Novel & Cerita Magic Emperor 169

“How many Mages can you offer, Crown Prince Hyacinth?” The Emperor's question marked the confirmation of his agreement to ask Heinrich for help. Hearing this, Heinrich smiled happily. “One hundred,” replied Heinrich. “But they are all my personal troops that are only tied to me, not the Hyacinth Kingdom or anyone else. You can assume that I am helping on my own behalf, not my Kingdom.” A hundred Mages were already a great help. The Emperor hoped that there weren't too many Wyverns for the opponent to ride–because if there were more than a hundred, it meant that the Diamond Duchy had prepared all of this long ago and the Emperor didn't smell any suspicious scent from them at all.

"My arm will be paralyzed for a month if the magic succeeds. But after this, we are even. If you desire any further spells, you must meet the requirements." "Deal!" Zaiper crowed, practically bouncing on his feet, almost unhinged in his delight. "Alright,” the mage’s voice was an ominous echo. “If the magic succeeds, in a few days, His Majesty the First, the mighty and supreme sovereign ruler of Urai, His Grace, Grand King Daemonikai, will lose his mind."

Henry locked the door and sat down. He immediately began cultivating Emperor Medical Scripture in his body. He constantly absorbed vital energy and repeatedly circulated it throughout his body. As his energy continued to transform, his body became noticeably stronger, his entire body felt particularly comfortable, and his face was both evil and charming. Henry had finally broken through to level nine of Emperor Medical Scripture. The Emperor's Medical Scripture was kept in the Golden Liberty Library. For thousands of years, no one had successfully cultivated it. When it reached its peak, ancient emperors who cultivated it were said to be able to enjoy hundreds of women in a single night.

Megara shook her head and completely turned towards him, her back facing Agnes and her right side facing Evenor and Master Shin. "Stop lying." Megara gritted her teeth in anger and the man shook his head. "Check my memory." He said and then a man stepped forward. The same man who was a lion among foxes. He walked past Megara and towards the beaten-up blonde man. He was famous for his magic, he had the same magic that Marco's disciple had but a lot more powerful.

[Emmanuel - Level 12] HP- 109 DEF - 89 ATK-67 SPEED - 33 MANA - 980 Skills: None Examining Emmanuel's status, it became evident that he had no prior knowledge of magic before arriving in the city. Additionally, his mana circle appeared filled with impurities, resembling an unused car engine in need of maintenance. Despite this, Emmanuel possessed an exceptionally large mana pool, surpassing that of anyone I had encountered, save for individuals like Duchess Isla or the Headmaster of Brightwing Academy, Cleo.

I could feel her hesitation in her voice. " We can argue later. Hit me on my head. " I said to her. " You can pretend. " She said. " He is Duante Rego, The Mafia Emperor. He will easily get this. " I heard footsteps increasing, " He's coming. Do it fast. Give both guns to Duante. You know the summary. " I said. She nodded and hit me with the back of the gun on my head. I felt hot red blood, dripping down. It got black all of a sudden as I hit the ground.

“SOMEONE TOOK AN EGG!” Soon, I am running toward the lights of town. “STOP!” I am ordered and I do. “Give back the egg.” “I am Prince Theodore of Werewolves. This egg is an immortal dragon from a Werewolf. I demand to see your King so I can take this egg to the werewolf nest,” I exhale, after my speech. “Come on,” a warrior directs me. “I will hold that until the King decides,” Mag appears out of breathe, and reaching for the egg.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Eric gritted his teeth and launched a flying kick. Andrew blocked it with one hand, but he suddenly felt his vision blur. Eric's Phantom Mirage had already activated silently. Andrew stood still, looking as if his mind had really been controlled. Eric laughed smugly, his eyes spinning with swirling shadows. He stepped forward to pat Andrew's shoulder, boasting, "It's not just you who's progressed in two years. I've now officially stepped into the martial emperor rank! With the Phantom Mirage on top of that, even against a peak martial emperor, I won't back down!"

I cried out, my voice echoing off the empty rafters as I rushed down the concrete steps. He snapped his head up, his eyes entirely crimson, devoid of their usual brilliant green. Black veins were spider-webbing up his neck, pulsing with a volatile, dark energy. "Mercy... stay back," he choked out, his voice a distorted, demonic growl that sent shivers down my spine. "It's... it's too much today. The magic... it's burning me from the inside." "I'm not leaving you," I said defiantly. I scrambled over the low partition wall, my sneakers sliding dangerously on the slick ice as I ran toward him. The closer I got, the more the crushing pain in my own chest began to ease, replaced by a strange, mag