Type-Moon, the Path of a Magician

Seeing this funny scene, Luo Ya couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Don't worry, not only her, but also you and the entire Tono family. No one can escape today."

"You will all be buried in flames!"

After he finished speaking, Luo Ya stopped talking to these people. He spread out his palm and used his blood to condense a sharp dagger, and rushed towards Tono Akiba in front of him.

The flames are boiling here.

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Since the raid came without warning, no one expected that someone would openly attack in the entire city.

It's a mess, it's all messed up -

These damn lunatics completely broke the unspoken rules of the mysterious side.

Over at the cathedral church.

Sensing the flames rising from the city and the presence of Dead Apostles everywhere, Mei Lian Solomon and Xi Yeer quickly arrived nearby.

Looking at the endless sea of ​​red fire under his feet, compared to Mei Lian who just frowned, Xiyer's expression could no longer hold back.

Openly converting Dead Apostles in the city and setting fire to many areas.

Are these guys crazy?! Such behavior is completely trampling on the rules of the church and the mystical side.

How many people will die?

The hell that was unfolding right now reminded Xier of his past tragic experiences, and the hand holding the black key couldn't help but tremble a few times.

"Calm down, little Hier."

Mei Lian glanced at the girl beside her and said calmly, "We arrived just in time, and we have already sent agents to create a quarantine zone for the entire area."

"We have done what we should do. Now we just need to stay calm and hunt down the assassins."

Compared to Xier, Mei Lian, who has lived for who knows how long, is obviously calmer.

Although the current scene could be described as horrifying, it was only horrifying what he had seen in his life. He had seen scenes that were even more hellish than this.

The only problem right now is dealing with the aftermath.

He had already made plans to use magic to control public opinion and cover up the truth.

What really worries him now is the comfort of the princess.

The current situation was definitely not something that Flov Archangel could handle alone. He was sure that Roya was involved, although he didn't know what role he played.

Mei Lian felt uneasy.

Xia Yuan, I hope you can really protect Her Royal Highness the Princess.

He thought so.

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Where are you? Where are you?!

Princess, princess!! Please answer my call!!

A figure passed through the sea of ​​fire and slowly moved through the scorched city.

He was a man with a morbid beauty, with a black coat draped over his thin body. His pale face was bloodless, his eyes were empty and without any spirit, and his white hair was hanging down.

His existence is very different, and he is completely out of tune with the world.

Although he was surrounded by raging flames, one could not sense any heat from him. As long as he stood there and walked through the flames, people could feel the contrast in temperature.

Cold, icy cold...

He kept muttering: "...It's cold, so cold..."

"This world is so cold... Fire... I need fire to warm me..."

Although they were in the flames, it felt like an ice cellar to the man.

This coldness not only affects the body, but more importantly the soul. The thinking becomes slow and the consciousness seems to be frozen.

Only blood can warm the heart, only blood can satisfy...

But, it’s not enough.

Not enough...

This blood was just a drop in the bucket to provide him with warmth.

For him, the blood of ordinary humans could not relieve the coldness at all. Only the blood of those two could redeem him...

The True Ancestor's princess, White Princess Elquet Brunstad.

His instinct told him that as long as he sucked the princess' blood, he would be able to relieve the coldness and bring his frozen soul back to life.

In order to seek this relief, he listened to the advice of Ottenroche, bid farewell to his lover, came from Europe to the Far East, and in order to hunt down Elquet, he chose to cooperate with Roya.

He must be redeemed!

This curse that is entangled on the soul must be lifted.

"Princess!! Where are you——?!!"

Frov Archangel screamed madly. The coldness in his soul and the instinctive desire had overwhelmed his sanity and drove him crazy.

boom--! !

As if in response to his madness, or to break his wishful thinking, a crimson storm swept in from afar and swept towards his body.

"Magic power released at full power——"

In just a moment, the crimson storm swept through, ravaging every corner of the world.

Under the sweep of the crimson gale, the blazing flames on the street, along with the charred corpses of the walking apostles and the ground beneath their feet were crushed into powder by the violent magic power.

The torrent of magic power penetrated the flames and hit Frov Archangel's body, knocking him away with the terrifying pressure. The torrent of magic power that never stopped penetrated the street behind him and shattered the walls one after another.

His body finally came to a stop after being knocked out of several buildings.

The raging crimson storm finally stopped. Frov Archangel put down his hands and staggered to his feet from the ruins. Because he had covered his body with flames in advance, most of the damage was offset, so he was not seriously injured.

But something happened.

This powerful magic force suddenly approached!

His eyes were excited, and he looked along the track of the magic torrent towards the source of the magic.

But that figure was not the Elquet he was thinking about.

He saw a figure standing on a street lamp in mid-air, looking down at him.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

Not a princess! Not Elquet! !

“Why…why?! Why, why why why—”

Didn't Luo Ya say that if he did this, he would be able to lure Elquet out? Why didn't the princess show up? Why?!

"Where did you hide Elquet?!"

