A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

If Isayama Yomi knew

If Daojian Shanxianming were in another world, he would probably be even more astonished to have killed billions of people.

"If Sister Ming could see how promising Xiao Ming is, she would be very happy too."

Thinking of this, Isayama Yomi's pupils dimmed slightly. Now, her uncle Isayama Yu and her sister Isayama Mei have been missing for more than two weeks. Given the reputation of the Spellcaster Association, they have probably given up long ago, leaving only the families of the victims in the Isayama family to keep trying.

Izayama Yomi sighed, just about to go over and have a good talk with his father.

Suddenly, Isayama Yomi, who was extremely sensitive to danger, was stopped from speaking as soon as she opened her mouth.

Meanwhile, Naraku Isayama noticed that the black coffee cup on his coffee table was shaking incessantly. At first, he thought it was an earthquake and didn't pay much attention.

After all, typhoons and earthquakes have kept our lives constantly in motion here.

However, when they felt an extremely terrifying and heavy sense of oppression sweeping over the three of them from the sky above, their expressions changed in unison.

Amidst the unimaginably terrifying fluctuations of magical power, an enormous, sky-obscuring black shadow swooped down, its chilling aura capable of freezing one's very soul.

"It's top-grade!!!"

Isayama Yomi sensed danger and immediately spoke to Aunt Kazuo in a very anxious tone.

"Auntie, quickly take Father away!"

But when Aunt He Yang rushed to help her up, Izayama Yomi bit her lower lip and, upon sensing the situation in the sky, her face turned pale.

"Three kilometers, no, so fast, only one kilometer."

The numbers change almost every second, making it impossible to calculate them in time.

Yomi Isayama picked up the "Nue," a treasured sword passed down through the Isayama family for hundreds of years, which lay nearby. It seemed that only by drawing the blade could she gain a sense of security.

"Damn it, it's too late!"

"arrive."

The heavy downward pressure caused all the glass in the room to vibrate slightly, and Isayama Yomi's unease reached its peak.

But nothing happened for a while. For some reason, the huge cursed spirit that had been swooping down did not destroy the roof and rush in as Izayama Yomi had predicted. Instead, it seemed to land in a relatively open courtyard.

"Disappeared?"

Even Izayama Yomi couldn't help but gasp in surprise, thinking that there was something wrong with her perception.

"How could such a terrifying surge of magical power just disappear like that?"

With her extensive knowledge of hunting cursed spirits, Isayama Yomi knew that there was only one possibility.

That is to say, this cursed spirit seems to want to play with its prey, making it die in fear and panic.

"Damn cursed spirit."

The most difficult time was for Isayama Yomi, whose nerves were on edge. Her hands trembled as she gripped the hilt of her sword. She knew just how painful it was to truly face a top-tier cursed spirit, and how much pressure she was under.

It would be much better if a hideous, terrifying head popped out from the roof above; this limbo is just too unbearable.

Isayama Yomi simply turned off all the lights in the living room and began to regulate her breathing.

She was mentally prepared to die in battle.

When that terrifying cursed spirit appears, immediately summon the cursed spirit "Nue" from the Lion King sword to attack together!

"coming!"

Isayama Yomi could see with the naked eye that the living room was covered with a thick layer of frost, and his hands were so clenched that they turned white.

"That's strange, aren't Sister Huang Quan and the others at home?"

Meanwhile, Kenmei Isayama and Ai Shinno, who had just arrived, slowly walked over, completely unaware that because of their servant, this foolish idol had revealed his magical power fluctuations during his fall, causing chaos throughout the Isayama household.

"Nue!"

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the glass on the left side of Kenmei Isayama, and then the entire wall of the inner room shattered. A huge hybrid of a monkey and a lion burst out. Not only did it open its mouth wide and bite at Kenmei Isayama and Ai Hoshino, but a golden energy cannon also began to emerge from the center of its mouth.

This is the "Lion's Roar!"

Kenmei Isayama could see the internal structure of the Nue's enormous throat as it devoured the uninvited guest's head at almost zero distance.

