A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

"

Gojo Satoru finished his milk tea in one gulp, slammed it down on the table, and exclaimed with great satisfaction.

"Sugar-filled and incredibly satisfying."

"Wu, you're probably the only one who comes to a bar to drink milk tea, right?"

Kenmei Isayama put down his sake cup and rolled his eyes at Gojo Satoru after hearing his words.

Kenmei Isayama was tinkering with gadgets at home when suddenly Satoru Gojo and Natsumi Yuuki called, saying they wanted to celebrate his becoming a Level 1 Spellcaster by having a meal together.

As a result, Gojo Satoru, that disappointing guy, didn't even drink at the bar, Isayama Kenmei mocked.

"Could you drink something that adults drink?"

“Look at Jay, he did a great job. He finished the whole glass of beer in one gulp.”

Xia Youjie, who was pouring wine from the bottle, paused and smiled helplessly.

"It's all because of you, Xianming, that I was corrupted. I used to be a teetotaler."

"Jay, have you ever heard the saying, 'The master leads you through the door, but the practice depends on the individual'?"

Despite saying that, Kenmei Isayama still grabbed the water glass next to him. The water inside immediately turned into solid ice, and he poured the ice into Xia Youjie's wine glass.

Beer at room temperature is like horse urine, but chilled it's like fine liquor; anything not chilled is undrinkable.

“Jay, look at Xianming’s abilities. Isn’t he stronger than your Snow Maiden?”

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru joked to Natsuyu Jie.

Xia Youjie's [Spirit Manipulation Technique] includes a spirit that, like Xiao Ai of Isayama Kenmei, possesses ice-type abilities. Moreover, it is a hypothetical spirit, similar to the Yuki-onna in folk mythology, and its level is not low.

Xia Youjie did not respond to his friend's comment.

You know how to make comparisons, comparing a mindless cursed spirit to a skilled sorcerer.

"If we can't continue as sorcerers, let's open a shaved ice shop. It'll definitely be a huge success."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Gojo Satoru patted Isayama Kenmei on the shoulder and said cheerfully.

"Yeah, I show off a big bowl of it every day, after all, sugar is the most wonderful thing in the world."

"Congratulations again, Xianming, you are now a Level 1 Spellcaster."

"Thank you."

Kenmei Isayama picked up the wine glass that Natsumi Yuuki had refilled for him, clinked it against Gojo Satoru's glass, took a sip, and put it down.

"Wow, Xianming, what are you doing?"

Gojo Satoru was startled.

"Check if you've gained weight from eating so many sweets every day?"

Kenmei Isayama only poked Satoru Gojo's abdomen with his finger, why did he react so strongly?

"You're really something else, eating so many sweets and not gaining weight."

"That's right! Don't you even know who I am?"

Gojo Satoru lifted his shirt to reveal his neatly arranged abdominal muscles—all abs.

Because his technique is very special and requires a lot of mental calculation, sugar, which can bring a lot of energy, is the best partner.

"what happened?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly noticed that Kenmei Isayama's eyes were vacant, which was strange.

"nothing."

Kenmei Isayama recovered from his momentary daze, realizing that many strange fragments had suddenly appeared in his mind.

When he looked at Gojo Satoru's abdomen again, Kenmei Isayama suppressed the disbelief in his heart.

"Was that a psychic vision?"

Visions are small, fleeting moments in the psychic prophecy system, similar to inspirations, and often foretell events that may occur in the future.

He never expected that just glancing at Gojo Satoru's waist would trigger his spiritual vision.

So what exactly did Kenmei Isayama see that made him so serious?

So much so that Gojo Satoru inexplicably felt that his friend's gaze was fierce and strange, and Kenmei felt a chill just from staring at him.

"Wu, you shouldn't rely too much on your 'no limits' techniques."

Even the most invincible techniques have weaknesses.

What determines life or death, victory or defeat, is often just a small mistake by the opponent, or a small breakthrough by oneself.

Isayama Kenmei, with a complex expression, swirled his wine glass and said...

"Multiple openings"

"Use some other defensive, life-saving techniques, otherwise I feel you're in trouble against a strong enemy with your weak arms and legs."

"Hey, Xianming, you're exaggerating."

Gojo Satoru didn't take it too seriously.

"Who do you think I am? I'm Gotō Sō!"

"Besides, don't I still have you all?"

Gojo Satoru chuckled and simultaneously put his arms around Natsumi Yuuki and Isayama Kenmei's shoulders, saying with a grin.

"We are the strongest."

Originally, there were two people who bore the title of the strongest, but now there are three.

Gojo Satoru even felt that with these two friends by his side, he would dare to defy the entire world.

