Marvel With Zanpakuto

Swish!

With just a slight wave, the monstrous flames suddenly extinguished.

'Lord' held a transparent blade, stepped on the shattered ground, and slowly walked towards Wilbur Whatley. The space where he passed trembled and collapsed, and dense black cracks covered every place, as if it would shatter at any time. cracked porcelain.

Wilbur Whatley's mind was blank, his thoughts seemed to be permanently frozen at that moment, indescribable fear spread from the bottom of his heart, and with the chill that was enough to freeze his soul, the hairs on his body exploded instantly!

That's... the breath of death!

Unlike the previous few times, this time Wilbur Whatley felt very real!

"Don't be so vigilant..."

After 'Lord' released his hand, the transparent blade disappeared, and his long and narrow gilded pupils lit up with ridicule, saying: "If you say you only need one knife to kill you, then there will never be a second knife, because my knife ...have already killed you."

"What did you say?!"

Wilbur Whatley felt a shock in his heart, and immediately felt that his thinking was sluggish.

But before it could answer, a clear blood-colored crack suddenly appeared on the top of its head, and then gradually spread downward until it split the whole person in two, split in half, and then hit the ground.

"I shouldn't believe your nonsense..."

Lorde's eyes flickered, and he wondered what he was thinking about. After a long time, he let out a sigh: "It's rare for that guy to let me take a breath. I'm going back so soon. If I knew it earlier, it would be better to look at the sea!"

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Casanova Hotel, ninth floor.

The overall structure here is very different from the previous layers.

They were in an unknown tunnel with thin light, long, narrow and dark. The surrounding walls felt a bit like an underground rock structure, and there were large sphagnum plants growing in the wet crevices.

Not far in front of the tunnel, a faint light could be seen.

Obviously, there is the destination.

Constantine originally wanted to turn his head and ask Nexia, so as to confirm whether it was the place she said, but the environment of this ghost place is similar to the above, the darkness has become almost more intense, and can only be seen dimly. to a blurred figure.

"It's there."

In the darkness, Nexia's voice came.

After receiving the personal confirmation from the Prophet, Constantine finally felt relieved and cast a few blessing spells on himself. Move slowly towards the light source.

Although it looked safe here, Constantine didn't let his guard down.

After all, based on the information collected so far, that Wilbur Whatley is obviously a magician, proficient in and good at dark magic. Weird and scary.

If one accidentally triggers the trap, Nexiako may not be able to save him.

Constantine took every step very carefully. From time to time, he used magic to test whether there were traps in front of him. The traveling efficiency was enough to be called turtle speed.

When I got close to the light source, I realized that it was a quaint wooden door.

After confirming that there were no traps on the wooden door and the curse of black magic left behind, Constance was completely relieved, and then skillfully opened the door with a wire.

The area of ​​the room is not large, only about ten square meters.

A dim electric light hung from the damp, rotting ceiling,

On the wooden table in the middle were some messy manuscripts and several old books that had been turned over. On the left hand side stood a bookcase several meters high. Constantine glanced at it and found that it was full of various books. There are all kinds of magic books, and most of them are lost orphans related to black magic.

"All the secrets are in those manuscripts."

Nexia appeared quietly at some unknown time, raising her finger to the scattered yellowed manuscripts on the table.

"Damn, frighten me!"

Constantine was not frightened enough by her elusiveness. He felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He patted his chest and said with lingering fear: "Next time, please can you not be so sudden, if I hadn't been bold, I would have been scared to death by you!"

Under the dim electric light, Nexia's expression was a little elusive, and there was a hint of scrutiny in her emerald green eyes, and she said meaningfully to Constantine: "There are things you shouldn't see, so don't. Look, do you understand what I'm saying?"

Constantine's face froze: "You... what do you mean by that?"

"Means nothing."

Nexia said lightly: "I just want to remind you that sometimes the so-called 'knowledge' is actually a burden. The more you know, the closer you will be to those things. If you don't want to become Wilbur That kind of lunatic, it's best not to be curious."

Constantine's face was stiff, obviously he was poked into the thoughts in his heart, and said embarrassedly: "I'm not happy to see the hunter, after all those magic books have been lost for a long time, since you won't let me read, then I will Don't look at it."

"Better so."

Nexia smiled and said, "I don't want to kill you with my own hands, so don't force me."

Constantine shuddered, and quickly swore that he would never look at it.

Although it was only for a moment just now, the murderous aura that flashed in the girl's eyes was clearly captured by him, which made him realize deeply that this girl was definitely not joking with him!

Adhering to the principle of the supremacy of life, Constantine decisively abandoned curiosity.

Even if the few lost books describe the most powerful dark magic, it is impossible for his little life to be valuable.

Constantine took a deep breath and stopped paying attention to the lost books on the bookcase. Instead, he walked over to the wooden table, picked up the yellowed manuscripts scattered on it, and said, "It's time to reveal the mystery, let me see this Wilbur Whateley, what secrets are there?"

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Spring 1913, Newcastle.

A golden meteor suddenly fell on the outskirts, and the huge shock wave caused the death of several civilians.

Under the order of His Majesty George VI, I, who was obsessed with magic pharmacy, was responsible for going to Newcastle to investigate the incident. After conducting a series of field surveys, I found that a large area of ​​land was affected by some unknown force, and the vegetation produced abnormal changes. activated, and a very strong vitality was detected from the soil.

During my investigation, I quickly realized that this was a God-given opportunity for me!

The mysterious and unknown power contained in this area can activate not only vegetation and soil, but also humans and animals. I just stayed here for a few days and cured the asthma that was inherited in our family.

Oh god, is that what it feels like to be healthy?

Now I can run for more than ten minutes at a stretch, ride on the back of the strongest horse, and perform actions that I have never imagined before, and even wear knight armor and duel with a knight sword!

All of these are the blessings of that magical land!

Yes, this is mine.

This is the great treasure bestowed upon me by the almighty and merciful Heavenly Father.

I can't let other people know that I have to take this treasure for myself!