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Chapter 511 Clash of Crimson and Fear

Beneath the frost-covered Shield of Seraphim, Archmage Kemir did not respond to his old friend's words, but instead accelerated the chanting of the final chapter of the Blood Curse.

"...The Crimson Sword..."

"...Approaching!"

As the last incantation of the Blood Curse was uttered.

A vast will suddenly descended, following the incantation formed by the blood curse.

The moment that majestic will descended, time, space, and everything else froze before it.

In the void, that vast will traversed through dimension after dimension, finally landing on the Archmage Kemirer, who had sacrificed himself.

In this frozen space and time, a silent sigh seemed to echo.

"A disciple of Vishanti?"

"Since you have already offered your sacrifice, then according to the ancient covenant... I will lend you my power!"

Ding!

A thought fell.

The blood curse in front of Archmage Kemir was instantly activated by a mysterious will. At the same time, power from the Crimson Dimension, using the runes of the blood curse as a beacon, passed directly through dimension after dimension and landed on runes that exuded an ominous aura.

Inside the New York Sanctuary.

Apart from Archmage Kemirer, who sacrificed himself and vaguely sensed something, neither the other mages nor the Wind Demon imprisoned by the void chains knew that in that instant, a great will suddenly descended.

And then... quietly left.

And after gaining the approval of that great will.

Archmage Kemirer's crimson runes suddenly transformed into a scarlet sword exuding an ominous aura.

The moment the Crimson Sword took shape.

Archmage Kemirer's flesh and blood were directly extracted by the crimson sword, leaving him as a dried-up corpse.

After being activated by the essence of the flesh and blood of Archmage Kemirer.

The small crimson sword, directly following the spiritual will of Archmage Kemirer that had been drawn into the crimson sword, pierced through the [Seraphim Shield].

In the blink of an eye.

A streak of crimson light pierced through the wind demon bound by void chains, then passed straight through the still-open portal, heading towards the witch heart demon that had already fled into the distance.

Archmage Kemirer's target was never the "minor character" Wind Demon; from beginning to end, his will was firmly locked onto that terrifying Witchheart Demon.

Therefore, after incidentally piercing the core of the Wind Demon's soul, Archmage Kemirer's already fading will continued to wield the Crimson Sword without hesitation, charging towards the fleeing Witchheart Demon.

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"Snap!"

After the afterimage trail left by the Crimson Sword disappeared, fine, crimson cracks suddenly appeared on the demonic body of the Wind Demon, whose soul core had been pierced by the Crimson Sword.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, the Wind Demon, which had been ravaging the New York Sanctuary just seconds before, was instantly reduced to ashes by the power of the Crimson Sword with a "bang".

Then it drifted away with the wind...

"Damn it!"

"That beast got off too easily."

The pale-faced king, drained of the last drop of magic from his body, emerged from the frozen Seraphim Shield and coldly snorted at the pile of ashes drifting away in the air.

James, who had been frightened and jumped around by the "Confusion Spell" cast by the Witchheart Demon, walked up to the king with a somewhat unpleasant expression and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Archmage Kemirer..."

Upon hearing this, the already pale-faced king looked even more ashen.

But before he could speak...

Since the New York Sanctum was destroyed once, several senior mages who had specially left Kamar-Taj to guard the New York Sanctum said in a deep voice, "Alright, stop making that face."

"Like I said before, we old guys who don't have many years left to live can fight to the death against a demon lord who has secretly infiltrated Earth before we die. Even if we die on the spot, we can die with a smile on our faces."

Speaking of it.

A pale-faced, white-bearded mage staggered out from the depths of the New York Temple, sighing with frustration as he walked, "What a pity, that little devil, Heartwren, was too cunning. If he hadn't run away, and we could have killed him, Kemirer would be laughing his head off."

As he spoke, he glanced at the crimson sword streaking through the air behind the portal and the afterimage it left behind, and murmured, "I wonder if Kemirer will still be able to catch that cunning little devil."

