Magic Emperor 234 Novels & Stories

Sound transmission requires a lot of mana and energy to control it… just like direct image transmission] The Emperor nodded slowly. "Hmm. I see, you want to conserve your body's energy in controlling mana during battle, huh?” On the other hand, Heinrich chuckled as he leaned against a large rock. He straightened his legs because he was tired and drank the water in his canteen. He saw Ezekiel approaching. “Is that all you can do, Archmage?” asked Ezekiel. "Tch. Did you forget I'm still letting some of my Artificial Spirit to look for Miss Bery–I mean Her Highness Euclase's Grandfather?” Heinrich asked.

" Nawa swallowed. She continued... "Magmar's form is a large snake with a female body! Magmar's health point value is 20,000 points. It will take the cooperation of all the current expert hunters and fighters to destroy Magmar!" Nawa hadn't finished with her words when thunder boomed and lightning slapped against Lantian Peak. Thick white smoke seemed to roll in reaction to this natural phenomenon. And when the smoke thinned in the wind, that horrible form appeared there.

[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.

Her feet levitated off the ground for a sole second before she fell on her butt and the wind settled. Agathus couldn’t argue that it wasn’t a distracting sight. And for a minute he had also became enamoured by the show of colours. “Miss Alexis”, he called out to the girl who complained about how difficult it was to lift herself with wind magic, she stopped at the sound of his voice and waved to him. “Please tell me you need me to do something”, she spoke as she walked over to him, Emilia’s sharp gaze trailing behind her. “As a matter of fact, I do. Cheer up the Emperor”, he stated it as if she was a therapeutic toy.

"Hahahaha! The Blood God? Are you looking for him, Dragon Emperor? All right! I’ll show all of you where the Blood God is!" The Blood Sect Master standing at the altar raised both his hands. Then, above the Blood Sect Master, a figure appeared—chained and with only half a body remaining. That figure looked extremely weak, and in front of it lay a blood-red pill the size of a fist. Although the pill was still half-finished, the aura contained within it was enough to startle all the gods.

Arric yelled out as he moved his play piece to corner my King on the chess board. “Must you yell?” Past Azura winced as she covered her ears, but in a playful manor. “I think everyone in town heard you.” “Oh come on! This is the first time I have beat you in this game. I am ready to go to the top of the mountain to let the whole world know that for the first time in thousands of year's I, Arric Chasm, have over powered the Dragon Queen.” I snorted at that comment. This was the first time I was referenced as a Queen. While it was technically true, the idea of being Queen sounded weird. I was anything but regal.

Failure to that, the demon lord grew weak and his magic and power began to fade away. After five thousand years, the demon king either perished or became stone. The ancient witch's words weren't to be taken lightly, that's why I had to call for the advisers and generals to find a quick solution to my problem. "Great Maou" ( meaning Demon Emperor ). Why not allow us to go into human territory and slaughter as many humans as we can, maybe their blood would serve as sacrifice and grant you power." One adviser suggested. I raised a brow and gazed at my only childhood friend who was the son of the late lead general.

“I guess you haven’t been to the Dark Room on the Second Floor then have you?” “Has anyone?” I blinked at him. “Everyone has snuck up there. It’s a right of passage to see how King Detry controls Warlord. The little fragment that binds the great minion of magic to the ruler…” Magus flourished. “What is it?” “Oh, no.” Magus waved a finger at me. “That is for you to ask Hawk.” I glared at him. “Besides…Shouldn’t you be headed up to his chamber soon like a dutiful little Indo Mage.” Magus taunted.

Rico asked while Merlin was undressing my clothes. “I am a sorcerer. I was tasked by Aria, the goddess of the fox world to look for this person, Emir.” “Are you here to restore Emir’s memories?” “I hope so, yes. But I am just helping him out leading the right way. It does up to Emir if he’s soul would cooperate.” Draku handed to Rico the wooden bowl and slashed his palm with his claws. His blood dropped to the bowl. Merlin painted ancient symbols into my chest and forehead using Rico’s blood.

Chansey got up and walked away reluctantly. She even glanced at Henry, who kept his eyes closed the whole time. She put her clothes back on and noticed she looked better somehow—her skin felt smoother and more radiant. After Chansey left, Henry immediately focused on cultivating the methods of Emperor Medical Scripture to advance to an unprecedented level. As he continued, his vital energy grew stronger, permeating and strengthening his body. The Emperor Medical Scripture, combined with the mysterious demonic martial arts, Infernal Scripture, was incredibly powerful. One was strong and stable, while the other allowed for rapid progress and complemented each other perfectly. The Infernal Scri