The Replica Magic Starting from Black Four

Chapter 152 The Deepest Despair! It Was Him!

After obtaining the magic stone, Miki immediately set off for the center of the underwater temple, where the location marker he left on Gaheno was located.

He could already sense that the natural magic within this barrier beneath the sea was beginning to stir and was gathering towards the center of the underwater temple!
Witt has fully unleashed the power of the Zero Domain!
When Witt uses beast magic normally, his strength is already among the best of the guild leaders in the Clover Kingdom. But once he uses the power of the second layer of beast magic, his strength can easily reach the Zero Domain.

In Yumu's view, monster magic is simply an evolution of beast magic, and is described by the high priest of the underwater temple as a power that does not belong to this world.

Think of this.

The speed of the flying wood increased again; hopefully, Asta can hold on.

Asta and Yuno may lose to their enemies, but only the three of them can truly admit defeat; as for the others!

A cold glint flashed in Yu Mu's eyes.

At this moment, the battle at the center of the underwater temple has become completely open to the public.

Witt, whose entire body erupted with a terrifying, dark red magic, bared his beast-like teeth and glared menacingly at the Black Bulls.

"Mirror Magic: Multiple Reflections!"

Gosh activated the grimoire in front of him, unleashing all his magic power in one breath and roaring.

In an instant!
Numerous mirrors of various styles appeared in the sky above them, and these mirrors simultaneously released dazzling beams of energy at extremely high speeds!

However, facing energy attacks coming from all directions at extremely high speeds, Witt easily dodged the numerous energy attacks.

"What's wrong, you bugs? Trying to overwhelm me with numbers?" Witt's gruff voice rang out with laughter, his tone full of malice and mockery.

He wanted to bring the deepest and most terrifying despair to these members of the Clover Kingdom's Magic Knights, to make these filthy humans understand the absolute difference in strength, and to let them die in fear.

"Made in the Cotton Formation Magic - Sleeping Sheep - Combo!" Chami's voice rang out loudly at that moment.

The enormous, horned sheep, its eyes filled with furious red, relentlessly swung its massive fists, launching fierce attacks on Witt.

boom! boom!
Each punch produced a tremendous roar, causing the entire ground to tremble.

However, even the extremely fast-moving energy attacks of the Mirror Magic couldn't hit Vit, let alone the much slower-moving Soft Magic.

However, with each strike of the Sleeping Sheep, a large amount of thick white fog appeared out of nowhere, quickly enveloping the area where Witt was located.

Bang——Bang——

Countless Asta figures rose with plumes of white smoke, surrounding Witt like clones, and with a roar that echoed across the battlefield, they all charged towards Witt.

Banatha manipulated Asta's body using thread magic, while Finral used spatial magic to continuously create space, allowing Asta to hide within the Byakugan.

If you look closely, you can see that these numerous Asta clones, apart from having the same size, all have somewhat distorted appearances, which is precisely Gray's transformation magic.

However, at this moment, the Black Bulls members present had almost exhausted their magic power and had no extra magic power to use for details. Everyone was creating opportunities for Asta to attack.

Faced with the terrifying strength of Witt, who could be described as a source of despair, only Asta's anti-magic could harm him!
"what!!!"

Asta roared and suddenly charged out under the cover of thick fog and numerous clones, wielding the Demon Slayer Greatsword in both hands and transforming into a black streak of light!

The Black Bulls roared in unison, all desperately entangled with Vittoria, preventing him from dodging Asta's attacks!

"Despair? I don't have time to think about that!"

Asta's roar came crashing down.

With everyone attacking with all their might, the Demon-Slaying Sword was only a few centimeters away from Witt's chest.

but……

Vittor, who seemed to be completely distracted by the various spells, suddenly turned his head, his ferocious face displaying a gleaming gaze as if he were looking at a dead man, and looked at Asta with mockery.

"Do you think you can defeat me like this?"

Witt let out a mocking laugh, and just as the Demon-Slaying Sword was about to pierce his chest, Witt's figure seemed to teleport, appearing in an instant beside Asta.

With a kick, he sent the Demon-Slaying Sword flying from Asta's hand, then grabbed Asta's arm with his thick hand and squeezed it hard.

Click!

Click!

The sound of two arms being snapped off echoed across the battlefield along with Asta's scream, causing all the Black Bulls members to change their expressions.

"Your meager strength can be effective against me?"

"Hey! I'm asking you, wasn't it! I did it on purpose just now, just to take care of your weapon!"

Witt's dark red magic surged even more intensely, and his scattered silver hair danced in the air with the magic.

The powerful magical aura plunged the Black Bulls into a deathly silence, with only Asta's screams echoing through the air.

In Witt's eyes, none of the people opposite him posed a threat as much as the Demonbane Sword in Asta's hand, which could nullify magic. Unfortunately, the Demonbane Sword was ultimately not as convenient as the Demonbane Sword.

Vito easily dodged the attack and didn't even get stabbed as he had before.

Looking at what lay before them, all their last efforts had utterly failed, and everyone's pupils dilated as they sank into inexplicable despair.

