The Northern Sword God
The Holy War began
"Do you have any updates regarding the Holy War? A Fey witch asked her friend who was also a witch. The two men sat down to eat and drink breakfast at the Istana Kelelatan store, west of the Land of Sheath.
The food in front of them was in fact just a distraction, while the main one in the conversation was the Sacred War of the Dragon Relic. Two Fey race witches, just like the other witches, were waiting for news of anyone Heroic Spirit who would fight alongside their master in the holy war.
For them, watching a fight involving powerful magic and spirit servants enslaved by the master.. Making all those who are struggling in the path of magic cultivation, feel the adrenaline rising in themselves, also with the heart beating fast in the chest. How not? The spirit control techniques that powerful masters use will be a clue to them - witches - for reference to becoming even more powerful witches.
Also in the eyes of all magicians, it is not easy to become a great figure, the master - who is pointed out by the Dragon Relic directly, Through the Order Spell in hand, through the Order Spell in hand, can call the spirit of mitology to be made a servant.
"I heard someone from our Fey race has managed to summon a Berserker-class hero spirit !"
"really? That means that the war will start. Then why are we still sitting around relaxing in this place to eat? Let's hurry to the Endless Desert. I don't want to miss seeing that rare show !"
The two left the diner in a hurry. When the two arrived at the dock where dozens of small boats were usually seen crossing people across, where the gate entered the Unshielded Desert, now empty. Only hundreds of people were agitated waiting for the arrival of the next ship on the dock. The two of them instantly became surprised.
"What's? Thousands of people like this, still waiting for the ship from across comes and will transport us?" pekik Fey the witch who was with her friend from the cat ate.
"We will be late to see the show" his friend replied regretfully.
Then in the midst of the turmoil of the witches, suddenly they saw a witch or magus cast a spell magecraft, which changed the kertasi origami in the form of ships, ship, turned into a large and able to accommodate about five witches in it, then the witch and magus summoned the wind from the paper ship, commanding the wind blow their ships sailing across to the next land.
"Isn't this an interesting idea?"
Then one by one the Magus and the Witch began to imitate, making ships of origami paper in their pockets, and turning them into paper vessels that housed several people at once.
Now the lake changed its scenery, no longer with the view of the transport ships that usually cross the magician, but now seen colorful paper ships that drove fast, when the magus magician summoned the wind and brought the paper ship to the plain next door.
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The sun not to mention the heat illuminating the whitish sandy desert. The air still left a chill, a remnant of frost the night before in the Brinkless Desert.
The air and air in the desert are extreme. During the day it stings like being able to burn human skin, but it will turn extreme cold to the extent that it is able to freeze the blood of even living creatures.
Although the sun was not yet scorching and had the ability to bake anything on the dry sand, yet thousands of humans - fey - dark elves and imps who had come across the endless Desert, were, the average person wears white clothes just in case. The white color is very potent to reflect the sun's sting - it is the theory of witches.
Thousands of magicians of various races were noisily discussing with each other the masters who had been at the location of the Endless Desert, sitting on stages (there are seven stages) separate from each other - who write the names of their spirit classes in large letters :
"Master Assassin (killer), Caster (witch), Rider (rider), Saber (sword expert), Lancer (spear expert), Archer and Berserker (brutal berserker)".
On one of the stages it says "Master Saber". Around the stage were many banners fluttering, displaying striking colors, seen standing haunted by two figures in a still motionless manner.
"The Fey race magician named Ba Ying summoned an ancient Spirit swordsman named Watanabe Tsuna. It is said that his sword, which was named the Sword of the Lost Sun, was able to split the sky"
"Hmm I'm in doubt. Isn't he, that saber doesn't master magic? Sword without magic, then faced with experts called Magi, he would actually bother himself when the protective magecraft was thrown at him?.."
"Ah... You forget it. Wasn't the master who accompanied him a witch? Why did he learn magic? If the master himself was a magician?"....
Then people turned their eyes to the other stage that Master Caster wrote. Seen standing one Imp who according to the story named Xue Man with his trident spear. Beside Xue Man also stood one beautiful woman, with a foreign face but very charming.
Every time the foreign woman glanced here and there, the hearts of the men who happened to be looking at her were as drawn, like metal in the face of a piece of powerful magnetism. Everyone suspected it was Castor or a powerful magician.
"He's the imp that's not very special, is he? I saw his martial ability of the mediocre category. But why did he choose the relic to become a master? This is what always sticks in my heart.
