If there was a culprit, it was probably him.
― I simply removed the ones blocking my path.
That boy’s words came clearly to the mind as if he had whispered it into my ears. Those words and the atrocity below connected.
That was right. Before that boy reached me, my minions would’ve have blocked him.
And the one who stood in the centre of it all was that boy. That human who proclaimed himself a magician.
…. The thunder smashed the ground and the wind howled. It destroyed everything at random. The power generated by the boy at the centre threw back sands and stones, and turned it all into soot.
A shockwave. It was a shockwave. Because the power that formed the magic was too strong, the shockwave was annihilating everything around him. The way thunders pulverized everything around it, the way eye of the tornado was localizing, they were only miniaturized version of what would happen in the near future.
“T, that’s the precursor….? It doesn’t make any sense―”
― That was right. There was no way for the Demon Chief Rajas to know. Abra Merin, Abrahamic magic type. Commonly known as “Divine Magic” or “Holy Magic”. This magic was the most famous and powerful of the magics that burrowed power from holy guardian angels to repel, dispel and control demons ― Abrakadabra (Pour the thunder unto your death).
He took the spell as a framework and turned it into his greatest offensive magic spell against demons and ghosts using modern magic theories.
Behind the back of the man who appeared like a haze was a figure of a woman. There was no feeling of life from the figure shaped like a woman. It was as if the sculpture was made from colour of minerals existing between grey and grey. It was neither holy nor evil. But there was immense power emanating from it.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…….”
That sculpture opened its mouth wide and shouted to summon a pillar of lighting from the sky.
…. I had never seen something like that before. A mere human commanding this unknown power, a mysterious power. That kind of power was not something a human of this world could possess. Even if he was a hero called from another world, it was impossible. A hero received the goddess’ power when summoned. A hero could never possess an ability like that.
That was right. A hero was a being summoned with absolute blessings of the elements and strength far surpassing a normal human. But that man did not possess any of the traits. So it was not possible.
That was a magic without the elements’ blessing. It controlled uncontrollable ideas, changed the reality and changed this world created by the Goddess as it pleased. That thunder in front of my eyes was holier and more frightening than anything ever encountered before.
I’ve never heard of anyone possessing that kind of strength, that kind of abilities. No human in this world wielded that kind of unreasonable power. None whatsoever.
But where did that man.... How…
― Magician, Akagi Suimei.
“A magician….? What’s that?! That boy isn’t a mage?!”
The thunder split into thousands of strands, leaving torrent of echos after a loud noise and gathered at the centre of the pile of magic circles.
The sculpture shouted endlessly and blue flashing light filled up the world from the sky to the end of horizon. At the end of my sight was the face of a similarly shocked and resolved crimson eyes from that cheeky boy. And the unmistakable aura of death that cannot be dodged―
ถ้ามีตัวผู้กระทำผิด ก็คงเขา―ผมแค่เอาสิ่งที่ปิดกั้นเส้นทางของฉันคำว่าเด็กมาอย่างชัดเจนในใจว่าเขาได้กระซิบในหูของฉัน คำเหล่านั้นและรับมือด้านล่างเชื่อมต่อที่ถูกต้อง ก่อนถึงฉัน จะได้มีลูกน้องของฉันถูกบล็อกเขา และเป็นผู้หนึ่งที่ยืนอยู่ในศูนย์กลางของทุก มนุษย์นั้นที่ประกาศตัวเองเป็นนักมายากล…. ฟ้าร้องทุบพื้นดินและลมส่งเสียงโหยหวน มันทำลายทุกสิ่งที่สุ่ม พลังงานที่สร้างขึ้น โดยเด็กที่ศูนย์โยนทรายและหิน และเปิดมันทั้งเป็นคราบเขม่า Shockwave มันเป็นแบบ shockwave เนื่องจากพลังที่มหัศจรรย์ที่เกิดขึ้นแรงเกินไป ช็อคเวฟถูกทำลายล้างทุกสิ่งรอบ ๆ ตัวเขา Thunders แบบ pulverized ทุกอย่างรอบตัวมัน ทางตาของพายุทอร์นาโดถูกยอ พวกเขาเป็นเพียงแคล่วเวอร์ชั่นอะไรจะเกิดขึ้นในอนาคต"T ที่เป็นสารตั้งต้น... ไม่เป็น sense― ใดๆ"―ที่ถูกต้อง ก็ไม่มีทางสำหรับ Rajas หัวหน้าปีศาจจะรู้ Abra Merin อับราฮัมวิเศษชนิด เรียกกันว่า "วิเศษอันศักดิ์สิทธิ์" หรือ "ศักดิ์สิทธิ์วิเศษ" มายากลนี้ได้มีชื่อเสียงมากที่สุด และมีประสิทธิภาพของเวทมนตร์ที่เจาะโพรงพลังงานจากศักดิ์สิทธิ์ศักดิ์สิทธิ์ขับไล่ dispel และควบคุมปีศาจ― Abrakadabra (แถบฟ้าแก่ความตายของคุณ)เขาเอาสะกดเป็นกรอบ และกลายเป็นของเขามากที่สุดน่ารังเกียจเวทมนตร์คาถากับปีศาจและผีโดยใช้ทฤษฎีวิเศษที่ทันสมัยBehind the back of the man who appeared like a haze was a figure of a woman. There was no feeling of life from the figure shaped like a woman. It was as if the sculpture was made from colour of minerals existing between grey and grey. It was neither holy nor evil. But there was immense power emanating from it. “Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…….”That sculpture opened its mouth wide and shouted to summon a pillar of lighting from the sky.…. I had never seen something like that before. A mere human commanding this unknown power, a mysterious power. That kind of power was not something a human of this world could possess. Even if he was a hero called from another world, it was impossible. A hero received the goddess’ power when summoned. A hero could never possess an ability like that.That was right. A hero was a being summoned with absolute blessings of the elements and strength far surpassing a normal human. But that man did not possess any of the traits. So it was not possible. That was a magic without the elements’ blessing. It controlled uncontrollable ideas, changed the reality and changed this world created by the Goddess as it pleased. That thunder in front of my eyes was holier and more frightening than anything ever encountered before. I’ve never heard of anyone possessing that kind of strength, that kind of abilities. No human in this world wielded that kind of unreasonable power. None whatsoever.
But where did that man.... How…
― Magician, Akagi Suimei.
“A magician….? What’s that?! That boy isn’t a mage?!”
The thunder split into thousands of strands, leaving torrent of echos after a loud noise and gathered at the centre of the pile of magic circles.
The sculpture shouted endlessly and blue flashing light filled up the world from the sky to the end of horizon. At the end of my sight was the face of a similarly shocked and resolved crimson eyes from that cheeky boy. And the unmistakable aura of death that cannot be dodged―
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