Spell Return: The Wheel of Time

Chapter 81 Temporary Peace

Joral's orders had no effect. Bullets and explosions had no effect on the demon. Whenever the flames and smoke dissipated, he was always unscathed.

Whenever he teleported to the warship, something invisible would sink the warship. Only after he put on the special glasses provided above did he see the means of attacking the warship.

It was a purple light with only remaining traces. Every time it flashed away, it would tear apart the hull of the ship and the seawater below without any hindrance.

Just the huge waves caused by the evaporated seawater being filled were terrifying, but Joral no longer had the intention to pay attention to these, his heart was already cold.

41 seconds.

If accurate, it can be accurate to milliseconds. The fleet under Joral's charge was completely destroyed except for the mothership he was on.

He and other soldiers on the ship all fell into despair, and many soldiers had begun to kneel down and pray to God.

Jolar's eyes were dazzled, and a figure appeared in front of him. It was a tall man with white hair. Although there were some differences in aesthetics, he had to admit that the other person was an extremely dazzling person.

But all of this was overshadowed by the other person's eyes, which were more beautiful and vast than the ocean and the blue sky.

Joral recalled the gems he had seen, but found that none of them could compare with it, and even the most dazzling gems would be eclipsed in front of it.

"Are you the general manager here?"

A cold voice sounded, which was in very standard English. Joral watched the god-like figure walking towards him. When he finally came to his senses, he ordered hoarsely: "Fire!"

The surrounding soldiers raised their guns and sprayed out deadly tongues of fire. A torrent of bullets poured out, but most of the bullets stayed around the demon, forming a "shell" wrapped in bullets.

"Oh, God……"

Some soldiers muttered to themselves that they had forgotten what to do next, and then the bullet casings suddenly scattered around with a "crash", and then the unharmed figure of the devil appeared in front of them again.

Gojo Satoru raised his steps again and walked towards Joral. This time the soldiers had lost the desire to fight. The scene in front of them was beyond their understanding, or in their eyes they no longer knew what it was understood to be.

These soldiers who did not know the inside story at all had lost the will to fight in excessive fear, especially those who had witnessed the scene of this "demon" destroying other warships.

The God they called for never showed up. Instead, Satan came, bringing destruction.

Joral was gripped by fear, but had to fight back under the threat of death. At this moment, he returned to his peak speed.

The pistol at his waist was drawn out in an instant. It was already the most lethal weapon on his body.

As he pulled the trigger tightly, the successive gunshots were deafening, but in Joral's desperate roar, the orange bullets all hovered in front of those blue eyes.

As the warhead fell on the ship's board with a crisp sound, Joral was easily grasped by a hand around his neck. He was already high in the sky amidst the howling wind.

"no no!"

He once again noticed the dazzling purple light rising through his glasses and let out a final desperate roar, but no matter what begging for mercy or other words, the man still turned a deaf ear.

In the end, just in his dead eyes, the last mothership was slowly sunk. Looking at the surviving soldiers who were trying to escape and floating like ants in the sea, Joral murmured to himself feebly: "What exactly do you want to do..."

"This is all for peace...don't be afraid, you won't feel the pain soon."

Before Joral's thoughts could turn around, as soon as the doubtful thoughts arose, everything about him suddenly disappeared.

A mutilated object fell from a high altitude, causing only a negligible splash. Gojo Satoru in the air looked into the distance, and then disappeared again.

……

Although the deterrence plan is completed by one person, it does not mean that others are idle.

The official side even had to rescue the surviving soldiers who fell into the water. Of course, they had to control them after they were rescued.

Speaking of which, we have to thank Merican for interfering with this sea area. Their area near the coast has been greatly affected. In addition, the high-level officials also deliberately controlled it. The people did not even know that a fleet was buried there forever. A piece of sea area.

Representatives from all walks of life in the conjuring world are now gathered at the Tokyo Conjuring College. The waiting time is actually very short, but it seems particularly long in the complex psychological activities of everyone.

