Chapter 162 The Devil
An unknown town somewhere in Xinshengli.
A little boy, dressed simply but neatly, skipped towards the man in the cloak.
The little boy waved the straight locust tree branch in his hand and shouted: "Brother! I've finished my painting! What next? What should I do now?"
Upon hearing this, Xia glanced at the little boy and casually threw away the wand in his hand, which was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary.
"You did a great job. Now you don't need to do anything else." He said gently.
"So what kind of game are you talking about, big brother? Can it really allow me to become a magician as powerful as you?!"
Xia smiled slightly and whispered softly: "Become a powerful magician like me? Of course not. A bloodline as dirty and lowly as yours is not worthy of learning magic..."
He lifted his hood, a smile still on his face, but his eyes turned cold as he looked at the little boy.
The little boy was annoyed by Xia's inconsistent behavior, but because of his fear of the wizard, he dared not argue out loud. He just trembled and his eyes were red.
He poured all his anger and fear into the locust branch in his hand, threw it heavily to the ground, bit his lip tightly and ran towards the village.
He wanted to tell his mother that these nobles were not good people! They were so bad!
But the little boy had only run a few dozen meters when Xia, who was standing behind him, stretched out his hand and waved his wand.
He was now able to cast silent spells very well, and the staff was merely a medium for his magic.
Xia didn't say anything, but the little boy fell to the ground silently.
He was only put into a coma temporarily; his life would not be taken away prematurely at this moment, but he was mercifully allowed to die together with his family.
I have given him the most decent and painless sleep before the end of his life, Xia thought, he should be grateful to me.
Xia walked forward slowly, ignoring the boy lying at his feet. He took off the glove on his right hand and stepped into the central eye of the magic circle with extraordinary calmness.
The hurricane at the center of the formation lifted up the long golden curly hair on his left cheek, revealing his half-missing ear.
The broken ear and the severed finger responded silently, and the heart-wrenching pain seemed to still tightly entangle him, refusing to dissipate for a long time.
The hurricane became stronger and his cloak was blown into fluttering winds.
Xia was completely unaware and just stared at the village not far away.
The reason why the forbidden magic circle is called the forbidden magic circle is because opening this kind of magic circle often requires an extremely painful price, such as sacrificing the population of an entire town.
Once the summoning circle is activated, he will have no way out.
Kosia didn't hesitate at all.
When Callisto refused his request to see him after the God's Birthday, Xia knew he had no other choice.
Identity, status, power, everything he obtained was through his own careful planning.
Although Xia didn't know why Callisto would lend a helping hand to an unknown illegitimate child like him, he knew that he had to seize the opportunity when it came.
Relying on the tiny bit of light from the Holy See, Xia planned the most perfect future for himself.
As long as everything goes according to his original idea -
Xia infused magic into the forbidden magic circle with an expressionless face.
It doesn’t matter. Even if the plan has gone awry, he can still turn the tide and redirect it toward another bright and glorious path.
He must not fall like this.
No one could crush him to death in the dirty mud.
As the magic power continued to drain away, Xia's face became paler and grayer.
The forbidden magic circle is like a bottomless pit, constantly sweeping in all the energy that can be absorbed.
The magic power, vitality, paranoid and crazy thoughts were all greedily devoured by the magic circle.
Xia's magic power had been drained in an instant, and even if he tried hard to hold on, he could only hold on for a dozen seconds or so.
His magic power was overdrawn to the extreme, and the blood in his body began to flow backwards.
Xia gritted his teeth and activated the magic circle into the most critical stage.
In this not-so-large town, a huge magic circle rose from the ground.
A magic circle with complicated spells connects every corner of the town. The more popular the area, the brighter the spell lines are.
"Oh my God of Light, what is this mess on the ground?"
"Why does it feel so much like the magic circle described in the book..."
"Hey, Jack, you must be too bored from reading all day. What about magic circles? We are in such a remote place. Let alone magic circles, there is not even a proper church. Don't dream of being a magician anymore!"
"Wait a minute, look at these lines on the ground, are they glowing?"
"Hey, it's really glowing. Could this really be some kind of magic circle? Does our town have such an incredible origin?"
"Mom, my feet are a little hot..."
"God of Light, is this land on fire? Oh my God, I'm going to be burned to death!!"
"Run! There's something wrong with this thing! Something's wrong, run quickly--"
People in the town discovered the abnormality under their feet one after another, and men, women, old and young all ran away desperately.
But now that the perfect magic circle has been activated, how can the turtle in the jar escape?
The light of the magic circle became increasingly brighter, the temperature rose sharply, the roars and cries of the utmost were endless, and the ominous atmosphere of despair enveloped the entire town.
Xia stood on the high ground of the town and watched coldly as the people in the town fled in a panic.
But he still felt it was not enough.
Only death can trigger the effect of the forbidden magic circle. The more desperate one is, the more powerful the effect will be.
