Emperor I Am The Black Wizards 소설 & 이야기

“I’ll offer you a deal. If you cooperate, we can discuss the future of your country.” Cole frowned. Augus’s sudden shift in demeanor was baffling, and I remembered what Sylvia had said about black magic, about the blood sacrifices that black wizards used to compete for the throne—how it made their bodies deteriorate and become fragile, and about the ironic end of that power. A junior wizard had killed the others with a simple knife, Sylvia had said that.

The distinction between a warlock and a poison witch doctor was that a warlock practiced a specific type of sorcery called black magic that originated in Southeast Asia. Black magic was a hybrid of witchcraft and curses designed to retaliate against specific people. Smack! "Damn it!" Chancellor Snyder slapped the table, frustrated. His entire body erupted in golden light, and behind his head appeared a crown-like halo that resembled the sun. That happened in a flash, but it reminded Chad of who the chancellor really was—Micah Snyder. Chad had learned that name from Grayson. Micah was once one of the ten most powerful warriors who fought in the battles beyond the sky.

Vailan let out a deep sigh and told her, “You did well, Empress. Is anyone hurt other than those soldiers?” “No, Your Majesty. Everyone fortunately didn’t get harmed. Also, I want to thank you for arriving at the scene sooner because as you could see there… in that plant, there was a tinge of Black Energy. The mage who did this has Black Power- devil’s power.” The plant was swirling with the left Black Power before it vanished into thin air, as if nothing happened.

The Emperor looked at them coldly. “Please, we’re only trying to help,” said Robert. “Fine, but if I noticed you doing anything out of the ordinary, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” They both nodded. “Well, hurry up. Quickly now,” urged Theo. Both of them sat down and gave William their energy. Soon the black hole started to close. The creatures that feared daylight jump back into the blackhole. “It’s working. It’s working!” exclaimed Empress Dowager. “Now, the hard part is left to Eric and Ruby,” said the Emperor.

Emperor Solary is nothing more than a puppet, and witches are the ones who control this country. Three. The Glacius Empire in the North. Its ruler is a dark wizard Emperor, a Warlock master of black magic. Four, the Venturian Empire on the Central Plains. The ruling wind-controlling secret sect there. It is said that the Emperor of Venturia was part of that secret group.

Suddenly the emperor appeared and blocked the black magic to protect his soldiers. Empaler Aegaeus retaliated, and he created a massive vortex that included white electricity. He immediately released him, and many of Filius Bein's soldiers were killed. He retaliated, and he also created a black whirlwind and so did the emperor. Until they release it at the same time.

His voice was low, but filled with a chilling calmness that mirrored the steel in his eyes. Cyrus’s expression darkened, and he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You think it’s just me? You’re both dead already. There’s nowhere left to run." He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a knowing malice. "You’ve made a fatal mistake by trusting each other. The empire doesn’t just destroy enemies, Ravenspine. It destroys loyalties."

"Master, get up, please. You helped me to ascend the throne. In the future, you are the Emperor's master." "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Wiz Immortal was elated. He immediately thanked Prince Auten. Darryl secretly sneered. Wiz Immortal and Prince Auten knew how to take advantage of the situation, especially Prince Auten. He must have nearly gone insane as he continued to think about being the Emperor. It was a pity that they would be disappointed. Wiz Immortal scanned the surroundings and said to the officials coldly, "What are you all waiting for? Why are you not greeting the Emperor?"

The aura he possessed at that point was that of a powerful ruler, a king. What his eyes searched for was absolutely nothing but what his thoughts held were inconceivable. He knew that this was the last time he was going to be a free man. He knew that the moment he leaves the mansion, his entire being would be dedicated to nothing else but the country. He is Nolan Armstrong, the Imperial ruler of the east, and a ruler he shall remain. It is his life, his heritage. His thoughts were interrupted by Scorpion, but his eyes remained fixed outside.

The young woman asks hesitantly: "But... If this information is so useful and powerful, wouldn't it be more correct if the entire population had access to it? That way we could prevent a tragedy like this from happening again." "No, actually we are dealing with one of several problems that could happen if this information were public." "How so?" "Those men who broke into your house didn't want to kill your father, they wanted to question him. Including, his death must have been an accident." The girl closes her fist tightly, feeling grief and hatred mingle. Eric continues with his explanation: "I believe... In fact, I am sure they are trying to revive the Old Empress." "What?!" "Exactly. The