This pale-faced, white-bearded mage was the same sanctuary mage who had just activated over a dozen magic arrays deep within the sanctuary, imprisoning the arrogant Wind Demon in mid-air and turning him into a live target.

They hadn't walked more than a few steps.

He slumped down on a nearby step, panting heavily.

"Sigh, I'm getting old, getting old. If I were a few years younger, I could have discovered that Wind Demon sooner. That way, those guys wouldn't have had to die such a miserable death."

"Just a few seconds more, just a few seconds more... and they wouldn't have died!"

Seeing the dejected old man, the other gray-bearded old men stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

Don't be fooled by the old guy's unusually domineering speech after activating the magic circle, as if he didn't activate the magic circle in the New York Sanctuary just to lure the witch demon into a trap.

But in reality, activating so many magic arrays at once is not so easy.

Those sanctuary mages present who had activated those magic arrays knew very well that the cost of activating those dozen or so magic arrays by himself in one go was probably enough to take half his life if he had done it himself.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Whitebearded Mage is only trembling and panting heavily now; he'll probably have to go back to Kamar-Taj to recuperate after this battle.

As for what he just said.

Besides reminding the Witchheart Demon that it had secretly escaped, the main purpose was to bolster its strength and prevent the New York Sanctum from being attacked by the other demons brought by the Witchheart Demon.

Ha ha.

Besides the Witchheart Demon, there was more than just the Wind Demon demon lord on the other side of the portal.

only.

The Wind Demon was captured "easily". After the Witch Heart Demon fled when the situation turned bad, the other demons, unsure of the true strength of the New York Sanctuary, scattered out of fear.

otherwise.

They still have a lot to do now.

After catching his breath, the white-bearded old mage, supported by two young mages, shakily stood up from the ground and addressed the crowd in the sanctuary.

"Let's go, take me to see Kemirer one last time."

When those old monks went to see Kemirer's body for the last time.

Aside from leaving a portal to observe the final outcome of the crimson sword.

The portals that were previously opened to deal with the Witchheart Demon have all been deactivated by the king.

Even for the remaining portal, Wang had the remaining mages set up layer upon layer of seals to prevent the tragedy of the Amost mage from happening again.

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the other side.

The crimson sword that passed through the portal sped away, leaving a trail of afterimages.

Having quietly fled several miles and thinking he was safe, Wu Xinmo felt a chilling aura coming from behind him.

His expression changed, and he suddenly unleashed a speed far exceeding that of humans, leaving a trail of afterimages as he raced desperately across the barren yellow earth of Texas.

Even though the Demon of the Heart of Witch tried her best to increase her speed, she could not widen the distance between herself and the Crimson Sword. Instead, the Crimson Sword, which came flying through the air, quickly closed the distance between them.

"snort!"

There was no way to escape.

Wu Xinmo turned around and pointed at the crimson sword that was tearing through the air.

【confusion】

next second.

A near-rule-like "demon's whisper" directly affected the Crimson Sword, attempting to change its direction.

"Buzz!"

Faced with the Demonic Heart's counterattack, the Crimson Sword trembled slightly, directly shattering the "weak" power of the "Demon's Whisper" rules.

Even its lightning-fast speed increased dramatically once again.

"Fuck."

With his attack failing, the Demonic Heart of Witch had no time to mount an effective counterattack against that extreme speed.

At the critical moment.

Suddenly, a chill ran through him. As if facing a life-or-death crisis, the Demonic Heart of Witch had no time to think and could only instinctively summon the mysterious Throne of Fear to shield himself.

next second.

Under the fading remnants of Archmage Kemirer, the unassuming crimson sword collided directly with the pitch-black Throne of Fear that the Witchheart Demon had just summoned.

"boom!"

The fleeting moment when ominous crimson collides with terrifying pitch black.

Under a clear blue sky, a deafening roar suddenly erupted, instantly causing the world to lose its color!

Click!

