"Which race's magic did you use just now?"
Most magic and divine arts in the Age of Mythology were aimed at killing opponents. She had never seen such a convenient magic as the one Rhodes had just cast.
"I created it myself."
Rhodes's words once again shocked Serie.
"You created it yourself?"
Creating magic… This was almost a realm only demigods could achieve, but the human in front of her was too weak to possibly reach that realm.
What Serie didn't know was that because the magic and divine arts of this era were too terrifyingly powerful, it was extremely difficult to create a new spell with the same destructive power; at least, one needed to reach the realm of a demigod to even have a chance.
However, with the development of the times, most people wouldn't need such terrifyingly destructive magic, so they would research more convenient spells. That would be the true Age of Grand Magic.
Only now, Rhodes was the only one who could create magic.
"Yes, but currently, I can't create those offensive spells, so I hope you can teach me some."
Serie stared intently at Rhodes. Since this man could cast magic, it meant he had magic power within him. She just didn't know if this magic power was enough to cast offensive spells?
"Alright, come with me."
Serie revealed a hint of intrigued smile, leading Rhodes out of the Elf Forest and to an open space.
"Watch closely."
At this time, Serie naturally couldn't casually cast various magic and divine arts like in later generations. What she knew was the Elf Race' unique light and plant-based magic.
As soon as Serie raised her hand, the light in the air began to gather, forming a dazzling Light Arrow. The Light Arrow shot out, instantly piercing through a large rock in the distance.
Then, the large rock directly exploded into fragments. Clearly, Serie's attack was not merely a simple penetration.
Rhodes's eyes widened.
The power was truly terrifying. He just didn't know why Serie didn't need a staff to cast magic.
Serie retracted her hand and spoke lightly, "This is the Elf Race' primary attack method: condensing light element power and then attacking." She looked at Rhodes, "How about it? Can you create it?"
This was a test she had for this man.
If he couldn't even understand and create the Elf race's most basic magic, then it meant this man only knew some tricky minor spells.
Somewhat interesting, but not worth her attention.
Rhodes took a deep breath. Luckily, Serie didn't just raise her hand and unleash attacks like black holes or spatial shattering, otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to understand that stuff.
Since it was the light element power in the air, that was still within his understanding, so Rhodes nodded, "I'll give it a try."
He closed his eyes, and in his mind, Serie's magic casting movements appeared, including the way the magic power flowed within her body.
However, his thinking still remained on a scientific level.
If light were condensed, would it be similar to a laser? But if so, how would the subsequent explosion effect be produced?
Serie's attack was not just penetration; it also came with a series of explosive forces, so Rhodes wanted to fully replicate it.
He raised his hand, imitating Serie's movements. The light of magic power gathered at his fingertips, but it did not form a Light Arrow like Serie's; instead, it looked more like a blurry ball of light.
Then the light ball floated out unsteadily, and finally, with a "pop," it exploded in mid-air, turning into specks of light.
Rhodes laughed awkwardly, "Shall I try again?"
Serie frowned prettily, "Your magic power control is too crude, and why do I not feel any killing intent from your magic power?"
Rhodes was stunned: "What killing intent?"
How was he supposed to imbue magic with killing intent? Rhodes truly couldn't understand this.
"Magic reflects a person's thoughts. As for killing intent…" Serie paused, then raised her small hand and performed the same action as before.
"Just like this."
A strange smile played on her lips. At that moment, Rhodes could feel the bone-chilling killing intent emanating from Serie.
This was the first time he had felt such an intense sensation. This killing intent seemed to have solidified, causing him to instinctively shiver.
Then a Light Arrow grazed past his ear, landing in the distance with an explosion.
"How about it? Did you feel it?"
It took Rhodes a while to recover, looking at Serie, who wore a cute smile, yet his body secretly grew cold.
This was too terrifying. Just revealing killing intent could make him feel so dreadful.
Indeed, in a fantasy world, nothing could be explained by common sense.
He finally understood that magic here was not science; it was more like a kind of belief or, rather, the power of imagination.
"I felt it, but asking me to generate killing intent towards a rock is a bit too strange."
"In that case, let me be your subject for experimentation."
"Is that alright?"
Rhodes hesitated a bit. If he accidentally made his own leg disappear, he would regret it to death.
"Don't underestimate me, mere human."
Serie didn't think for a moment that this weak human in front of her could harm her, especially with just a basic Elf magic, it was even less likely.
However, just in case, she still cast a defensive spell on herself.
"Imagine how to pierce my body with magic, even kill me!" Serie's tone was very cold, as if she wasn't talking about herself.
"No, I couldn't bear to do that."
Rhodes mumbled a few words, but he still honestly tried to imagine that scene. Offensive divine arts in the Age of Mythology having such a condition was truly absurd.
Rhodes, emptying his mind, no longer thought about science, elements, or such things, but simply believed in the power of faith.
In short, the power of 'I reckon'.
I reckon my Light Arrow can pierce through this little grandmaster in front of me!
Dazzling light gathered in front of Rhodes, a color completely incomparable to when Serie had just cast her divine art.
Even Serie, who had lived for hundreds of years, couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation in her heart at this moment.
"Why? It's clearly such shallow killing intent, so why do I feel afraid?"
Serie was somewhat confused, but Rhodes on his side had already given her no more time to think.
Light gathered in front of him, not into one Light Arrow, but dozens, which then shot out suddenly, tearing even the air apart.
Seeing such a large number of Light Arrows flying towards her, Serie finally believed that this human truly had the talent to create magic.
She hastily cast several defensive spells on herself, but was still sent flying by such a large number of Light Arrows, falling to the ground and losing consciousness.
Young little grandmasters are great; they just fall asleep.