Novelas y relatos de Megic Emperor

He was processing the conversation between the emperors. Mithraos narrowed his eyes. "Giving him to you is like giving you one half of the Kingdom. El is not just my warrior. He is also my childhood playmate and the only family I have. You are a fool if you think I will part with him no matter how distant we are with each other now," said Mithraos. This time only Adharva heard him as both emperors were now on their feet and standing closer, one was furious while the other was vindictive.

They were wizards, in Kade’s eyes, of making the world of the rich and powerful dance to their tune. He was too young to remember a time before Sinclair and Associates—their first, noisier, more public child, in a sense. By the time he was born, the empire was firmly established, its roots sunk deep in the foundations of the city. It wasn’t until he was a newly-minted teenager that he understood the full nature of what it meant to be at the head of that empire. What it meant to be a Sinclair and to carry so much power, so openly in his name itself.

The Scarlet Flame Sage finally understood and couldn't even begin to describe the levels of shock he was going through. If the man could kill a Demi-Emperor rank instantly, that means the person himself must be Emperor rank. His shoulders seemed to slump at the thought, his pupils dilating as he turned to curse at the purple-robed hag's body. "You could have said from the start that it's a Haki Emperor! So why didn't you?!" He felt like a court jester, and one dancing around before an emperor at that, even taunting the man that he could crush the emperor at any moment like an ant while he was the ant all along!

After the Blood Emperor's spine was taken away, he couldn't bear the pain. At the same time, he was ashamed and angry. He was an Immortal Emperor, but his natural magic treasure was taken away. He was like a slug now. "Immortal Emperor Chu, return my natural magic treasure. Let's have a battle. I'll fight you to the death." The Blood Emperor roared, causing the countless stars to tremble. Chu Xun sneered and said playfully, "Are you stupid? Or do you think I am stupid?"

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”

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.

Megara shook her head and completely turned towards him, her back facing Agnes and her right side facing Evenor and Master Shin. "Stop lying." Megara gritted her teeth in anger and the man shook his head. "Check my memory." He said and then a man stepped forward. The same man who was a lion among foxes. He walked past Megara and towards the beaten-up blonde man. He was famous for his magic, he had the same magic that Marco's disciple had but a lot more powerful.

Caleb moved like a chaotic meteor made of burning ash, shattering black stone beneath his feet, while Jace teleported from shadow to shadow, skipping the vertical drop like gravity didn’t matter. Up on the roof of the world, the Emperor watched his apocalyptic tide fail against my shield. He sneered, dropped his hands, and cut off the blood-magic flow entirely. Then he turned, facing the two Demi-gods as they landed on his spire. "You think glowing tricks can kill an immortal?" The Emperor mocked, and he drew a thin blade that was perfectly straight, made entirely of condensed crystallized blood. "Let’s see," Caleb laughed, charging forward with a roar that shattered the glass in the surroun

[ TARGET INTEL: EASTERN AVANT-GARDE ] * Commander: First Sword Malachi (Level 36 Holy Paladin) * Force Size: 5,000 Radiant Paladins, 50 Solar Wyverns, 20 Holy Siege Engines * Active Aura: Divine Hegemony (Reduces enemy dark and chaos magic efficiency by 50%) * Current Objective: Secure the Western Gatehouse and establish a forward foothold for Empress Vespera’s main army. Malachi lowered his long, gold-rimmed spyglass, a faint sneer playing across his weathered, scarred lips. "So, the wolf outcast has truly proclaimed himself Emperor of the West," Malachi said, his deep, resonant voice cutting through the whistling mountain gale. "A former slave using dark, corrupted cores to overthrow Solon

The dark crystal atop his bronze staff flared with a blinding, sickly green radiance that illuminated the entire vaulted ceiling. "Miserable, wild animals," Emperor Vane hissed, his voice dropping into a deep, guttural register that caused the transparent glass floor beneath their feet to crack. "You think you have won? I am the Sunken Emperor! I have ruled this realm for three centuries! My magic is the very foundation of this mountain!" Vane raised his bronze staff with both hands, plunging the base of the staff directly into the glass floor beneath his throne. CRACK-THOOM!