Novel & Cerita Emperor I Am The Black Wizards

“You never failed to amaze me, young lady. You’re right. Well, I guess you know the secret—” “Re-creation Magic: Catastrophic Trio!” the woman blurted out without waiting for Belphegor to finish his statement. She directly aimed a very powerful attack made up of fire, water and lightning— a spell derived from Almirah’s Water Bullets, Marc’s Blazing Sun, and Raid’s Lightning Barrage. Belphegor didn’t do anything to avoid the attack. He is really the demon king of Sloth. He deserves his position.

The ground shook; Antinus turned and saw a large ogre standing behind him. "What do you want, you ape?" he said. The ogre looked at him: "The only ape are you, nobody freely enters these parts." "Don't come any closer?" "Why wouldn't I?" "I'm a wizard!" "Listen here, friend, you think I care." "I hope." A sound of wood breaking against fresh, muscles tearing, bone breaking echoed in the dark and gloomy forest. Everything became silent. EMPEROR ZHAXIANG

I looked at him, my vision blurring slightly. He stood and took a velvet box from a servant, opening it. Inside was not a diamond ring, it was a pure gold family ring. "Isabella," he said, his gaze steady and intense. "This ring represents half of the power of the De Luca family. "I place it in your hands." "From today on, you are not only the heir of the Costa family. "You are also the lady of the De Luca family." I looked at him. At the man powerful enough to shake the entire mafia world, then standing before me, offering half his empire without hesitation.

But he did not exert his real strength out of fear that he might hurt me. I refused to get up. When he realized he could not push me off, he tilted his head back and simply gave up. I had only ever heard that the black wolf lineage was the most loyal to their mates, but I had not expected it to be this appealing. He looked so fierce, yet he was surprisingly mild-mannered. In the previous timeline, I had chosen Marin and spent several days persuading him before he finally agreed to form a bond. That ungrateful carp had a foul temper and was extremely spoiled.

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

But across that boiling black water, Emperor Valerius kept watching his vanguard die. He stood on the high deck of his colossal flagship , and he didn’t look worried at all. Not even a little. He looked pissed. Profoundly, annoyed, like we were all late to something important. Slowly, he raised his massive obsidian-plated hands toward the sky. Instantly, air pressure dropped. The hairs on my arms stood up hard, and the Daywalker Amulet against my chest flared with this sudden warning heat. He’s doing blood-magic, my auditor instincts screamed.

Has she been toying with him all along just like he is doing with her? Now that he thinks about that, it was always him who succumbed to her wishes, who let her run wild in this kingdom raising havoc. It's his army, his men who are doing the grunt work; His places where they are keeping the captives; His money which is being used to hire the mercenaries. All that mage is doing is chanting some silly lines, doing some stupid magic tricks any mage can do. Enough! He has let that mortal make him dance on her tune. He, an immortal with centuries of experience.

The Emperor said instead of answering the Emperess. The two kissed their Mother goodnight and left the tent, with Baihe looking back with a worried face. When they had left, the Emperor sat on his bed and sighed. “Well, what happened? Are they destroyed or not?” The Emperess asked, seeing that her husband was not speaking. “We have underestimated Blake Elon,” The Emperor said, recounting everything that had taken place at the fortress; the ability to render everyone immobilized and unable to move his consciousness scared him to his core.

Slowly, the oppressive energy began to wane, the carvings on the altar glowing with a faint, golden light. Just as we started to make progress, a figure emerged from the shadows. Gabriel Blackwood, his eyes burning with madness, stood before us, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "You think you can stop me?" he sneered. "You're too late, Emily. The town will fall, and I will rise as its ruler." Eleanor and I exchanged a determined glance. "We won't let that happen," I said, stepping forward. "We'll stop you, no matter what."

"This is just a game! A stupid livestream game!" "A game?" Jake scoffed. "That's what all you witches say. Did you think you could kiss a demon and walk away with no consequences? Did you think that power was free?" Emma inspected a silver dagger. "Adrian Blackwood. One of the seven princes of Hell. Any human who comes into deep contact with him is cursed and eventually becomes his thrall." "I'm not a witch!" I yelled. "I'm Adrian's… his…" An idea struck me. A lie that might just work.