bookpower Chapter 134
Chapter 134
Spelling is the capital of a speller's life.
It is also the foundation that defines a sorcerer's achievements.
Possession of a powerful spell means that the family has prospered for it.
But.
The existence of spells also represents the only thing in this world that cannot be bridged by hard work, and that is this chasm-like 'talent'!!
The reason why the family has been able to stand for thousands of years without falling is because their family heirloom spells are so powerful that they cannot be repeated.
The so-called family heirloom spell is a spell that the ancestral generation detached itself and is stronger than everything, so that it is engraved in the bloodline.
Those who can inherit the family heirloom spell are all supreme beings.
Judging the strength of a family is based on the number and strength of the family's inherited spells.
However, there are always exceptions in this world, and there are always rules that break all the rules.
Xia Youjie was born in an ordinary family, and even his parents didn't have magic powers, but when he was ten years old, he was inadvertently facing a spell spirit that was about to be killed.
The powerful talent that countless people can't ask for has bloomed~
The spell spirit manipulation technique, and the spell spirit was directly suppressed into a black pill.
It was also born that this super-grade sorcerer who was above the entire spell world, and was only sixteen years old to be able to be called the twin stars of the academy with Gojo Satoru.
Xia Youjie!!
As a civilian, crushing the family, for a hundred years, it is only a palm.
This shows the power of this spell manipulation.
Even Gojo personally admitted that Xia Youjie was the only existence that could stand side by side with him except for Kai Longyi.
Spells are not the only ones.
However, there is almost no second powerful spell in the same era, it is like some kind of predestined rule.
It's like a no-limit procedure.
But right now, if that person didn't control the spell spirit manipulation, why would he go to great lengths to create this super-grade spell spirit.
"In any case, at least one node has been found, and that is ....."
Xia Youjie looked at the spell in his hand that was as thin as a cow's hair, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.
There is such a terrifying spell master in this world, there are countless spell marks on a rhizome the thickness of a cow's hair, and the flow of mana on it is almost perfect, one more will shatter the spell, and one less will collapse the army.
With such a control of mana, Xia Youjie asked himself, he was not as good as himself.
This thing is the culprit that affects the entire Fuso Skyrim.
If we can take it all out, the curtain will be broken.
But....
Xia Youjie sensed that the density of this was almost as dense as cow hair.
And Hiroshi is in Tokyo, there are already such a number, plus, Osaka, Kyoto, Sensawa, Momoshima, it's unimaginable.
Behind such a huge amount of engineering is definitely a powerful and well-functioning organization.
"We have to inform the academy as soon as possible. "
Although Xia Youjie thinks that he is strong, but the matter is big, and he has entered the key node of the conference room at the top level, if it really comes out of the fork, I am afraid that everyone's face will not look good.
What's more.
A sorcerer who doesn't know what his position is can really hold a super-grade spell spirit, then once he does evil, it will be a huge storm for the entire spell world. 、
on the sky.
Sugimoto's desperate expression seems to have become an eternal melody.
Blood continued to flow from his features, his mouth was wide open, and his tongue was exposed.
The whites of the eyes are turned outward, and the blood is filled.
Suddenly.
Black weapons swept in, twisting everything.
In the midst of the black fog, everything began to look like a blur.
Time and space are in turmoil.
It's like a film going backwards, and it begins to regress gradually.
"No, it's going to be ~ come back ~"
"Oh my God, isn't that a punishment too much!!"
"Even if he is the most evil, he won't torture him so repeatedly!!"
"Phew!!What are you talking about!!What do you say!!I'll do a good job!!My daughter can't sleep well every day because of the existence of this bastard. "
"That's it!!!This kind of scum should be right like this, if you want me to see, it's not too much to die ten times in special hair!"
"Wicked people!!Take a good look, this is Lord Celestial's reward for you guys!!"
The people who once hoped that Sugimoto would be punished have begun to feel a little panicked because of such a bloody scene, and their opinions have been constantly divided into two factions.
On one side is the Madonna sect who thinks that Sugimoto has died twice and should not be punished for the first time
On the other hand, there are radicals who think that Sugimoto's kind of bastard is not too much to be overwhelmed no matter how many times he has died.
Oh, by the way, there are also ob factions who don't care and just want to see a bloody show.
But none of them noticed a single problem.
That is the picture that has gone against the perception of human society.
But they accepted it very quickly.
Even for a moment, it was as if Xi had taken it for granted.
"Special!!!This is definitely a !!Grand-Grade," Shen Ming, who rushed to assist in the investigation, looked at the crowd around him, and made a judgment in his heart.
It can influence people across the country to subconsciously embrace these perceptions that are outside of their minds.
and forcibly put the point of view into logic,
This requires not only strong mana, but also powerful spells.
The long golden hair in front of the head of the dark slowly swayed,
The pair of breathtaking eyes looked down on everything.
Tried to find the source of the spell, but never found it
"Don't look at it, I released ninety-nine spell spirits, and none of them came back. "
"That guy's mana control is far above mine. "
Xia Youjie sat on the rooftop, looking up at the strange scene in the sky.
A gleam flashed in his eyes.
"I'll find you, definitely!!"
In that space where everything seems to repeat itself.
Sugimoto's figure reappeared.
Subsequently.
The terrifying black and white figure also resurfaced like a rebroadcast.
The cold and eerie voice was like an oath.
"Ichiro Sugimoto, eighteen dead"
In an instant, the raging fire that can burn everything is carried with an endless dead silence.
Devour Sugimoto's body entirely.
Reciprocating, reciprocating~
It's like a game that never ends.
Flames, frost, severed heads, broken bones....
In the history of mankind, all imaginary deaths have been repeated over and over again in Sugimoto's body.
There was already silence in the crowd.
Even those who wanted to make Sugimoto die a thousand times and ten thousand times before.
At this moment, there is only endless fear left.
That's a biological instinct.
A kind of sorrow for the same kind, empathy for death.