How could anyone possibly win in this situation!
"When all hope is lost, the deepest despair will follow!"

"This is the kind of scream I want to hear from you humans... utter despair!!"

Witt seemed to sense the despair permeating the air, a ferocious smile of enjoyment spreading across his face, his voice tinged with madness.

The natural magic flowing in the air roared and surged under Werther's influence, responding to Werther's madness.

The astonishing magical influence made even the air feel heavy, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on everyone, and a deep sense of powerlessness and despair filled everyone's hearts!
"hateful!"

Trapped in the outside world by spatial magic, Yami can only see the battlefield scene through projection.

Yami had already drawn his katana, but it couldn't break through the space in front of him, making his already grim expression even more so. If this continued, his men would die!

"Is this one of the three demonic eyes in the White Night Demon's Eye?"

Remembering the information the mysterious man had given him, Yami gripped the hilt of his sword even tighter.

at this time.

The High Priest Gu Fusuo, who was standing nearby in a state of panic, instinctively exclaimed, "Someone else has intruded into my game magic!"

Yami's gaze sharpened. Apart from Witt, all the other members of the White Night Demon Eye should have been dealt with. Who is it this time?

No matter how!

Spatial magic is merely a matter of pushing the limits!
At this moment, the center of the battlefield.

Amidst his maniacal laughter, Witt casually tossed Asta, whose arm had been severed, to the ground. His gaze swept over the Black Bulls members, who appeared to be incapacitated, and he grinned.

"You will die in despair."

Witt clenched his fists and spoke with a ferocious grin.

Asta lay on the ground, his arms broken, but he still used his shoulders to strain and gritted his teeth, trying to get back up.

"Oh?"

When Witt saw that Asta still had the strength to resist, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by his violent emotions.

Just as Witt kicked Astan and smashed his head!
tread--

tread--

Heavy, powerful footsteps echoed from the passageway outside the center of the battlefield.

The footsteps seemed to be intentional, each step deliberately making a considerable noise. Moreover, as the footsteps drew closer, an equally powerful magical aura began to surge into the battlefield!
Faced with this blatantly provocative behavior.

"hehe."

Witt let out a low laugh, stopped his movement as he was about to step on Asta's head, turned his head, and revealed a bloodthirsty and cold expression on his lion-like face.

He could already sense the immense magical power gradually being released by the other party. Witt was somewhat surprised, not expecting that besides Yami, the leader of the Black Bulls, there were other powerful mages here.

The sudden turn of events brought the Black Bulls back to their senses.

In particular, Banatha and Finral quickly used thread magic and spatial magic to bring Astara back to their side.

"Astar, are you alright?" Finral breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked with concern.

"Thank you so much, Senior Banatha, Senior Finral." Asta, panting heavily, forced himself to stand up and said haltingly:

"What's going on now...?"

Seeing Asta, who was so badly injured but still showed no sign of discouragement, Banassa was somewhat shaken, but she quickly said, "There's a guy with very strong magic power. He doesn't seem to be with Vittor."

In that brief moment, the Black Bulls regrouped, keeping a wary eye on Witt while watching the approaching footsteps through the passage.

They were already in a weaker position, and without knowing the new situation, Asta and his men obviously wouldn't act rashly.

Finally, the figure emerged from the passage!
He was a very thin, ordinary-looking young man, the kind of person you'd probably forget after a second glance if you put him in a crowd.

But now!

A powerful and intense magical energy continuously erupted from the slender young man, forming visible shockwaves that spread outwards.

A layer of silver magic, nearly three fingers thick, flowed like water throughout the young man's body in a certain rhythm, giving it an air of mystery.

at this moment!
The heavy pressure in the air dissipated considerably with the appearance of this young man, and two completely different auras collided in the air.

In a way that ordinary mages cannot even perceive, the natural magical energy flowing in the air is divided into two distinct parts!

Where Witt was, the natural magic in the air was raging, while on the other side of the tree, the magic, though still somewhat boiling, was very peaceful, and even faintly gathered around the tree.

Even though Asta and the others couldn't sense the changes in the natural magic in the air, they could still perceive the somewhat oppressive environment, which changed with the appearance of the young man!
"It's him!"

"It's him!"

"It's him!"

Asta, Noelle, and Banassa, upon seeing what Mugi looked like, simultaneously spoke in astonishment, leaving the other Black Bulls members somewhat puzzled.

Asta and his companions never expected that the ordinary young man they had encountered on the beach would possess such powerful magic.

On the other side, Yami, who had been closely monitoring the battlefield through the projection, narrowed her eyes as she watched the magical energy flowing like water on Yuki's skin.

It's incredible that they were able to develop magical skins to such a level!
"Your underwater temple is hiding such a master?"

Yami turned her head to look at the high priest beside her.

The high priest shook his head hurriedly, his voice trembling slightly as he said, "He is not one of our underwater temples."

"Huh?" Yomi was taken aback.

"Another human? What disgusting magic! The one who stole our power!!"

Witt sensed the heavy and surging magic power emanating from Yumu and immediately assumed that Yumu was a nobleman, so he roared.

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