After a series of nonsense, Frov Archangel had lost his remaining sanity.

"Hand over the princess--!!!"

He stared at Xia Yuan who was standing on the street lamp and let out an angry roar.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​fire began to boil again.

Chapter 7 Curse of Fire (15/)

"Leave the princess to me...Ahhh!!!"

Having made such a big fuss in Misaki City as planned, Frov Archangel still did not see the figure he had been longing for. He had fallen into madness.

As his emotions began to riot, the already boiling flames around him suddenly turned into rolling waves of flames, carrying a terrifying temperature that could easily melt steel, sweeping towards Xia Yuan.

Bear bear bear——!!!

In an instant, the cement road beneath their feet turned into a bright red river of fire, and all the steel buildings on the road melted away. The charred corpses on the street that were crushed by the magic storm also turned into a pool of blood and merged into the river of fire under Frov Archangel's indiscriminate attack.

Then more charred corpses began to crawl out from the corners of the streets and rejoined the vast ranks of the dead.

"Hand it over?! I should beat your brains out!"

Faced with this guy's impotent rage, Xia Yuan naturally would not give him a good face.

Even when facing raging flames as high as three thousand degrees Celsius, there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

After all, the fire released by Frov Archangel is just a manifestation of the curse. Meilian had already presented all the information about this guy before.

Although the temperature that can be reached is very high, it is nothing to him, because compared to the fire and the curse, he also has a fire that is just as good, and it is the treasure he values ​​most!

Xia Yuan slowly raised his left hand, then began to circulate magic power, and then lit up all the magic circuits.

More than nine thousand magic circuits were running simultaneously on the surface of his body, and the terrifying scale of magic power generated from the depths of his soul suddenly overflowed his entire body.

A pillar of magical light shot up into the sky, and the dazzling white light pierced the night sky. The terrifying wind pressure brought about by the sudden surge in magic power actually suppressed the sweeping fire wave.

The magic power attached to the pitch-black flame ignited on Xia Yuan's body, and then began to surge rapidly, bringing more and more pressure to the magicians in the entire area.

Even though they were far away from Xia Yuan, magicians in the entire city could clearly feel this incredible increase in magic power.

Even ordinary people began to suffer from temporary oxygen deprivation due to the excessive growth of magic power.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? This is too foul!"

"Where on earth did Elquet find this monster?"

Luo Ya, who was also a participant, was also startled when he felt the sudden surge of magic power.

This body brought him more surprises, and thus he desired it even more.

"This magic power belongs to that guy!!"

Aoko, who was trapped in the forest and entangled with countless dead apostles, of course also sensed this surging magic power.

Although she was still in the middle of a battle, her admiration for this magical power had not stopped at all.

Her confidence was a little frustrated. They were both magicians, so why was there such a big gap between them? How much strength did that guy bring out when fighting her?

"Is this his true strength? How did he achieve this level?"

Kuonji Yuju also expressed his admiration for this magical power.

But this is not the end yet. What will make Frov Archangel even more terrified than the release of this magical power is yet to come.

Pitch-black flames surged out from the depths of Xia Yuan's soul and wrapped around his body. With the supply of magic power, the entire flame began to cheer.

The slender flame swept across, hovering on Xia Yuan's arm like a black dragon, ready to obey his orders at any time.

In the blink of an eye, the magic power in Xia Yuan's body had reached a terrifying peak, becoming as turbulent as the sea and as tough as a mountain. The wind and waves it raised not only blew out the flames, but also cleared the clouds above his head.

Under the cloudless night sky, the cold moonlight fell on his body, and his slender arms stretched out in vain in the dark flames, and then the flames were swept away by Xia Yuan, revealing his current state.

His originally jet-black hair had turned grey and curled, and his ice-blue eyes were gleaming with a fiery heat.

The casual clothes he was originally wearing had also undergone a great change at this time. The flames covering the left and right sleeves condensed into thick flame armor. As for the other parts of the body, he was also covered with a black robe woven with flames, and the cloak swayed freely in the flames.

From the appearance point of view, except for the color, the style is very similar to the one worn by the Earl.

This scene horrified Frov Archangel, because compared to the change in Xia Yuan's appearance, the change in his magic power was the most difficult for him to adapt to.

It's not that the power is unrestrained, but the magic power is restrained to the extreme. In his perception, Xia Yuan's magic power has become vague, and actually... very weak!

Of course that was impossible, because even though the magic power had become weaker, the sense of crisis that was about to come had already reached its peak.

The Dead Apostle's instinct was desperately reminding him to run! Don't fight!

"Don't try to escape."

When this thought came to his mind, the gently lowered gaze had already seen through him, and Xia Yuan just waved his arm lightly.

The sweeping magic power had already cut off Frov Archangel's retreat.

Although his speed of action could be said to be very timely, this guy's destructive power was obviously beyond imagination.

As the saying goes, water and fire are merciless, so Xia Yuan did not hesitate at all. He was ready to start the battle with a victorious attitude and end it quickly.