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Chapter 509 The Devil's Whispers

This statement came out.

The sorcerers inside the New York sanctuary began to curse and swear.

"I knew something was off about me earlier; it turns out it was this guy's ability causing the problem."

"Alright, enough talk. Master Kemirer's Courage Blessing has a limited duration. Everyone be careful and don't let this guy's ability affect you again."

"·····"

As the mages cursed and cheered themselves on, the Witchheart Demon, being pulled by dozens of golden magic whips, first glanced in surprise at the old mage named Kemirer, then looked at the Courage Crystal shining brightly in the sky above the New York Sanctuary, blessing everyone.

"You found out so quickly? Does the old man know my methods very well?"

After saying that, Wu Xinmo's face lit up with a contemptuous smile again: "But do you think you can deal with me with just a worthless Courage Crystal?"

"This...this is underestimating me!"

The moment the words fell, Wu Xinmo's handsome, aloof, and sinister face suddenly blurred for a moment, and a terrifying phantom flashed across his face.

next second.

A pair of scarlet eyes emerged from the phantom.

Black smoke, mixed with the smell of sulfur, continuously poured out from the Demon Heart of Witch, and then, under the influence of some law, condensed into a pitch-black throne beneath him.

The moment that pitch-black throne appeared.

A domain called "Fear" began to expand unchecked, and even the New York Sanctuary, which had a magical barrier, began to distort under the constant impact of that domain.

Upon seeing the pitch-black throne, Archmage Kemirer and all the sanctuary mages present instinctively lowered their heads, seemingly unable to look directly at the increasingly terrifying figure.

Under the influence of the Fear Domain, the figure of the Demonic Heart of Witch seemed to be magnified a thousand times, instantly occupying their vision.

In a daze, everyone felt that the guy on the other side of the portal, bound by dozens of magical chains, was the true ruler of this world.

The fearful lord.

Lord?

With unwavering willpower, Archmage Kemira bit his tongue hard, using the intense pain to shake off the fear that was trying to devour his reason.

"Damn it, what is that pitch-black throne? How did it suddenly enhance this guy's abilities so much?"

Although that pitch-black throne of fear appeared to be formed by the Witchheart Demon using black energy.

However, the experienced Archmage Kemirle immediately recognized it as a real and special item.

It was thanks to the blessing of this special item that the Demon Heart of Witch, who should have been extremely weak after passing through the Earth's barrier, suddenly became so powerful.

"courage?"

"hehe!"

He summoned the Throne of Fear, which he had "accidentally" obtained, and which was also his trump card when he came to the human world.

With his crimson eyes fixed on the Crystal of Courage, teetering on the brink of collapse under the onslaught of fear, the Demon Heart stared at the New York Sanctuary in mid-air. After a disdainful snort, he used the power of the Throne of Fear to utter "The Whisper of the Demon."

"fear!"

The next instant, the Courage Crystal, which emitted a milky white glow and bestowed a halo of courage upon the mages within the New York Sanctuary, was distorted by an invisible force.

The crystal-clear white crystal was directly stained black by a strange force.

Even the aura of courage that was originally meant to bless everyone was corrupted into an aura of fear by the "whispers of the devil".

Suddenly, the two poles reversed.

In an instant, an invisible fear drove away courage, taking hold of the hearts of many mages, making them subconsciously want to escape from this place, to escape that terrifying figure.

Fortunately, most of those chosen by the Ancient One to be sorcerers of the Sanctuary were people of strong will.

Despite their extreme fear, they trembled and struggled to suppress their urge to flee.

but.

Under the influence of that power called fear.

However, the magic they possessed was inevitably affected.

The dozens of golden-red magic whips that had been binding the Demon Heart suddenly became less resilient.

Having realized this, Wu Xinmo certainly wouldn't let this opportunity pass.

He tilted his head back and inhaled sharply, and immediately thick black smoke billowed from the Throne of Fear beneath him.

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"not good."

Upon seeing this, Archmage Kemir's expression changed drastically.

But before he could make a move...

A terrifying figure, seemingly containing all of existence, suddenly appeared on Wu Xinmo's body, then roared to the sky amidst soaring black energy.

