Mahou Sensou Magical Warfare 소설 & 이야기

This magical weapon was precisely the one Amelia had carried with her in her previous life. This magical weapon was also known as the Twin Magical Weapons, containing twin souls within: one was the Immortal's Soul, the other the Demon's Soul. The Immortal's Soul was pure and vast, able to channel the righteous energy of heaven and earth, possessing boundless power. The Demon's Soul was sinister and ruthless, capable of controlling all demons and destroying everything.

A force that was neither pure nor corrupted, but something in between. The cursed dead hesitated. For the first time, they hesitated. Amelia’s smirk faltered. “What—?” Olivia moved. Her magic surged like a storm, sweeping through the battlefield. The moment her energy touched the cursed warriors, they convulsed, their glowing eyes flickering. Their bodies trembled as cracks formed along their skeletal frames, silver veins spreading through the darkness that held them together. And then— They shattered. One by one, the cursed dead collapsed, their bodies dissolving into silver mist that rose toward the sky, vanishing into the night.

Yang Zi chirped at her sister who was still confused. “The type of Yokomoya that is quite common among great warriors is the Shenti-Moya. This type of Yokomoya allows the user to injure the enemy without touching the basic cause of Shenti-Moya is physical strength that is fused with air. When combined with Zhuji-Moya, the Shenti-Moya user can kill enemies from a long distance. Because he uses his instincts to detect the enemy and executes him using the physical force transmitted through the air.”

His words ignited a fire in their hearts, and their resolve hardened. As King Crowell's forces drew nearer, Cain's band took up their positions, hidden among the thick trees and underbrush. They watched in silence as the enemy army advanced, the ground trembling beneath the weight of their numbers. The battle commenced with a sudden and ferocious intensity. Cain, wielding his newfound magical abilities, unleashed bolts of lightning upon the enemy, sending arcs of deadly energy surging through their ranks. The element of surprise was on their side, and the soldiers of King Crowell were thrown into chaos.

They knew that they had been chosen for a special purpose, their bodies now infused with the magic of Selene's blessing. The mage's next enchantment held a promise of impenetrable defense. With intricate gestures and whispered incantations, Selene summoned a shimmering shield of energy that surrounded each soldier. This shield, woven with strands of ancient magic, would render them impervious to missiles and weapons forged from lead, providing an invaluable advantage on the battlefield.

Chapter 17 Malachi's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Ah, love. Such a feeble weapon against the might of my dark magic. You underestimate my power, dear pack. Prepare to witness the extent of my wrath." With a swift motion, Malachi unleashed a surge of dark energy, engulfing the chamber in an ominous aura. The pack braced themselves, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. The battle had begun a clash between light and darkness, love and hatred, hope and despair.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

Dominic slowly lifted his sword upward, signing the cue to the war. The war quickly begin as the sorcerer who had stood in front of the gates could already predict them from outside. All of them knew how Dominic would be attacking them and practiced their magic beforehand, allowing them to raise their hand far across their shoulder and shouting the one new magic on top of their lungs, “DASTROUFOUS!” Dominic didn’t knew what magic it was as he charged forward. The sorcerers who saw his stallion galloping toward them grinned, wondering if this werewolves was dumb or simply courageous to a fault as he didn’t question anything about their magic.

Heliotrope purple blood flowed from the clean cut in her hand, she then flipped her hand and let the dark liquid trickle down the blooming crimson flower in the King's chest and the dagger that is plunged in its flesh. Upon contact, a burst of energy with the hues of red and purple shot up to the high ceiling like a beacon. Followed by a gust of wind that knocked a couple of knights off their feet. "I will show you all the extent of magic along with my knowledge and power!" Lucas proclaimed with hystirecal laughter. "We are not the only ones living, their realms beyond your wildest imagination and with their help I shall rule every known Kingdom!" Mayari could hear the silent whispering of a

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.