Chapter 398

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Chapter 398: Mysterious Magic vs. the Son of God

“The Son of God! Amicio!”

The frost on Ai’s face completely melted, and she couldn’t help but cry out in astonishment.

She had long heard about this most troublesome person in history!

He was the most powerful descendant of the Fate’s Strings Master, breaking free from his mother’s “observation” and taking control of his own destiny.

Each time he appeared, the Son of God seemed to cause an uproar.

Or perhaps, he would always journey to the heart of great events.

No one knew what he wanted to do or his true stance, but they all knew this guy was incredibly powerful and would act as he pleased.

Many times, certain impossible plans and conspiracies, or plans and conspiracies that were about to be completed, would change because of the intervention of the Son of God.

And so, history changed multiple times because of the Son of God.

It could even be said that, if not for his intervention at that particular moment, the Air Alliance might have been established several decades later.

If it weren’t for him spreading false information that caused several gathering places of those who didn’t want the Air Alliance to collapse, even though the “Demon of Justice” possessed terrifying power, it would have taken a long time for the Air Alliance to truly form.

For the “Demon of Justice,” who had already reached the level of a semi-god, destroying a country only took a few days, but creating a new country required a very long time.

“You, why are you here?”

Ai looked at the “Son of God” warily, instinctively wanting to retreat, but suddenly realizing that her body couldn’t move.

Unable to escape!

“Why can’t I be here?”

Amicio shook his head with a smile on his face and continued, “Wherever interesting things happen, I will show up… You must have heard about it, right? Well, it’s normal for me to appear now, isn’t it?”

Ai furrowed her brow and remained silent.

What should she do…?

She was pondering a strategy, but there was no time to think!

Amicio suddenly appeared in front of Ai!

A towering figure, imposing even more terrifying pressure on Ai than the monstrous beast did!

“Why don’t I just extract your soul and understand the cause and effect in front of me?”

Amicio’s smile, at that moment, felt like a sign of impending doom. Ai, unable to move, could only stare wide-eyed at this scene.

There was simply no way to resist.

She realized that she would die.

Just then, Amicio sensed a powerful force erupting from beside him.

“Hmm?”

He turned around and saw the Night Watcher, a male figure, gazing at him. His pupils had turned completely black, as if the depths of the universe itself, filled with profound darkness, containing all the wisdom of the world.

Amicio’s eyes narrowed slightly, revealing delight and excitement.

“The Pupil of Mystery?”

Even Amicio, upon witnessing this legendary power, felt astonished and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“I didn’t expect you to have such a good thing. How about giving it to me?”

He extended a finger towards Alan, his face filled with a gentle smile. “Ah, please give me your eyes.”

“The Pupil of Mystery?”

At this moment, Ai couldn’t help but be shocked once again.

She had once heard The Cursed String Music say that there is only one type of person in this world who learns magic at an even faster pace than him.

That is the existence blessed with the gift of the “Pupil of Mystery.”

However, the “Pupil of Mystery” differs from true magical talent. It simply allows one to rapidly advance in learning, or rather, to replicate and comprehend spells.

However, possessing “the Pupil of Mystery” doesn’t actually enhance the understanding of the fundamentals of magic. Therefore, it is impossible to create new spells as effortlessly as The Cursed String Music.

But even so, given enough time, it is not impossible to deduce and create new spells.

“The Pupil of Mystery” is exceedingly precious.

And, it is a rare power from legends that can be taken away!

Ai looked at Alan deep in thought. She did have a slight prejudice against this man, but more importantly, she didn’t want to see him remain trapped in sadness.

When Alan had just joined the Sword-Wielding Troop, he was completely devastated due to the destruction of the Demon Hunt Agency in Tatsumi City.

However, Ai was not sure what way would help Alan break free from it.

Comforting others… it was something she had never done in her entire life.

So, she could only resort to this immature method…

At this moment, Amicio became interested in the “Pupil of Mystery.”

“I will never let my comrades die before me… never.”

Alan remained calm, even though he knew that the opponent before him was an unbeatable warrior, he showed no sign of fear.

Fire away!

Suddenly, he extended his finger, and in an instant, a black flame shot out.

Very swiftly!

In the next moment, Amicio swiftly dodged the Fire that Burns Everything.

Even the Son of God, who possessed the upper-ranked Apocalypse status, had to dodge the terrifying Fire that Burns Everything.

He paused for a moment.

“Hahaha, how amusing! Your powers actually come from the Outer God. How fascinating!”

Amicio saw this scene and burst into excited laughter!

“But even so, you know the difference between me and you, right? Your so-called ‘Potential Apocalypse’ in front of me is as weak as a mouse. Even if you’re a fire-breathing mouse, what can you really do?”

Potential Apocalypse?

Ai was taken aback once again. Today, Ai had been surprised too many times, mostly because of him.

Even though Alan was supposed to be a lower-ranked Crown, does he actually possess the true power of a “Potential Apocalypse”?