"roar!"

Click, click!

As a terrifying power erupted, the golden magic whips, which were already "lacking in strength," shattered inch by inch, turning into countless golden fragments.

At the same time.

A powerful blast of air, carrying thick smoke, swept in all directions in an instant.

【The Wind of Vatum】

At the critical moment, Wang Na, though not tall, stepped forward once again, blocking all the mages.

The shockwave unleashed by the Witchheart Demon collided instantly with the magical storm summoned by [Vatum's Wind].

The storm that erupted instantly obscured everyone's view.

But it also bought some time for the mages in the New York Sanctuary who were affected by fear.

"Well done, Wang."

Inside the New York Sanctuary, James, barely free from the effects of fear, couldn't help but shout upon witnessing this scene.

Before Wang could answer.

Upon hearing this, Archmage Kemirer used his magic to telepathically shout into James's mind, "What are you shouting for? Instead of wasting your time, hurry up and open the barrier inside the sanctuary."

The three holy sites.

It is not only a key node in the barrier protecting the dark side of the earth, but also the crystallization of wisdom researched by countless outstanding mages of the lineage of the Supreme Mage.

It is certainly not as simple as it appears on the surface.

In particular, the New York Sanctuary, which had almost been destroyed in the previous battle, has strengthened its internal defenses after being rebuilt.

Despite the numerous mages currently in the New York Sanctum, they are still at a disadvantage against the Witchheart Demon, who is suppressed by the World Barrier.

He looked extremely disheveled.

But more than that, they were caught off guard by the Witchheart Demon.

If the New York Sanctum were fully prepared, let alone the Witchheart Demon that has just crossed the barrier and is no longer at its peak, even if the Witchheart Demon were at its peak, the New York Sanctum would be able to suppress it with all its might.

This is also why, after the appearance of the Witchheart Demon, he only stood outside the portal and dared not step into the New York Sanctuary.

Although Wu Xinmo was arrogant and looked down on these weak humans from the bottom of his heart, he would not be foolish enough to step into their lair unprepared.

After all, this is the territory that the Supreme Mage lineage has managed for thousands of years. Who knows what kind of dangers it may contain?

Before figuring everything out, Wu Xinmo had no intention of risking his life.

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"Ah, yes!"

James, who was awakened by the "wake-up call" from Archmage Kemirer in his mind, was slightly stunned before he also came to his senses.

He gave his old partner Wang a look.

James quickly ran into the sanctuary.

"Trying to activate the barrier? Heh, that won't do."

"Although some of you disciples of the Ancient One are useless, I must say that you are quite skilled in the study of barriers. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to hold off that old guy for so long."

Before James could run more than a few steps...

A “devil’s whisper” suddenly rang in his ears.

"confusion!"

The next second, James, who was sprinting towards the depths of the New York Sanctuary, suddenly started running around inexplicably.

Suddenly to the left;

Suddenly to the right;

Suddenly he went upstairs;

But after climbing only halfway up the stairs, he jumped up again.

Even as he ran faster and faster, and even as magic circles appeared beneath his feet, leaving afterimages, he strangely found himself moving further and further away from the New York Sanctuary.

"hehe!"

At that moment, the Witchheart Demon, who had somehow ended up leaning against the Throne of Fear with his legs crossed and legs tucked behind his back, grinned and revealed a smile.

Upon seeing this, Archmage Kemir immediately abandoned his original plan.

While James was drawing the attention of the Witchheart Demon.

Archmage Kemirer slammed his hands into the void in front of him, instantly summoning another [Bosat's Lightning].

He slashed at the Witchheart Demon, which was faintly visible amidst the raging wind.

This time, however, Archmage Kemir didn't even care whether the [Lightning of Bosat] struck or not, and roared at the king and several other mages who had broken free from their fear.

Let them entangle the Witchheart Demon, buying yourself some time.

Archmage Kemir then bit his index finger.

Using his own blood as a catalyst, he drew a blood curse in the void that was forbidden by Kamar-Taj.

"With my thoughts as the guide, with my blood as the pact..."

"To sacrifice myself..."