Finally, amid the sound of footsteps, Gojo Satoru, who had left and returned, appeared at the door. Facing the people with different expressions, he showed a confident smile.

"Success!"

Then everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the only official representative wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The strong behavior of the magic community this time deviated from the official plan to some extent, but they could not stop it.

There are a lot of intertwining between the two sides, and sometimes it is even difficult to determine whether some magicians are official forces or people in the magic world.

Moreover, they relied on the conjurer to solve this crisis, and in the end they had no choice but to let the conjurer take action, while they could only finish the aftermath and wait for the results in fear.

Fortunately, the current situation is just as planned, and peace has been achieved on the surface. They all saw the destruction of the Merican fleet, and they could only sigh again at the power of Gojo Satoru.

The next step was the intervention of official forces. Those rescued Merican soldiers had to be returned to the other party, and of course they had to be smoothed after giving them a hard slap on the face.

After all, the purpose here is peace, not provoking a war. After demonstrating their strength and demonstrating their lethality that could threaten their foundation to some extent, a preliminary peace was reached.

When your neighbor suspects you have a weapon of mass destruction, you better have one and show it when he barks.

At this time, he will be able to re-examine the status of both parties before he is willing to talk to you seriously.

In the magic world, under the leadership of Gojo Satoru and others, the conservatives represented by Zenyuan and Kamo also had to make some concessions, and each produced some irrelevant things to prepare for possible next-step communication. chips.

Of course, Jackal would not let go of this piece of fat so easily, but although Neon ranked high in the world, it was still not enough to compete with Merican.

When force cannot satisfy their desires, economic and other sanctions will come. In the face of this epoch-making "discovery", there is no doubt about the determination of the other side. How long the country can last and how much losses it will suffer are all matters. A headache.

So a new plan was put forward, that is, "cooperation". Foreign magicians rarely have the structure of a large organization, and most of them are organized into associations.Even many of them are just passed down from masters, apprentices, and families. In terms of inheritance, they are really not as good as these old things that look a bit rotten.

Although curses have gradually declined since the Heian period and reached their lowest point in modern times, there have been changes since the birth of the Godson of the Gojo family. However, these long-standing families have actually had their presence in the transition of power.

Even after breaking away from their identity as magicians, they still have a lot of energy, not to mention that they have been born as magicians for generations, so most of their things have been preserved.

This is obviously more than what can be obtained from those "wild" magicians who are exploring themselves, so this plan is intended to use some irrelevant knowledge as a bargaining chip to stabilize the opponent.

After they deeply understand the essence of spells, they will not be so fanatical. In this regard, the great writer Mr. Lu Xun was right. With the previous requirement to cut off their roots, this thing seems to be nothing in comparison. !

After that, the situation suddenly turned sharply. The two sides who were originally tense suddenly sat down and started peace talks, and there was even a trend of cooperation.

This shocked many forces who were confused and knew something. Although they could not see the specific situation, the disappearance of a fleet could not be hidden from some big countries.

It was true that Merican was so thick-skinned that he was able to chat with a smile on the face of someone who had wiped out his entire fleet in the blink of an eye.

Those outrageous demands have also been restrained a lot, and the foreign magicians stranded in Neon have naturally fallen into the hands of Merican. It is unknown what the result will be.

……

"fuxk..."

Various words popped out of the mouth of the middle-aged man in a suit. As the apparent national leader of America, Palmer naturally played an important role in this operation.

At the same time, he is also one of the planners, which is why he now uses anger to try to cover up emotions such as fear.

Whenever he recalled the day when he received a report from his subordinates like Ru Sang Kao and that the fleet sent to Neon was destroyed by an unknown attack, he almost thought that some opponent had intervened in the matter to provoke a war.

But the report also said that it was not attacked by other countries, but was destroyed by a person flying in the air.

