Cursed Technique Amplification: Blue の小説・ストーリー

“If they are the wolves from the legend, what kind of power does that give them? What kind of responsibility?” Zora’s expression was grave as she looked at me. “The power of the blue-eyed wolves is said to be immense. They are not only leaders, but they are also protectors. Their bond gives them the ability to control elements, to shape the world around them in ways no other wolves can. But the true extent of their power isn’t fully understood. It’s a force that’s been lost to time.” I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. “What if Sofia doesn’t know how to control it? What if she hasn’t fully tapped into it yet?”

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Even the alpha was looking nervous as Jessie continued. “But the lycans aren’t the only threat. Vamps it’s the heart or head,” Jessie instructed and James smiled, seeing Dorin shifted his weight as Jessie described a gun Lily had. It was specially designed for elongated wooden bullets that could paralyze vampires. Jessie then explained how to quickly and efficiently decapitate a vampire. James almost found it funny how these two women made an entire group of werewolves and vampires squirm if he didn’t find it so disturbing himself. Who the hell was this human? he wondered as the woman finished her instruction. “Now Alpha and James, where are you two going to be?” Jessie stated

There was no way for Cedric to take the lead. "What's this?" Collins asked. Melvin looked over. Her character was holding the blue shell weapon. He supposed that she hadn't gotten one before, though he couldn't imagine how that could be. Still, he explained it to her. Unlike the green shell which just went straight out wherever you fired it or the red shell which locked onto the racer in front of you the blue shell went straight after the player in first and was except for a rare exception completely unblockable. There was nothing to do but take the hit and, hopefully, move on.

Waist-high and glowing faintly, she looked like something out of a myth. The forest’s darkness bent around her, like even it didn’t want to mess with her. “Beautifully dangerous,” I murmured, smiling despite the exhaustion gnawing at my bones. “Just like me, huh?” Blue made that weird chirp-growl sound, almost smug. Suddenly, a dense mist rolled out across the clearing ahead. My hand went straight to my dagger. “Oh, come on. Not another one.” But before I could take a step forward, Blue’s body flared with a soft blue aura, her power rippling outward in a pulse that cut through the fog, the mist hissed, twisting and then dissolving completely, leaving behind a stretch of empty ground.

The formation holds. Lucian works through the center of the advance with the hybrid power burning at full output, the gold and red aura visible from a distance significant enough that the revenants in a thirty-foot radius destabilize simultaneously, their animating force disrupting when it contacts something the blood magic was not designed to encounter. The bodies drop and the formation advances through the gap and holds the new ground and the process repeats. It works. For a while, it works. Then the amplification relic activates.

Bigby's rotund figure quivered as he kept scrounging through one mystic treasure after the other, exclaiming, "Just hold on! My dad's a trillionaire, and he bought me a ton of mystic treasures and pills. It can definitely save you…" Even as he rummaged through pills and mystical herbs, Lisa looked through everything as well to see if there was anything which could help Rags. However, Bigby was sweating buckets, as there was no way to treat a recoil of sword techniques. Rags was already hurt when he cast that Emperor-class technique, and it made things all the worse for him. One needed the corresponding cultivation rank to technique class to have sufficient Reiki and unleash the full potentia

He kept walking. "FIRE!" The turrets spun up. The soldiers raised their rifles. Jack raised his right hand. The Cursed Hand. He didn't use a shield. He didn't use a blast. He snapped his fingers. CLICK. The sound was small, but the effect was massive. The Curse flared. A pulse of black anti-magic rippled out. It hit the turrets. Their targeting sensors went blind. They spun wildly, firing into the ceiling, shattering the chandeliers. Glass rained down like diamonds.

Coppin, could mix any chemicals and cause them to explode like a witch. Obviously, I didn't turn out to be a natural chemist, especially after I broke a vial of a blue chemical by accident, and it spilled on Vida's completed experimental compound. The whole stuff blew up into a mini-mushroom cloud on our lap table. The next thing I knew, Vida's face was covered in blue dust, and the whole class laughed at us. Well, that was just another doomed day of my life.

“Merge with me, True Flames, and reveal the power of Brimstone.” “Combination Technique: Brimstone of True Flames” *SCREEE*