Chapter 535: Breaking The Cycle

Chapter 535: Breaking The Cycle

"I still don't understand. If it really is as you said, Wilbur is looping the death of these people infinitely. How does he control time?" Constantine asked.

"Even if he has practiced black magic, if he wants to use such a magic, the price and the backlash he has to pay. As far as I know, in the past few hundred years, only Sorcerer Supreme can do it."

"Sorcerer Supreme has the inheritance of the dimensional mountain Emperor and is in charge of countless treasures. It is not surprising that she can do it. But how can this British noble do it?"

"Indeed."

Hearing this, Lod sighed and said, "I am also very curious as to why he could do it." Discover new chapters at novelhall.com

Control time was a forbidden spell among magic. Even the Kamar Taj bloodline, which had the inheritance of white magic and the protection of the three gods, had strict rules for this magic. Sorcerer Supreme would have to pay a serious price, let alone this Wilbur, who was just an English noble?

Magic was not free.

No matter how insignificant the effect of any magic was, it would still require a corresponding price. This was the absolute iron law of the magic world, and even Sorcerer Supreme could not go against it.

Magic was like a loan relationship. Mages could use specific gestures and incantations to contact the existences of other dimensions and borrow the corresponding power from them. No matter how strong or weak this power was, they would have to pay it back after the spell was cast.

With every spell cast, the body would suffer a backlash. According to the strength of the spell, the strength of the backlash would also change. The only way to solve this backlash was to devour those disgusting magical creatures.

Even if it was Kamar Taj, who mainly used white magic, borrowing from the three dimensional mountain Emperors, he would still have to pay a different price.

And some extremely powerful black magic originated from those terrifying dimensional devil gods. It required the negative energy of humans, and it also had to be very strong. For example, offering sacrifices to his loved ones and friends.

Therefore, Constantine rarely used magic. On one hand, it was because of the rules he had set. On the other hand, it was because of this price. Sometimes, he would rather die than eat those disgusting magic creatures.

According to the clues he had gathered now, Constantine was almost certain that this was an extremely large and powerful black magic. However, he did not know which dimensional devil god it came from.

Then the problem came.

A mere noble from the upper class of the UK had neither orthodox magic inheritance nor treasures that could resist the backlash and cost. How did he display such a powerful black magic?

"He... does not need to pay the price."

Nexia was silent for a moment, her eyes flashing with a touch of hidden disgust. She said, "Forgive me for not being able to tell you the reason, but please believe me. This is the truth."

There was no need to pay the price or bear the backlash, yet he was able to use an absolute loop spell that had such a large area and could freely control time?

Constantine's eyes were like copper bells as he powerlessly opened his mouth. He wanted to refute that it was impossible, but when the words reached his mouth, he swallowed them back.

As the pointer overlapped again and pointed to the number twelve, a deep and dull bell rang in the hall. The things around them became blurry, and a strong sense of distortion and dizziness gradually spread from the bottom of his heart to his mind.

Time was going to repeat again!

But this time, Lod, who had been observing the surroundings, suddenly narrowed his eyes into a thin line, and a terrifying light appeared in his eyes. As if he had discovered something, he took a step forward and pulled out zanpakuto from his waist.

Clang -

Constantine, who was in the distorted space, suddenly felt a burst of Spiritual Power, like a stormy wave, unstoppable, and an extremely dazzling silver cold light suddenly cut off the chaotic hollow space!

"Ikorose, Shinso!"

The boiling Spiritual Power suddenly gathered, and then turned into a dazzling light, bursting with extremely sharp sword qi, tearing the space in front of them!

The floor and long table in the banquet hall were divided into two by this sword light, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror, as if it was originally like this.

Constantine raised his head and looked in the direction of sword's body. He found that the target of Lod's attack was the clock embedded in the wall of the white relief sculpture facing the door.

Kacha.

A huge crack spread from the surface of the clock, and then more and more cracks appeared, covering the entire dark red clock.

"Time. There is no repeat!"

Constantine looked around and suddenly realized that the time cycle of the entire hotel seemed to have been destroyed!

But before he could be happy, the entire banquet hall suddenly shook. The crystal lamp above his head shook wildly, and the slender chains attached to the lamp emitted a heart-palpitating sound.

The vibration lasted for about ten seconds. The crystal lamp finally could not withstand it. One by one, it fell to the ground and shattered into crystal dregs. As the only source of light disappeared, the entire hall suddenly became pitch-black, and it could not be seen with one hand.

All of a sudden!

Constantine felt his vision go black. Something flashed by, but the speed was too fast and the light was not enough, so he could not see the shape clearly.

But he was sure that the thing that flashed by was definitely a living creature!

Because..

In this dark space, he could clearly hear the fourth aura besides the three of them!