Palmer immediately cursed. Are those idiots on the front line getting up to get high?Did some superman do it with heat vision?

But after describing it in detail, he remembered what the weird man mentioned. The strongest "spell master" seemed to be called Gojo...

But when Palmer heard this for the first time, he was still a little unbelievable. The man and woman who called themselves curse masters who came to their door that day and wanted to cooperate with them proposed to compete with their soldiers.

Although dozens of their soldiers were finally defeated in a brutal manner, and their methods were extremely weird and unreasonable, he still didn't think so. After all, it was a fleet. Looking at this planet, there is no country that can possess such force. How many can there be? Its power is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

So when someone suddenly told him that this fleet was destroyed by one person alone, he would naturally have doubts.

But as a qualified politician, he immediately summoned other heavyweights. After all, such intelligence came from the front line, which meant that something unexpected would happen no matter what.

However, before anyone else arrived, the irritable Palmer suddenly saw a figure appear in the house while pacing.

With his heart beating wildly, he did not immediately call out to the guard. The other party's striking appearance matched the information in his memory. He was the so-called strongest magician...

The head in the opponent's hand looked very familiar. After it was placed on the table in front of him, Palmer recognized it at a glance. It was the person in charge of this operation-Joral.

The frozen face on the table also conveyed the fear on it to Palmer. It must be known that less than 10 minutes had passed since he received the intelligence and issued the order. How did the other party come from there and break through the guards?

Then, after suppressing all kinds of emotions, and seeing that the other person did not choose to kill him, Palmer began to test the other person with words, but he did not gain anything from the white-haired man's reticence.

Until all the important level participants of this incident arrived here, and the detailed information from the fleet was also transmitted back.

Everyone present looked at the strange situation, which made the conference room silent for a while. These big shots looked at Joral's face on the table, and they all thought of one thing.

That is, the individual with this power is now in front of them, and for them who are in the same room with him now, life and death are actually only between the former's thoughts.

The destructive power is not scary. What is scary is that this power is in the hands of an individual, and judging from the current intelligence and the information provided by the two curse masters.

I am afraid that none of the existing weapons that can be used regularly can do anything to this person. The big shots who were forced to sit in front of the table could only negotiate with the white-haired man opposite.

Even now, when Palmer recalled the scene at that time, various emotions surged up. Just as he was thinking about many things, there was a sudden knock on the door of this room.

Then the door made of precious wood was pushed open, and a laugh came in: "Mr. President..."

"It's you!"

Palmer frowned and suppressed the emotions caused by the other party using the same unknown method to bypass the guards outside.

He said calmly: "What are you doing here again?"

Xia Youjie sat on the sofa minding his own business, looking at Palmer with a meaningful smile on his face: "I have heard about what happened before. Mr. President, I told you how powerful they are. Bar?"

Palmer narrowed his eyes. The other party had indeed told them that there were very strong people among the magicians, but who would have thought that it would reach this level?
Thinking of this, the danger rating of the person in front of him also increased a lot.

"Mr. President, you have to understand one thing, that is, our goals are similar. This time I have a plan that I need to cooperate with you..."

Palmer was thinking quickly in his mind, and just responded casually: "You say it."

Xia Youjie's smile grew deeper: "Do you still remember the nature of the curse? Mr. President."

"People's negative emotions give rise to curses. This is because ordinary people cannot see the curse. What would happen if ordinary people knew about the existence of the curse?"

Palmer's eyes narrowed: "You want to spread the existence of the curse? This is impossible!"

Based on the fact that everything the other party said was close to the truth, Palmer could imagine the terrifying future that would happen after ordinary people confirmed the true existence of the curse.

Especially now in the Internet age, information spreads too fast. He wants to hold the key to this new era, but he doesn't want to burn himself to death.

Xia Youjie shook his head and signaled to Palmer to calm down: "Of course I'm not that crazy. What I mean is that if this scene were to be realized in a 'closed' place, for example..."

(End of this chapter)