But how could this be possible? It was completely unreasonable. In Tatsumi City, the once strongest Queen of the Scarlet Moon was nothing more than a Crown of the ruling blood clan.

Hmm, it does seem highly unlikely… if it weren’t for the Babel Tower.

In Ai’s eyes, Alan transformed from a small and lucky individual who grew stronger to become a Crown. He underwent a tremendous change and became a formidable warrior who was already close to the Apocalypse.

But in the eyes of Amicio, the Son of God, it wasn’t enough.

Still, he was far too weak and small.

Even the Apocalypse itself is not yet here, so how could one possibly contend with him?

But, how interesting!

“It is precisely the pride and arrogance of the ignorant, as well as the courage and dedication of the reckless, that make the world colorful… Or perhaps, you consider yourself a hero.”

Amicio slowly ascended into the sky and snapped his fingers.

In the next moment, all the sinners in the entire town suddenly became motionless, and they weren’t even given a chance to resist.

“You should know… I am the most powerful black wizard in history. I am here to test how much your Pupil of Mystery can replicate.”

Alan remained silent, his mind racing with calculations as he pondered how best to distribute his spiritual power.

How should they respond to the situation? What kind of magic would be most effective?

For a mighty sorcerer, what is the most important thing?

Is it mastering powerful magic?

No, it isn’t.

A true sorcerer must know how to use the most appropriate spells to counter any situation at any time.

A sorcerer faces enemies who are swift, enemies who are slow, enemies with strong defenses, enemies with overwhelming attacks, and even enemies that remain unseen.

By choosing different spells, the outcome of a battle could shift entirely!

Sometimes, a simple, ordinary spell proves more effective than forbidden knowledge.

So then, how does one confront the most formidable black wizard in history?

A “Son of God” who has lived for an unknown length of time, amassing centuries of battle experience.

Alan took a deep breath. This challenge demanded his utmost concentration.

He needed an answer—immediately.

Foreseeing the Future!

Alan activated his foresight ability, sharpening his perception, hoping to glimpse the Son of God’s next move.

“Hahaha! Seeing the future, huh? What an impressive power.”

Floating high in the sky, Amicio extended his hand.

Immediately, something around him began to writhe.

A black mass. A presence that sent an unbearable discomfort through those who gazed upon it.

At first, Alan thought it was a shadow—a typical tool of black wizards in battle.

But he quickly realized his mistake.

This was not a mere shadow.

This was darkness itself.

Black tendrils surged upward, consuming the light. The sky darkened, and the entire town was swallowed in an eerie gloom.

The darkness moved like an unstoppable tide, rushing toward Alan.

His eyes widened in shock.

This wasn’t what he had foreseen!

His vision of the future had been deceived.

But how?

Was it sorcery? An innate ability? A powerful ritual?

Or was it something beyond all of those?

Snap.

Alan inhaled deeply, then suddenly clapped his hands together.

In an instant, he disappeared—reappearing beside the motionless Ai.

From the beginning, he had known the truth:

He could never defeat Amicio.

His only goal was to save Ai and escape.

If I can get her out of here, I win!

Darkness loomed, stretching hundreds of meters high, devouring the sky itself.

Alan placed a firm hand on Ai’s shoulder and shouted urgently:

“Trust me! Don’t resist!”

If a person resisted his “Reanimation Spell,” the spell might fail.

This was his one and only chance.

Ai met his gaze.

“Hmm,” she murmured, nodding.

Crash!

Alan clapped his hands together again, casting the spell without hesitation.

And in the blink of an eye—

They vanished.

Moments later, the dark ocean crashed down, swallowing the town.

Strangely, it had no effect on the sinners who lived there.

Alan and Ai, however, had long since fled.

Above the Town…

Amicio, the Son of God, floated in the sky, watching their escape with a serene smile.

“Run. Find a way to flee.”

“It won’t matter.”

Alan had pushed his abilities to their limit, reaching the “Potential Apocalypse” state.

Right now, he could teleport people exactly ten kilometers away.

However, if he transported someone with him, the maximum range was five kilometers.

With that in mind, Alan and Ai had successfully left the town of sinners, reappearing five kilometers away—in the middle of a flowing river.

Alan steadied himself in the water, breathing heavily, exhaustion creeping into his body.

Still, he forced himself to speak:

“Two more jumps, and we’ll be back in Tatsumi City. Once we’re there, we’ll be safe.”

“Mm.”

Ai nodded slightly. She said nothing more, only watching him in silence.

Pop.

Alan wasted no time. He activated his teleportation again.

Good.

Their pursuer hadn’t shown any signs of following them.

And there was no one trailing them either.

A wave of relief washed over Alan.

The Next Moment…

They vanished.

But when they reappeared—

Alan and Ai froze.

Their faces filled with disbelief.

They hadn’t moved closer to Tatsumi City.

They hadn’t escaped at all.

Instead—

They had returned to the small town!

A dark tide surrounded them.

The black ocean had already closed in.