The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She shook her head and pulled a pillow to her stomach as she slid in his pillows, looking contemplative. “His magick started two fifty years ago. He vows to the white, sings the good tunes and breaks the promises for the greed of power. Comes, he back, the dark and the mad, crazed with power.” Art traced the lines with his fingers. They sounded like just another myth, just another tale to enchant, to fascinate, but now he knew. Not everything was just a legend, a myth. He would have never believed the words in this book, if he hadn’t seen some in the first place, gone through it.

Chiara sighed. “A hundred years.” Crista answered. “Excuse me?” Chiara raised a gray eyebrow. “Darkness told me it takes them a hundred years to have enough power to return. But that won’t happen. We have accepted Darkness and Light as part of us. We will see this prophecy through even and especially if it means Ignazio and, I mean no offense, your sister will die.” Crista stated firmly.

Satisfaction was mixed in the swirl of emotions spinning in her familiar green. Seems like she had worked hard to make this happen. The dark magic flared and like a giant black serpent snaring its head it shot straight at Spirit, immersing inside her through her open mouth. The stream then branched to her other open orifices such as the nose and ears wrapping her inside the black cloud, making it difficult for us to see. “What is happening to her?” Seff asked as we watched the unbelievable scene before us. “The dark magic is going back to where it came from through the mediator. This magic, it cannot stay without a body in its raw form but since it couldn’t find a host it's going back,” Alor

He added in a breath. My insides churned. “DISAPPEARED?” “Yes, boss. Disappeared.” Miguel repeated, unwaveringly. He didn't even stutter. “I hate to say this to you, boss, but there's an 85% chance that they're using dark magic. Because how else do we experience these weird occurrences?”

She added, so sure. "In the forbidden law of magic, there is always some magic that is more twisted than you know, you were born 35 or 40 years ago, I on the other hand was born more than 10,000 years ago. It took me many years, sleepless nights for me to see the loophole in the Equinox. Being a medium for a few years doesn't make you high or something. You don't want to mess with me, I have been around and was waiting patiently for this day to come and it finally came so don't just think that it's impossible, because unlike you I tend to shock people more than you will believe." Nevera finished his little speech and with a snap of his fingers from his left hand, a portal opened behind him.

I watched in helpless silence as a soft glow surrounded her hands, but when she pulled them away, the glow faded, and her face was grim. “It’s not natural,” she said softly. “There’s something inside him, something dark. I can’t identify it yet, but it’s draining him.” My heart sank. “What do you mean, something dark? Magic?” She nodded. “Yes, dark magic. It’s subtle, but it’s been in him for a while. It’s been feeding on his strength.” “How long does he have?” I asked, my throat tightening. The healer hesitated before answering. “If we don’t remove it soon... days, maybe a week.”

Xue Yun also shared some melon seeds with her host. "Oh, isn't he the second male lead and the most enthusiastic pursuer of Fang Qingfei? He is surely one of the reasons that Fang Qingfei had connection to the underworld and her company smoothly entered the business industry without any kind of harm…..But now I have become his goddess, isn't the plot changing too quickly? Xue Yun, tell me truthfully, is this actually a low-level, F class world?" Yu Meng felt that she just came and didn't even do anything, yet the butterfly effect is so powerful that the people are already changing like this. So in her conclusion, she just feels the world is just too low-levelled.

"And we never knew. These packs were too far from our territories. Their suffering went unnoticed." "Until now," Selene said grimly. "Now we are going to make whoever caused this suffering pay." On the twelfth day, Selene stopped suddenly. "We are close," she said. "I can feel the source. It is powerful. Old. Much older than Moira." "How much older?" Darius asked. "Centuries. Maybe millennia." She pointed to a mountain peak in the distance. "There. The dark magic comes from there." The mountain was massive. Black stone. Jagged peaks. It looked hostile even from a distance.

Vane said softly, his old voice echoing off the narrow walls. "But a mind that has held dark magic is still dangerous if it stays whole. To make sure he can never hurt another person again—to make sure his dark power can never come back—his soul must be unbound from this world forever." "Do it," I said flatly. The old leaders formed a tight circle around the outside of the cell, holding hands. Their voices rose in a low, matching chant—an old, strange spell that seemed to pull all the warm air right out of the hallway. The air inside the small room grew thick, glowing with a deep purple light.

" She asked turning to face them. "Jadis!" Aleister exclaimed. "How are you Aleister," Jadis laughed. "I should have known it was you," "What did you think,that I would stay quite after the death of my grandmother?" "If you're a dark witch then how did you disguise to be a white witch for so long?" "You know what a rhetorical question is dark lord?" "You cannot win Jadis!" Vador said calmly. "But I'm going to. How are you still so calm, I will destroy you and take over the empires!"