Imp whose martial power was standard as well as the understanding of magic was minimal, why was it always chosen by the Dragon Rudukui?"
"However see.. He managed to summon a spirit from among Caster (witch) named Kirke descendant of the Sun God.
Isn't that great? One weak creature who understands magic, instead becomes the master of one legendary magician... Ckck I really don't believe this"
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On the stage next to him again, on the stage that read Master Lancer was seen a dark elf with a sword magic weapon.
"The Dark Elf was named Hu Xiu. He managed to summon a mystical spear expert named Enkidu from ancient Mesopotamia"
The eyes of the audience were wide open when they saw the spear expert from ancient Mesopotamia. They once read from old texts that ancient Mesopotamia was on a faraway continent,
Where modern and ancient civilizations both developed there. Moreover, all the spectators were very fascinated to see Enkidu's spirit. She had a sturdy body, but her face was as beautiful as the most beautiful woman, with her hair loose without being tied at all.
The next stage read Master Archer - Archer, standing a Magus of the human race named Dugu He. He was armed with a magic wand, while the spirit of the hero accompanying him was someone who looked dignified like kings, who carried a number of arrows on his back with a golden arrow weapon. It was said that the hero spirit was an ancient emperor named Qin Shi Huang.
On the next stage stood one Fey witch named Xing Tian. He is the master armed with sword magic, who also mastered the spirit of the Berserker hero named Odin. His Berserker looks creepy with a burly posture of 2 meters more. Odin the berserker was dressed in wolf leather clothing (wolfskin) - so that a magical impression was evident from him.
Lastly on the very end of the stage read Master Assassin, a young man wearing a long black robe, covered in a hood but not hiding the aura of his handsome face.
"His name is Sima Yong, a Magus and also a saber swordsman. It seemed like he was one of the strongest in this war"
"Is that little boy the Assassin his spirit hero?"
Meanwhile gambling stand-stand betting is very crowded visited by the Magi who began to bet with blue manna or also rare potions, even rare alchemy pills, turu used as a betting tool
The small talk and commotion when I started placing bets stopped instantly, as everyone heard the voice that I had the elder from the Temple Group the Magi alliance organization.
"The Holy War of the Dragon Relic will begin !"
"The open arena !"
Rrrrr ! The sound of deep air trembled, then the appearance of cracks filled the entire eye of the beholder, at the end of the sound with clattering sounds was heard throughout the Desert.
A very large and wide arena was formed, out of the cracks, and now standing in front of all the spectators. The arena was inside like a wide labyrinth, all of which were done magically and used arrays, so that when the masters were inside the labyrinth arena, the, they would not feel the space of space to fight a great battle.
Then in the accompaniment of the sound of 'blep' the figures of magic masters with their hero spirits vanished from the stage, the, and all the spectators could watch through some sort of giant monitor (worked using magic) each of the seven masters was in a different corner inside the labyrinth. Distantly.
"War begins ! Any master can make an alliance with their master and hero spirit. But always remember, there will only be one winner, not a winning alliance. All must conquer their opponents, Live or die !"
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Sima Yong was in that dark labyrinthine passageway, the golden Sacred Sword which was a magic sword was tightly in his grasp. His golden sword would serve as a battle weapon, as well as to strengthen his magic spells or his magecraft.
"Do the spy action about the conditions in front !" sima Yong's.
Nevertary instantly disappeared into black smoke upon hearing his master's orders, leaving behind a violent gurgling wind. Sima Yong walked slowly through the labyrinth seriously, being cautious in case of a sudden attack from the other party.
Nevertary as Assassin has the advantage of evading detection by magic. Assassins are adept at killing silently in the dark, hiding in the shadows, and are very adept at the act of spying. Yet as an Assassin he was weak when faced with a Heroic Spirit or a powerful magic master.
Lucky as the master of Nevertary - Sima Yong an extremely powerful Magus with the ability to cast rare magecraft due to his magic power as a Dao-ranked Soul Master.
"Perhaps if I win this relic, my soul power will increase to become an Immortal Master"
Suddenly black smoke billowed in front of Sima Yong, Nevertary's voice whispered,
"Ahead there's a battle going on between the Berserker group and Caster.."
Sima Yong then ran along the passage of the black labyrinth, he followed the scroll of black smoke that moved quickly forward. He wanted to see what a fight between two hero spirits was like with their master.
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