Magic Emperor 200 Novels & Stories

Weapon Level: 25 Weapon Type: Epic Weapon Requirements: Traits(Medallion Mastery/Master-At-Arms), 250 Intelligence Weapon Attack: 75-100 +50 mag attack +25% Passive MP recovery during battle/100% outside of battle +10% chance of capturing and sealing the spirit of a monster before death. Soul Count [0/100] Description: This is a new item created by the player [Kirou] after studying a monster medallion. It has yet to be named but has shown signs of being able to be strengthened. It is highly recommended that the cheap materials used during its creation either be purified further or the item scraped and rebuilt using better materials, whichever works.

James froze. “Yes.” Sophie nodded and said, “Your body has been reshaped by the Natal Demonic Lotus of a Grand Emperor. Besides that, the Grand Emperor of the Hadean Clan in the Primordial Age, Xacobe Menachem, practices an incomplete Curse Magic. As the Demonic Energy inside your body has the same origins as the curse’s power, you should be able to remove the curse in his body. Not only that, but you can even absorb the curse and evolve the Demonic Lotus in your body.”

] Variant name: Fantasia 2R Seraphim Original Manufacturer: Kezia Armaments Weight Classification: Light Recommended Role: Aerial Marksman Performance improvement: 17% Overall evaluation: The Fantasia 2R Seraphim features a superior aerial performance at a horrible cost. Its performance in close-ranged combat has been sacrificed for powerful long-ranged firepower. The mech is able to outperform its opponents as long as it has energy to spare, which isn't much. The Seraphim further shines out due to its attractive appeal.

He got on his feet and left the room from the back door. Antonio walked in. He was holding a briefcase. "Devil?" He asked, drifting his eyes on them. Aaron motioned at the old chair and then turned his hand at Duante. "Devil." He said in a groggy deep voice. "I can assume no word will go out." He asked. "If you know how we work, Mr Rego. You shouldn't be here." Duante snarled, resting his gloved hand on the old desk.

“DO YOU HEAR ME?? SHE IS MINE, SHE BELONGS TO ME, DYLAN BLACK!!” Yelling like a madman, he started thrashing the room. Elijah was horrified, he had never confronted his deranged state ever. He was only familiar with the cold and calculative image of his Boss who was agile, cunning, and wise. His sharp moves and efficient calls always kept him one step ahead of his rivals. That’s how he was able to transform from a businessman to a Mafia Lord in just two years. The profession Dylan opted for entailed too much danger but he happily took all the risks. He even put his career at stake as he craved immense power and position-the things which would help him keep an eye on Evelyn and stay close to

And also the very exotic resort I now own. I'm meeting with the appointed head of operations of the winery who in charge of running things, he's going to fill in on things. "Miss Sofia Sanchez, right this way. I'm Richard Malcardi." A tall well dressed man introduces himself to me curtly motioning me into the winery. "Richard Malcardi head of operations?" I ask walking in. "Yes Miss," he answers with a nod. "Should we start with a tour? Or we should get right to business?" He asks.

I asked in surprise. "That doesn't work here. It doesn't work in Sage's palace. " She said. "What do you mean?" I couldn't help but ask. "Sage is involved in black magic. He had put a restraint on appearing and disappearing powers. Only him can do that in his palace. We can do it once we're outside this room, we'll be able to." She explained. "Then don't you have any power that can help with that?"I asked. "I'm drained, Melanie." I arched my brows. "My powers are gone." She admitted and I gasped.

"That is not my job. Why not call the Dibia? She is the one whom the gods have appointed to dispose the babies." "I have checked her house, but I learned that she travelled to the neighboring village and will not return until the next Eke market day. You are the only wise one in the village as we speak" "Perhaps, you should go to her shrine and wait for her until she returns" Ejima picked her broom and returned to her chore, hoping the boy would let her enjoy the peace of mind. "Please, wise one. Those demons are tormenting Maazi Ikemba's household with their cry. The tradition forbids anyone, but the one anointed by the gods to touch them. Please." The boy wept.

Why business men always had such a face, I never understood. I shook my head feeling emotions and wild thoughts running through me. His eyes, however, stayed in my mind, like a picture I couldn't tear off. They were surprisingly reminded of the wolf- Zayden. But his eyes were darker, much darker;a dark midnight, royal blue, with specks of black and silver sparkling around. This man's eyes did hold that same sparks. His shirt hung to his body, showing off his muscles that were ready to rip through any minute now. I shocked myself even more thinking of wanting to rip them off myself to run my hands over his skin! Athina! Where are these sinful thoughts coming from?! I lightly shook my head on

Then Hai Mingyue continued with another question that Long Chen immediately hesitated to answer. “How powerful is the Blood God? And how confident are you that we can win if we find the Dragon Emperor’s palace?” That was the question Long Chen couldn’t answer right now. He himself was very unsure of how confident he could be in winning. Long Chen couldn’t answer, so he could only shake his head at Hai Mingyue.