerful strike of thunder that can hit a target, with a chance of reviving them as a loyal soldier if they are killed afterward.
Requires House of Necromancy.
* Abilities:
House of Harem: (Requires sovereign realm)
House of Necromancy: (Requires sovereign realm)
Domain of Isolation: Can willingly choose between isolation or domain; isolation power will be increased such that even Grand Mages will find it hard to break into; domain power will remain the sa.
Weapons:
Cosmic Dance of Death: A spear imbued with cosmic and lightning energy, capable of devastating attacks with imnse power.
Won Conquered:
Emma, Headmistress, Julia, Isabel, Eleanor, Elvina, Cecilia, Sylvia, Ellie
Potential Won:
Eva, Gregoria, Regina, Duchess of Hans, Duchess of Norish, Duchess of Ethwer, Queen of Ares, various nobles (countess, viscountess, etc.), and other mbers of the royal family (aunts, cousins, concubines, etc.).
Authority of Lightning:
Description: The Authority of Lightning grants the host supre command over the lightning elent. Unlike normal elental control, authority transcends re manipulation, allowing the user to beco a true embodint of lightning itself. Those who wield this authority can command storms, summon lightning strikes at will, and infuse their very being with its raw, untad power.
Authority Skills:
Absolute Lightning Control: Unrivaled mastery over the lightning elent. The host can manipulate lightning in any form, from the gentlest spark to the most devastating thunderstorm.
Lightning Embodint: Temporarily transform into a being of pure lightning, granting unparalleled speed, strength, and invulnerability.
Cosmic Lightning Fusion: rge cosmic energy with lightning to amplify attacks, creating devastating effects that surpass normal elental power.
Lightning Resurrection: In the event of near-death, the host can absorb lightning to rapidly heal and restore vitality.
Rage of Nature: A massive storm that unleashes rain, powerful winds, and relentless lightning strikes over a large area, causing widespread destruction.
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Current Mastery Level: Initial
Next Stage: True Lightning Monarch: Requires further cultivation and comprehension of cosmic and natural lightning laws.
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Julian gazed at his status screen, excitent visible in his face, "I sure am ready for the war".
Julian then approached Alden, who looked at him with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Where were you?" Alden asked.
"I was training, Father," Julian replied confidently.
Alden nodded. "Are you ready? We will march in an hour."
"Yes, Father, I am ready," Julian replied with confidence in his words.
"Good. Go and pack your belongings, then et here," Alden instructed.
"Okay, Father," Julian replied as he felt the adrenaline start to build. He quickly made his way to his room.
Once inside, he changed into his war armor, which bore the Easvil family symbol proudly on the chest. The armor felt heavy but comforting.
"System, are you ready for the war?" Julian asked, excitent bubbling in his chest.
"Yes, host. Show them your newfound power," the system replied, its voice clear in his mind.
Julian tightened the armor and glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He was ready. With a final deep breath, he stepped out of his room.
Julian made his way back to his father, and together they walked to an open area where the entire army was assembled. As Julian stepped into the area, his breath caught in his throat. He saw a hundred thousand soldiers gathered. Their armors were shining and banners waving in the wind.
His heart stirred with a mix of emotions. Nervousness crept over him as he realized the weight of the responsibility resting on his shoulders. But as he looked at the faces of the brave soldiers, that nervousness slowly faded, replaced by excitent.
As Julian scanned the gathered army, his eyes fell on the king, who was dressed in luxurious royal armor that glowed in the sunlight. Beside him stood three dukes, all adorned in their finest battle gear. Marcus was standing behind his father, the Duke of Norish.
Alden moved forward to join the dukes. Julian also followed his father and stood behind him. Julian straightened his back, his heart racing, ready to support his father in any way he could.
Just then, The king stepped forward. As he approached, the entire army knelt and bowed. The sound of armor clinking echoing through the open area.
His voice rang out, powerful and clear, "Raise your heads."
Slowly, the soldiers lifted their gazes but still kneeling.
The king continued, "The day has co, the day we march off to fight against our enemy, Apollo. Raise your heads, be proud, and be ready to fight!"
Julian felt the energy shift around him, a wave of courage washing over the troops.
The king declared, "The founding pillar of our kingdom, the four dukes are here with you all," as he gestured to the dukes standing beside him.
With that, the four dukes knelt before the king, a show of unity and strength. Julian admired their loyalty and felt a deep sense of responsibility to stand alongside them.
The king approached the kneeling four dukes and said, "Bring your hands forward"
At his the four dukes still kneeling raised their both hands in the air.
With a firm grip, the king placed a sword in each of their hands. These swords were not just weapons, they were the symbols of the royal family of the Ares Kingdom, representing their commitnt and loyalty.
In unison, the dukes shouted, "Your Majesty, your loyal subjects promise to serve this kingdom and win this war in the na of the Ares Kingdom."
Their voices rang out with conviction as it echoed through the open area and stirring the hearts of the soldiers around them.
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