The Northern Sword God
The Flying Joli ii
The wind ahead of winter slapped Padri Wangdak on the cheek, but it did not make his anger muffle, and the burning emotions in his heart.
"I have charged 50 Energy Stones per person, yet those incompetent humans dare to bring in the trash women to be the offerings of the Himalayan Peak God.." he said inwardly.
He was so deep in anger that he did not realize that the air suddenly felt empty, there was no wind or clouds of goods at the height of his flight.
The padri even instantly gave off a lightning sting when the four foliots that were shouldering the flying joli appeared.
Duars !
Ouch !
"Why do the four of you bring yourself up now? We are still far away from the Sky Thunder City. Disappear immediately ! I do not want your existence to make the image of the Himalayan God Temple bad in the eyes of the people" Wangdak shouted fiercely.
"But master, someone with magical powers seems to be blocking our steps" replied one timid foliot. Others added..
"Since coming out of the God-Worshipping Lake earlier, our flight movements have only been twisted in place.
Even now we are in a foreign place.It seems like we are trapped in a certain space and time, I think trapped in a special domain" replied the other foliot tremblingly.
"Saint !" shouts Wangdak.
He muttered the ancient words in a foreign language,
"Katastrefo !" he casts spells and Ash Wood powder.
Ash wood is believed to be very powerful to break magic and weave powerful creatures such as Elves and sorcerers.
Duars ! explosions happen.
Wangdak gazed pushyly into the air leaving sparks, but things remained as they were. Nothing happened. Expecting the domain space to be cracked? It didn't happen at all !.
The padri then chewed something he took from his ring, spit and cast a spell that was thrown in the form of magic magecraft.
"Fotia !"
Mountain-high blue flames overflowed and tried to scorch the domain that locked the padri together with the four foliots. After the explosion and the smoke that was caused to subside, Wandak was increasingly surprised.
"A powerful force capable of making space and time this strong" the priest began to fear.
Meanwhile, the four foliots who remained loyal to carry the joli were seen to follow in fear..
"We're going to die.."
"You're quiet. Master Wangdak was not a low-grade magus figure. He'll solve this problem and we'll be safe"
The other Foliot who was too scared even said.
"The person who attacked this was not from an ordinary magus class. Just look, even the blue flame spell - one of the strongest attacks ever, was not even able to destroy this domain roar"
Meanwhile, with an attitude that now looks respectful, Padri Wangdak voiced out loud.
"Begging the master who is blocking our path to bring ourselves forth. I, Padri Wangdak of the Temple of the Himalayan Gods, will apologize if I have made an action that makes you uncomfortable..
I hereby invite you to come to this joli, sit down and taste our temple's wine, while I will compensate you" Padri Wangdak thumped waiting for the barrier that ensnared them into this domain trap to emerge.
Following after he said such words, suddenly in front of the joli, about 10 spears away, appeared someone who looked like a hermit or a saint alone.
"You. You were the one on the street this morning when I went around blessing, right?" said Padri Wangdak when he saw Sima Yong appear.
"And are you a Magus? How do you fly like that?" Padri Wangdak flocked the young man with many questions. He was curious when he saw that the ascetic could soar flying - even when he sharpened his eyes to look at layers two, three and four, there was no shadow of the jinn even the afrit that made the person fly.
The greediness then fell on his heart. The magic spell that made a magus able to fly like that, was only done by the Himalayan Peak God. If only he had managed to kill this person before him, his skills would have increased by a level, and the post of Chief of the Himalayan God-worshiping Temple would have passed into his hands.
"I want to know. What do you mean by the Himalayan God Worship Temple, always looking for girls who are still holy, then handing them over to your lord?
Hasn't the practice of using humans as such sacrifices been a forbidden practice in the Magi world?" ask our young.
Padri Wangdak's face immediately turned unpleasant..
"So.. have you been following me since the city to the God-Worshipping Lake?..
Well, what have you heard from your spy actions?" The padri slowly felt the thing that became the earrings she was wearing.
The earrings though could not be said to be Noble Phantasm, but they were some kind of magic artifact. When he was about to start the attack and use the power of those earring artifacts, the opponent's movements would become weak and decrease by as much as ten percent. Padri Wangdak smiled widely.
When his right hand held the earrings in the ear, his mouth let out a curse..
"Flagomeni psychi !"
From the mouth of the padri came out a blue fire as big as a mountain. He was certain that the majestic man before him would die in a single blast of blue flames. (Blue fire is always conotated with strong magic fire).
"Dead you !" padri Wangdak's inner self after a blue roll of pi exploded over the majestic-looking man.
One breath - two breaths..
During that period of up to ten breaths, Padri Wangda burst into laughter. He was certain that the man flying in front of him would die..
"Then I will plunder all his possessions.
I'm sure, he can make such a flight because of the power of a magical artifact. Maybe he even bagged the Noble Phantasm"
The more Padri Wangdak imagined the happier his heart. His laughter grew louder, even now it almost looked like a madman.
"Are you done?" the voice came from within the blue flames that were still burning, although it was now not as loud as it was at first.
Padri Wangdak became shocked not a reed. When casting the final fire spell, he had exhausted his magic energy by 50 pieces to obtain victory in a single strike. Yet the majestic man looked fine after ten breaths..
The man even only looked a little preoccupied with throwing down his robe, as if his clothes were full of blue fire dust.
"W-who areyou? no one can ever escape my blue flames" Wangdak's voice trembled in fear. He took the wrong opponent. That figure in front of him was probably a Grand Magus..
"Punish me. " cried Padri Wangdak. He changed dramatically from a fierce man to a fearless man. He hoped that the Grand Magus would have mercy on him after this plea of mercy.
"It's not fair, is it? If only you send curses to me" coldly the voice of the great man. Proceeds,
"Look, if you can escape this curse of mine, then I will let you go" Sima Yong said gently.
He slowly raised his hand, then waved towards the joli where Padri Wangdak was sitting, with four foliots trembling in fear.
Agnin gently moved, which then in a speed never seen, the wind turned into a hurricane which then tore the joli with Padri Wangdak - complete with four foliots, and then tore it apart, they tried to howl but their voices were muffled by the sound of Typhoon.
It only took two blips of an eye, after the Storm left behind a red vapor, the remnants of blood that condensed. Sima Yong whispered softly,
"If you had been a little more polite, I might still have had the compassionate intention of cutting off that one-handed stump.
Baby you're too greedy and intend to kill me.. I actually have no intention of killing you"
The domain is now cracked, showing a dark night just befriending the moonlight and the stars. The figure of the young boy then moved as far as two lie like a ghost. The sky above the God-Worshipping Lake was quiet again, the night-birds were clawing, making the night even colder..
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