How to evaluate Robin's current magical abilities?

Robin didn't know.

Strong and weak are adjectives that require comparison to generate value.

For example, Robin would feel that when his magic level is increased, he will definitely be stronger than before.

For example, when he defeated the Demonic Anaconda, he must be stronger than before.

For example, when he defeated Weiwen, he must be stronger than before.

However, these results contain too much uncertainty.

He was not sure if he could defeat Ailin at that time because she was careless.

He was not sure if it was because it had been injured before when he defeated the Demonic Anaconda.

In Weiwen's battle, it was obvious that he only relied on the power of Rosalind.

Therefore, you must accurately estimate your magic abilities, either find opponents of obvious different levels in a closed environment and challenge them one by one until you can no longer defeat them.

Just like Alsé Jr. did before.

Or, it is to find a reasonable and accurate measurement tool.

For example, a weight scale can measure a person's weight.

For example, a ruler can measure length.

Until now, in front of him, a less accurate measuring instrument appeared-

Mandy, a senior magic tutor from the Magic Society.

"If you can already apply the Wings of Light to this level," Mandy flew beside him.

But Robin could only see her upper half.

Mandy's lower body was like a black smoke, and was pulled backwards during a fast flight.

"Then, you have reached the level of an intermediate magician, which is still a little short of a higher level, and it is a little short of a magician."

She looked at Robin with a blank expression, "But this ability is enough to make you enter the top one hundred at Itnell."

This is the judgment from the mage Mandy.

"So what level of warrior can I defeat now?" Robin asked along the wind.

"Um."

The other party seemed to want to laugh, but immediately suppressed the smile again.

Robin could clearly feel that the Mandy in front of him was full of awe of him.

This awe comes not from his power, but from his title.

The chosen one.

So, the question he asked just now was a stupid question.

Otherwise, the other party would not have shown the funny expression just now.

"Tell me directly, Lord Mandy, if I can't judge my strength accurately," Robin looked at her eyes seriously, "then I can't predict the battle accurately. Then when encountering an enemy, it will lead to very serious consequences-

Or delay the fighter plane.

Or lose your life.”

Robin squeezed out a smile, "Neither of these are what I want to see."

"I understand. Lord Selected."

Mandy nodded slightly in the air.

Her long hair was blown back by the wind, and her eyes were blurred.

"Please forgive me for not paying enough attention to your question just now." She said softly, "In fact, this question is difficult to answer and difficult to explain clearly."

Mandy thought about her words and frowned slightly.

Robin noticed that the magician had many wrinkles on her face and her cheeks were covered with freckles of all sizes.

"If it is a one-on-one actual combat, there will be many factors that affect the results, such as the physical condition at that time, the personality, psychological quality of both parties, as well as the weather, environment, and restraint relationship..."

Mandy frowned, "Putting aside those words, simply speaking of power, then you can compare this way. High-level magicians, corresponding to warriors at the super level, further upwards, warriors at the prison realm, and higher-level, if they reach the level of the three forbidden spell masters like the Blasphemers... "

"How?" Although Robin had an answer, he couldn't help but ask.

"Then you can correspond to the warriors who hold the life realm, or even higher." Mandy smiled slightly, "No one has seen the three forbidden spell masters exert their full strength, and no one has ever seen any forbidden spell master fighting against King Catherine, the Holy Blood Empire.

So, all of this is just assumptions.”

Robin nodded, without saying anything.

King Catherine.

Heloise told him that he was the only one who reached the realm of life.

Hold your life.

Hold your destiny tightly in your own hands.

No longer bound by the gods.

The wind on both sides whistled and everyone flew towards the distance.

Behind them, the bright golden wings dragged out long tails.

It's like an angel corps.

The elf wolf in Robin's arms barked lowly as their guide to this trip.

Everyone turned around in the air and headed towards its constant barking.

After adjusting the formation and direction and entering the correct track, Shibai stopped.

...

When night falls, the bright moon hangs high above the treetops.

The battle outside the temple came to an end.

With the last muffled groan, the battle stopped.

Alsey stabbed the dagger deep into Beulai's chest, and her entire arm almost penetrated into the other's chest.

Beulay's eyes turned pale, but a gratified smile hangs on the corner of his mouth.

It is like a great warrior who has completed his mission and has bravely dedicated himself.

Alsey felt a little shocked in his heart.

She pushed her body silently and pulled the dagger out of her broken heart.

With a loud bang, it sounded louder.

The tall vampire fell down on his back.

Arsey put a silver dagger in his hand and inserted it cleanly into the scabbard on the outside of his thigh.

She took a deep breath of air conditioning.

Dragging his injured right leg and slowly walking across the ground.

Corptoes piled up on the ground, and blood dyed the originally white marble platform red.

The survivors, with sticky black liquid on their feet, made noisy sounds as they walked.

The 78 fake Sicorides, including 8 vampires, all died here.

This is a wave of warriors who never thought of surviving.

Their persistence and fearlessness towards death made Arsay frightened.

The battle just now was comparable to the battle of faith she had experienced.

Only those who yearn for death and accept death happily can burst out stronger power.

Just like the vampire warrior named Beulai just now.

Although I don't know if this is her real name.

But at least, Arce will remember her.

Her eyes swept across the ground one by one.

Alsey pulled the cloak lower expressionlessly.

It seemed that only by hiding in the shadows could she not be engraved into her soul by these dead people with resentful eyes.

Only by hiding in the shadows can she not be seen by others, she shed tears because of her dead companions.

Follow Kalista's instructions to kill all the invaders.

They did.
To be continued...