Grand Master Kemir had only chanted two incantations when the blood seeping from his index finger drew a crimson magic circle in the void.

The moment the magic circle took shape, a strange and ominous aura quickly spread throughout the New York Sanctuary.

The eerie blood-red light even cast an ominous aura over the entire New York Sanctuary.

"This pattern, this incantation..."

The king, who had been in charge of the Kamar-Taj Library for many years, recognized almost instantly what spell the Archmage Kamil was chanting.

Upon recognizing the incantation, Wang's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "Grand Mage Kemirer, are you insane? This spell will kill you!"

As he spoke, the king tried to go up and stop Archmage Kemir.

The reason why the Sorcerer Supreme forbade the blood curse prepared by Archmage Kemir was not because it was particularly evil or powerful.

Rather, it's because the price to pay for using this blood curse is the caster's life.

That's why.

In the post-transcendental era, when the extraordinary is hidden and mythology is obscured.

That's why the Sorcerer Supreme listed this life-threatening spell, which was once a must-have for everyone in Kamar-Taj, as a forbidden spell.

Although it was forbidden by the Ancient One and placed deep within the library, the older generation of Kamar-Taj sorcerers were still very familiar with this blood curse.

At least.

Archmage Kemir was no stranger to this blood curse.

"Your Majesty, do not disturb Kemir, nor betray his resolve."

Pulling back the queen who was trying to stop Kemirer, another elderly mage laughed and said, "We old folks don't have many years left to live. If we can kill a powerful hell lord like the Heart Demon before we die, and solve a big problem for Earth, then even if we die, we'll have something to brag about when we meet those old friends who died young."

"However, we can't let Kemirer steal the show. Let me lend him a hand!"

talking.

The equally aged archmage unleashed a surge of magical power, swiftly summoning a crimson magic circle on his hand using his slingshot.

【The Crimson Chains of Cytorak】

next second.

A dark red chain pierced through the sky, hurtling towards the Witchheart Demon who had just dodged the [Bosat's Lightning].

After sensing the aura emanating from Archmage Kemirer that made even him feel uneasy, the Demonic Heart of Witch had no interest in being bound by the chains of those mages again at this moment.

He slammed his hand on the Throne of Fear.

The void around the Throne of Fear rippled instantly.

The ripples that spread through the void seemed to stretch the space between the [Cytorak's Crimson Chains] and the Witchheart Demon.

The speed of the [Cathorak's Crimson Chains] that were hurtling through the air was reduced significantly.

Take advantage of this space.

The Throne of Terror beneath the Demonic Witch flashed in the black smoke, and the Demonic Witch appeared in another location.

However, just when Wu Xinmo thought he had avoided the crimson chains, a rattling sound from the swaying of the chains suddenly rang in his ears.

Ok.

Upon hearing this voice, Wu Xinmo frowned.

Supported by the Throne of Fear, the Warlock once again evaded the Crimson Chains of Cytorak. As the Crimson Chains turned back in mid-air and attacked him again, a cold, sharp light flashed in his scarlet eyes.

The Shackles of Fear

With a flick of his finger, the Demonic Heart of Witchcraft pointed, and from the Throne of Fear beneath him, seven or eight pitch-black chains, exuding an aura of terror and inspiring awe, shot forth.

next second.

Two jet-black chains of fear then wrapped around the crimson chains, arriving first.

The remaining six jet-black chains, like giant black pythons, passed through the portal and headed towards the old mage, Rolling Mountain, who had made him uneasy inside the New York Sanctum.

【The Wind of Vatum】

【The Wind of Vatum】

【The Wind of Vatum】

The instant those dark, terrifying chains passed through the portal.

Several mages who regained consciousness summoned [Vatum's Wind] in an attempt to flip the chains of fear back.

However, unlike the previous black arrow-like spell, the Shackles of Fear are clearly not something that magic like [Vatum's Wind] can blow away.

It rampaged through the gale, smashing through the wind barrier erected by [Vatum Wind].

The six chains of fear continued their relentless attack on Archmage Kemirer, who was rapidly chanting the blood curse.

(End of this chapter)