Magic Emperor Wiki Novels & Stories

Suddenly the emperor appeared and blocked the black magic to protect his soldiers. Empaler Aegaeus retaliated, and he created a massive vortex that included white electricity. He immediately released him, and many of Filius Bein's soldiers were killed. He retaliated, and he also created a black whirlwind and so did the emperor. Until they release it at the same time.

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.

“Pardon? I-” “I don’t like to repeat myself,” Do-won said. His tone was quiet, but it weighed like iron. And just like that, the doctor was gone, vanishing with one last helpless look at Zane. Perfect. Now it was just Zane and the heir to the throne. The very heir who looked at Zane in the wrong way. The prince took a step closer, circling him like a wolf. “Tell me,” Do-won said softly, almost conversationally, “do you practice dark arts? Occultism, perhaps?”

Kian said with authority. The remaining armies start thinking and discussing with the others and it made the rogue leader shake in anger. "Don't be fooled! They will still kill you if you surrender." Willard yelled. The remaining army decided to fight believing their leader. The blood knights sighed. "We will not surrender to a mage like you!" Willard told Kian. The boys chuckled at how hard their enemies are trying hard to look tough. "Sorry to burst your bubbles, but our queen is not a mage." Vance said confusing them. They all look at Kian and the latter smirked at them. "I'm a demigod"

His elite soldiers were all superior demons who were able to take on the appearance of humans, and since demons stopped aging when they became adults, their human appearances looked like men and women in their twenties which was perfect for infiltrating the Academies since they all looked to be in the same age range as the golden dragon. Everything was going according to his plan when a few hours earlier his most powerful Prophet had come to find him to tell him that the soul of The legendary mage had just arrived in Astoria and that he absolutely had to find him in order to eliminate him because this mage represented a great danger for his future plans.

But this is already very amazing, even in the ancient Nethersole Magic Empire period, this combat power can have the vast majority of the constructs are the kind of five meters above the big guy, relying on size to get combat power, such as the artificial storm titan. With Galadriel as the master, the closed storehouse of the magic tower can also be opened, which is stored in steel, obsidian, and other bulk supplies are not much use. She took Kristin on another tour of the outer demiplane; the city, originally inhabited by servants who served the mages, was now also empty, and even the houses had been reduced to nothing but stone by the passage of time. In the power room of the Mage Tower, C

Debris and freezing wind, as well as an overwhelming, draconic pressure, crashed down from above. A tall figure descended. Golden hair, golden-slitted pupils, and scales faintly emerged across the figure’s body. His features were sharp, cold, and utterly inhuman. He was the Dragon Emperor. He stood amid the ruins, his gaze like a blade, locking directly onto the golden tail around my ankle. My brain was completely short-circuited. The next second, a small, golden figure shot up from the bed. The little guy transformed mid-air into his dragon form—a small, golden-scaled dragon—and blocked the opening.

“Congratulations, Alaric. For passing the first level. You’ve leveled up.” I blinked. “Wait—leveled up? Is this some kind of game? Like a system? The ones I read about or watch?” “Call it whatever you wish. See it however you like. Just follow the instructions, and you might get to see your family.” I snorted. “Sounds like blackmail. Nice.” “And yet,” the voice said, “you continue walking forward.” “Yeah, yeah. So what are you? A god? An AI? …Wait, AI didn’t exist in the 12th century. Or—do they?”

‘Yep,’ ‘That’s pretty cool,’ he says, stepping closer. I hand him the wand for him to inspect. ‘Hand carved. I like it,’ he says, handing it back. ‘Wands are supposed to help with magic. I think Mum is hoping it will help awaken mine,’ ‘Your mother doesn’t have a wand, though?’ Micah says, confused. ‘Nor does my grandmother, but that’s because they are in full control of their magic and highly experienced. Wands are optional when you become as magically strong as they are,’ I explain.

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.