"Um"

Kenmei Isayama would never tell Satoru Gojo that in the vision he saw, not only was there no future for you, but you would also die.

In that future without Natsumi Yuki and Kenmei Isayama, only Gojo Satoru faces a powerful enemy alone. Despite his invincible "No Limit Technique," he suffers a crushing defeat.

The cost of failure is devastating.

Gojo Satoru's battered body was completely torn in two by the enemy. His legs were still upright, but his torn upper body lay completely in a pool of blood, dying in agony.

Gojo Satoru died in battle.

The so-called strongest ended up like this, which is truly regrettable.

He fought alone until the very end, and not a single teammate came to his rescue.

Thinking of that scene made Kenmei Isayama feel uneasy, but wasn't it too unlucky to think about it now at his sorcerer's celebration?

Last time, it was Hirotatsu Natsuyuki who escorted Kenmei Isayama and Satoru Gojo. This time it's his turn.

When Kenmei Isayama transformed Ai back into that seemingly sacred and mighty ice dragon, Satoru Gojo's eyes lit up.

“Jay, look at Xianming’s dragon. Isn’t it much more powerful than your Honglong?”

"Wu, I've put up with you for the second time."

Xianming's strength has improved again. As his friend, Xia Youjie is naturally happy.

However, even Gojo Satoru couldn't stand it when he used this excuse to mock him every time.

Xia Youjie can get angry too, so the two of them showed signs of fighting again.

Isayama Kenmei sat atop the dragon's head, listening to the restless noises coming from the two people behind him, and smiled helplessly.

"You two aren't short of time, are you?"

After sending the two men home, Kenmei Isayama finally arrived at his own home.

Drinking with these two is really tiring, but now is not the time to sleep.

Kenmei Isayama arrived at his workshop, which was already equipped with a very complex system consisting of various glass bottles, including high-temperature incineration equipment, low-temperature cooling towers, centrifuges, and other devices.

The accumulated liquid is dripping continuously from the cooling tube, and about 50 milliliters of red liquid has accumulated in a sealed beaker below.

These liquids seem to contain immense life force, as well as some unknown terror.

The diluted version of the [Blood of Saint Gilles] prepared by Kenmei Isayama was not much before I left, but now it's enough for one dose.

He picked up the beaker and drank it down without hesitation.

Gojo Satoru is dead. I feel like the main characters are doomed. Just look at his Demon-Slaying Chef domain—it's unstoppable.

Chapter 151 The Wings of the Archangel

"boom."

Kenmei Isayama couldn't even hold onto the beaker in his hand and it fell to the ground. Fortunately, it was of good quality and didn't break, but it rolled under the table.

It is said that bitter wine hurts the heart when it enters the throat, let alone this old wine that has been sealed for who knows how many years. Even though it has been diluted, it does not prevent the scarlet liquid from burning hotter than lava when it enters the mouth.

A thick, hot stream carrying a strong, bloody smell rushed down my throat and into my stomach like swallowing a mouthful of razor blades, cutting straight down my esophagus. But the nightmare was far from over; the pain would engulf my entire body.

With a pained expression, he clutched his neck with both hands, and finally, everything went black, and he collapsed to the ground like a beaker, unable to even stand.

Unimaginable pain filled his brain, and all the muscles in his body felt like they were being torn apart. Kenmei Isayama instinctively wanted to induce vomiting, but reason told him that he couldn't do that.

The blood of Saint Gilles is diluted to only three portions, each of which is extremely precious.

Kenmei Isayama could only cover his mouth tightly with his hand, forcing back the nausea. He couldn't speak and could only cough intermittently.

Suddenly, a wave of sleepiness washed over him, and gradually Kenmei Isayama lost consciousness, his heart beating slower and slower.

Kenmei Isayama was plunged into boundless darkness. In his dazed state, he suddenly heard the chaotic sounds of fighting, angry roars, and the cacophony of gunfire and other sharp, piercing noises.

As Kenmei Isayama slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a fragment of the Emperor's statue, a symbol of supreme authority, which had been cut in half by something. The ground was covered with broken debris and the remains of various Space Marines.

The horrific scene caused Kenmei Isayama's pupils to tremble violently; anyone who witnessed such a desecrated, bloody, and realistic battlefield would find it difficult to accept. The scorching smell of burning gunpowder in the air instantly amplified the unimaginable pressure and exhaustion on Kenmei Isayama's nerves.

Moreover, Kenmei Isayama felt a long-lost urge within you to unleash violence, an urge that seemed to overwhelm your mind, causing you to grimace uncontrollably and gasp for breath.

The fire in his heart could not be extinguished; his overwhelming emotions were about to completely engulf his reason.