A loud explosion rang out in the clear sky, and in an instant, it seemed as if the heavens and earth were shaking, and even the void itself was shattering!

The clear blue sky, which had previously held a few white clouds, suddenly became covered with dark clouds and a howling wind blew!

Two terrifying orbs of light, one red and one black, collided and clashed violently, seemingly tearing everything apart, even shattering the void itself.

The ground within a radius of a kilometer collapsed under this terrifying impact, forming a huge crater.

The terrifying shockwave that followed quickly spread in all directions.

Smash all obstacles in your way.

The ruins of the village that was once called Fister vanished instantly under this terrifying impact.

The shockwave, like that of a miniature nuclear explosion, swept across the area.

It made the whole world tremble.

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In the New York Sanctuary.

After seeing the terrifying explosion that rose at the end of their line of sight, an explosion that made the heavens and earth change color.

The king's pupils contracted, never expecting that the power of Archmage Kemirer's blood curse, which sacrificed himself, would be so fierce.

At this moment, he seemed to understand why the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj hundreds of years ago all possessed a set of this blood curse, which required sacrificing their own lives, as an essential trump card.

For no other reason than that.

With such terrifying power, if death is unavoidable, the king would be willing to use this move to trade his life for the enemy's!

Of course, this is on the premise that the other party is willing to give you the long wind-up time before the blood curse is cast.

A thought flashed through his mind—whether he should secretly go to the library to look at the blood curse—before snapping back to reality, the king abruptly turned around and shouted at the mage maintaining the last teleportation portal:

"Quickly, remove the portal!"

In fact, even without Wang Fengfu's intervention, the mage, sensing the impending danger from the terrifying wave of energy approaching, quickly canceled the teleportation portal.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The golden-red portal shrank rapidly, disappearing into the void before the terrifying shockwave could even get close.

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the other side.

Inside the Tri-Wing Building.

Since the dimensional portal was detected, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been increasing its manpower to monitor this once-forgotten area.

That's why.

Immediately after the horrific explosion, S.H.I.E.L.D. detected the terrifying energy level at the scene.

"Supervisor, the energy level at the explosion's epicenter is still rising; it's now at level seven..."

The female agent, who was reporting to the bald supervisor who had just arrived, glanced at the screen and immediately changed her tune: "No, it's already level eight."

Level 8.

We have officially entered the energy level range produced by nuclear explosions.

Realizing what this number represented, the bald manager's face darkened. "Are these monsters, who-knows-where, trying to provoke us?"

"No, this is not a protest."

At that moment, a male agent wearing headphones walked quickly over and said, "Before this explosion, satellites detected those monsters that came out of the space tunnel, and they seemed to be fighting with someone."

talking.

He quickly walked to a computer next to him and started typing away on the keyboard.

soon.

Several blurry screenshots appeared on the computer screen.

Among those screenshots that were deliberately enlarged.

One after another, golden-red ropes resembling energy whips shot out from several golden-red portals, tightly binding the Witchheart Demon that was surrounded within them.

I deliberately zoomed in on one of the gold and red portals.

The male agent wearing headphones said, "Based on the comparison, this golden-red halo is very similar to a spell called 'teleportation' that is said to be used by mages who are protecting the Earth, as recorded in our database."

"These portals appeared shortly after those monsters appeared."

"We suspect that the mages discovered the arrival of these guys and clashed with them."

"And this explosion was caused by their battle."

After listening to the man with headphones' analysis, the bald manager sneered, "Mages who protect the Earth? If they could really protect the Earth, the Battle of New York and the Tokyo Massacre wouldn't have happened."

"Compared to those sorcerers hiding in who-knows-where, we, S.H.I.E.L.D., are the true protectors of Earth."

After snorting coldly, the bald manager looked at the magnified face of Wu Xinmo on the computer screen and said in a chilling voice, "Tell the fighter jets we sent out that once they spot the guy in this photo, they should immediately send missiles at him and let him know who the master of the earth is."

(End of this chapter)