The summoner's paranoid thoughts, the lives of hundreds of tributes, every link is carried out according to Xia's ideas.
There is only one step left to complete the magic circle.
Xia looked towards the distant direction of Saint Dover and Braceside, and used the last bit of magic power in his body to activate the summoning circle.
No one can stop him.
…
The temperature inside the magic circle soared to a level that ordinary humans could not bear at all, and the invisible underground fire burned everything inside the magic circle.
The house and its utensils began to melt away, and the flesh, bones and blood turned into a disgusting mud.
The sharp howls of pain stopped completely at some point.
The entire town, no, the entire giant mud pit was filled with deathly silence.
But Xia, the center of the entire magic circle, could see those invisible objects hanging high in the air.
His deep blue eyes were fixed on the dark red magic circle that had turned black, and he watched the spell engraved on the surface slowly rise.
The magic circle rose inch by inch, and the resentful souls rose with it until they had nowhere to escape.
The resentful souls wailed, but the forbidden magic circle imprisoned not only the body but also the soul. They could only swim around and collide with each other in pain inside the magic circle, waiting for a second death and the complete annihilation of their souls in extreme and repeated despair.
This purgatory-like scene played out silently, with each center of the array immersed in the despair of death.
The little boy lying on the ground finally woke up.
He looked at Xia in confusion, then looked in the direction of the town.
The little boy was almost instantly struck by the tragic situation in the town. His pupils dilated and his breathing suddenly became rapid. The extreme fear made him no longer afraid of the possible death.
There was only one thought left in his mind: the town was gone.
His home is gone—
The little boy stared at Xia, then picked up a small stone beside him and threw it at Xia like crazy.
Xia didn't dodge and let the small stone hit her body.
But it was just an ordinary little stone.
There was no magic power and the force was pitifully small. It didn't even leave a mark on Xia's black cloak.
He rushed towards Xia, shouting, and tried to tear Xia's cloak with all his strength.
Xia reached out and grabbed his neck, lifting the little boy up like a chicken.
Xia smiled at the boy, her smile was sweet and intimate, just like before when she smiled and waved at him, saying that she would take him to play a game that only magicians could play.
This smile did not comfort the little boy at all. Instead, he struggled even harder.
The desire to survive made him subconsciously pry open the hand that was restraining his neck. After finding the severed finger, he vigorously pinched the severed surface of the little finger.
Xia, who originally had a smile on his face, suddenly changed his expression and threw the boy towards a magic circle in the distance.
The magic circle instantly swallowed up the little boy, and in just a few seconds, the boy melted into the mud of blood and flesh.
The magic circle seemed to have finally reached a critical point, slowly revealing its sharp claws.
The vortex in the center began to close and gather, and the summoned devil gradually approached.
Xia stared at the vortex that contained tremendous pressure, and a great joy surged in his heart.
It was just such a weak breath, perhaps not even one thousandth of the real thing, but it made his hair stand on end and gave him incomparable fear.
Xia once accidentally saw Callisto getting angry. Affected by the pressure of the high-level wizard's magical power, he had nightmares for three consecutive days.
But the aura before him was even more frightening than the scene of Callisto's anger at that time.
Xia didn't dare to imagine what kind of terrifying and amazing power this existence that responded to the call contained.
Ordinary monsters and demonic beasts simply cannot possess the power to contend with Pope Callisto.
Did he really summon a demon?
A devil came for him—
…
"Huff—"
Lant suddenly sneezed, but fortunately he took out a handkerchief in time to cover his mouth and nose, thus temporarily preserving the Son of God's elegance and decency.
Machi unscrewed the cork and handed him the kettle, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong, Your Highness? Did you not get enough rest yesterday? Is the schedule too tight and make you tired?"
Lu Yi shook his head, "No, maybe someone is thinking about me..."
He was just switching perspectives as usual and coordinating the progress of both sides from time to time, but who knew that there would be two consecutive sneezes at the beginning.
It was like some ominous sign.
Ma Qi was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "If that's the case, Your Highness, you don't have to do anything else every day. Just sneeze and you're done!"
After all, the Son of God has been walking in an area where the disease is rampant these days. Whether it is the believers who are healed by him or those who are waiting for his healing, they are thinking of him all the time. Isn't it true that someone is thinking of Rant all the time? !
Lu Yi also smiled, but his eyes passed through Machi and fell behind him.
There is the direction of the new victorious empire.
The smile in his eyes faded, and some ominous aura made his light-hearted heart heavy.
Lant's soul was heating up, and the spell that carried the gaze of a god was shining deep in his soul.
Such heat can only mean one thing, that the god who left the mark appeared in the same dimension as him.
Mios.
The gods have come.
But how could Mios suddenly come to the continent of Isaiah?
Why did He come this time?
"Your Highness Lanter?"
"It's okay, keep going."
Lu Yi calmly withdrew his gaze.
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