Magic Emperor Chapter 215 Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Isn’t it impossible for Boss to enter the Mammet realm in a short time? Why… ” “We have seriously underestimated the ability of the magic books from the beginning.” Magus then raised his gaze to the vision in the sky once more while observing the raging sea quietly. As foggy mountains and a palace gradually emerged from the void, he could make out that mythical birds were chirping and angels were dancing. “Is this the scene of the heavenly palace and the city in paradise? This is incredible.” Magus and Max were dumbfounded. Just then, they heard a deafening dragon roar that came from Tyr’s body. Shortly after, the black dragon, which circulated in Tyr’s chest, suddenly shot out of his body

Chapter 21 As the fated mates took their first step towards the unknown, a distant rumble echoed through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves of uncertainty through their beings. A tempest brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling in a sinister dance. Their eyes widened in alarm as a figure emerged from the storm, a figure they had never anticipated. It was a being of ancient power and malevolence, a harbinger of chaos and despair. The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion.

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.

The Divine Holy Emperor said smilingly, “I’m impressed by you too, Thea. I heard that those who consumed the blood of the Four Holy Beasts would have Demonic Energy in their body. Let’s compare our Demonic Energies today and see who’s better.” The Divine Holy Emperor was very conceited. He cultivated Demonic Energy and practiced an incomplete version of the Curse Magic. Although Thea had displayed great strength, the Divine Holy Emperor was confident he could defeat her. He was excited at the thought of playing with her after his victory.

Waiting. A piercing cry tore through the chaos—Emilia. I spun around to see her collapsed on one knee, clutching her side in agony. My heart clenched as I glanced around at the others, bloodied and battered, each fighting to stay on their feet. My decision was made. Summoning every ounce of strength left in me, I let my magic flow. It surged through my body, burning like fire, drawing the attention of every creature around us. Their movements shifted, their hunger visible in their glowing eyes as they descended on me like moths to a flame.

But before anyone could reach me, I pushed myself up. The hole was gone. Flesh whole again. I looked at my bloodstained hand, then at the soldier who'd fired. His face had gone pale. I rose slowly. "Your turn." He turned to run — I grabbed his collar and hurled him into his captain. Both went down in a heap. The captain scrambled up, fear twisting his face. "What are you—some kind of demon?" "I'm the man you'll never cross again." I seized his arm and twisted. Bones cracked like dry wood.

"It would have required a hefty ritual, perhaps even a blood sacrifice. A dark mage." Emeriel’s eyes fluttered as she nodded sluggishly. "I have already sent word to the mage king. It will take time to get a response, but I must know his thoughts on this." "A wise decision. We… uhmm… we must know…" Her thoughts were drifting now, her body going boneless against him. Daemonikai caught her as she collapsed, scooping her effortlessly into his thigh. She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder, nuzzling her face into his neck. "Oh… I feel weird."

He stood guard at the edge of the bed. Stefano understood what he meant so Stefano quickly went out to send the message through a phoenix that would be received in an instant by whoever the letter was sent to. What Elijah wants is to talk to the magician, if there is still a possibility to restore Elena's life. He prays that there is a way for that. He was left inside the room. The sentinels brought Felicidad's remains to be buried before Elena's. Thirty minutes later, the magician who was with Stefano arrived. Elijah immediately looked at it. He stared at the old magician Sicario. He was the very first magician and one of those who did not give in to evil. So he can trust her.

I grimaced while chanting the rather long spell as it continuously tugged at my powers as if draining every single bit of it out of me. Just then, I heard the howls again coming from behind. They were drawing close but I still remained in my spot, speaking out the spell as fast yet clear as possible. I just had to focus and if I create an opening, I would be safe from them. “You’re not getting away!” Ciel’s voice was loud but it seemed to have been devoured by the open desert.

She munched the air bitterly. “Elaborate, then.” Second took the initiative to learn more about them.” Hisoka rubbed his face annoyingly. “Listen, people. Listen!” “The dragons are the pinnacle of magic power.” Second took a second to realize the real meaning of that statement. In other words, magic was the dragons’ forte. That’s all. Hisoka sighed, “Well, it turns out, one of you is bright enough to understand me.” First bit her lower lip bitterly and forcefully blanked her mind because the emperor surely could hear her loud and clear.