Magic Emperor 227 Novels & Stories

Monster Emperor Taras replied with a malicious grin. Monster Emperor Taras gazed at the sun with his red eyes as he gestured slightly. All the Suns started dropping towards Tsarayu at rapid speed Monster Emperor Taras turned to look back towards Tsarayu but found the spot empty. Before he could do anything, all the Suns dropped on the empty spot, creating loud explosions and craters. The whole ground was filled with them, but the ground below monster Emperor Taras was safe and sound As monster Emperor Taras knew that Tsarayu wasn't there, he looked around and saw something which made him cough a mouthful of blood due to anger.

"What the hell are you talking about?" "That magic," he lifted a finger and pointed at me. "You are the Prophecy Child. The one who will restore balance." I watch how his body turns into ashes, his skin and eyes losing color and becoming gray. "You may have gotten rid of me, but Lord Demir will send another. No matter how much you defeat us, our lord will get what he wants. You may be destined to fight your uncle, but there can only be one ruler," Half of Merkon's body is gone, only leaving his head remaining as he says, "Lord Demir is our true ruler. You will never defeat him."

With desperate eyes, she questioned. "I believe just a figment, created by a witch. The aura of dark magic was too great that night!" King Emmerich possessed the ability to intercept evilness, dark magic, fear, blood, and death. He was drawn to it from a young age, and the wildness within him ran by, devouring them. He is mighty, and his vision can travel any distance to identify the source of the evilness or dark motives. And, when it comes to his family and himself, he can sense when someone is plotting something evil to harm them. He can directly draw power from hell; he is said to be Lucifer's first born, and his demon is said to be Calcifer, or the fire of hell.

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!"

" His tone was cold and unquestionable. Emperor Aurelias' expression changed. He said coldly, "It seems like you are here to stand up for Heidi. I know that she resents me. But, do you think it's worth going up against me just for her?" Magaera was not bothered by his questions. He shouted, "Shut up and take this." Magaera had just acquired the power of the ancient cherub. He was extremely confident. Buzz! At that instant, divine power exploded from Magaera. He headed straight for Emperor Aurelias.

When it came to this peerless weapon, even Vince Schmidt could not help showing an unconcealable horror on his face. "This is a black-colored Magical Staff. There is an endless ferocious aura from top to bottom. However, it has been taken away by an expert at the Emperor-level. This expert at the Emperor-level is the Fighting Ape Emperor of the nine great emperors. He is a disciple of the Fighting God Palace..." Vince Schmidt explained to Zephyr Khan. "Fighting Ape Emperor?" Hearing this name, Zephyr Khan couldn't help but be moved... Zephyr Khan knew a little about the Fighting Ape Emperor.

Those Divine Servants they had no power against were like crumbs of bread before this man who swept them away. “So he was a god,” The Southern Monarch had a complicated expression on his face when he said this. He was a middle aged man with several creases that dominated his forehead. He was handsome, and his elegance was infectious. He had several strands of grey in his hair and a faint demonic aura was exuded from his frame. His aura was strong yet unstable, dancing around the fringes of a Mid Stage Profound Realmer. Next to him was his son and crown prince of the Southern Empire. He was a spitting image of the Emperor. His long black hair complemented his dark complexion greatly, and his

Mayari coldly replied making the physician shut his mouth. Mayari then turned her gaze to Evan, and stared at him straight to his ocean blue eyes. "You said you'll help anyone, who needed help." She stated. "Didn't you, your highness?" "Yes, I'll do what I can." Evan nodded walking closer to Mayari. Mayari offered her hand and Evan took it without hesitation. Mayari knew she doesn't have much energy to do magic so with Evan's permission and his hand in contact with hers, she can borrow his energy.

He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots. He squinted his cataract eyes, trying to take a look at me. And then, I looked at Dante who was standing only ten feet away from the Emperor. He was wearing simple black clothes, brown leather boots, and a vibrant blue cloak with a golden eagle sigil. I wondered why his sigil was different from others and why nobody was questioning him. Honestly, he looked better as emperor than the emperor himself. Oh, I judge people on the basis of appearance. Why is it wrong? He is supposed to be the emperor. Isn't it normal that I would have some expectations from him?

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.