"Nue?"

Kenmei Isayama, holding a few souvenirs in his hand, was filled with astonishment. This was clearly Yomi-nee's Nue.

But the Nue, one of their own, seemed to be coming on strong, as if it wouldn't stop until it bit off Kenmei Isayama's head.

The ferocious beast could only do so much; it didn't even have a fraction of a second left. The Nue's body was instantly frozen solid by frost, along with the lion's roar that it had been preparing to unleash.

The tragic fate of the "Nue" was expected, after all, the attack was definitely "Special Class".

Half of the room was covered in frost, making it look like an igloo in the Arctic, with the temperature dropping below zero. However, the cursed spirit was frozen, but the user was still unaffected.

"Damn cursed spirit! Die!"

A sudden thrust launched from a blind spot at an extremely tricky angle is virtually impossible to defend against.

With a murderous glint in his eyes, Isayama Yomi pierced straight up from the bottom.

But when she saw the intruder's face, the murderous intent on Isayama Yomi's face vanished instantly.

"Xiao Ming".

"Sister Huang Quan?"

But the blade simply couldn't be stopped.

"enough!"

After Isayama Kenmei shouted, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the gleaming blade of Isayama Yomi is now in the hand of Shinno Ai, whose face is filled with coldness, and at this moment, the blade of the Lion King, like that of Nue, is completely frozen and covered by ice filled with coldness.

If it weren't for Kenmei Isayama's intervention, Ai Hoshino would likely have unleashed a terrifying sub-zero temperature of over 100 degrees Celsius onto Yomi Isayama.

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."

Isayama Kenmei, holding a sake cup, apologized to his uncle Isayama Naraku, Isayama Yomi, and Aunt Kazuo.

"Excuse me."

Kenmei Isayama never expected that the problem stemmed from his own silly idol, whose leaked high-level cursed spirit fluctuations led his family to mistakenly believe it was an attack from a top-tier cursed spirit.

I really don't know what to say.

He glanced at the living room, which had been destroyed by Ai Shinno, but now it was sealed with ice so there was no draft, and the family could still sit there and eat together.

Isayama Yomi also felt that she had lost face big time this time, because it was a completely unfamiliar cursed spirit. She never expected it to be her younger brother's shikigami.

"Alright, Xiao Ming."

Isayama Naraku stopped Isayama Kenmei

"It's nothing serious, we can get someone to fix it tomorrow."

"Oh, right, Xiao Ming, this is for you."

"It came with the reward last time."

Kenmei Isayama took a small notebook from his uncle and curiously opened it to take a look.

The first thing you see is a large headshot of Kenmei Isayama, next to which are a few lines of text.

He read the text aloud.

"A level two sorcerer, Kenmei Isayama?"

It's written

Chapter 141 Submitting an Application for Level 1 Spellcaster

"A level two sorcerer? Who! Me."

Kenmei Isayama looked at the license in his hand carefully for a moment, and realized that the handsome guy in the photo was none other than himself.

It is said that all sorcerers under the jurisdiction of the Sorcerers' Association have such a license to prove their identity. Each license has a unique number and can be used to mobilize local police forces and impose a lockdown on the area when necessary.

"Xiao Ming, this was sent by the Sorcerer Association last time."

Isayama Naraku said to Isayama Kenmei

"Give you your sorcerer's identification."

Having this is equivalent to having a government job, being officially employed, enjoying a high special allowance from the Sorcerer Association, criminal immunity, and having one's personal identity information kept highly confidential.

Kenmei Isayama was once an unofficial member of the Spellcaster Association, where he received unequal pay for equal work. If he had been a spellcaster at the time, he would have received the same salary and benefits as Mr. Watanabe.

At the time, Kenmei Isayama, who was neither a sorcerer nor even had any talent for sorcery, was very envious.

From being found to have nothing as a child to now having someone from the Spellcaster Association personally deliver this license to his door, it took Kenmei Isayama more than a decade to complete this process. Only Kenmei Isayama himself knows the hardships and struggles he endured during that time.

Holding the sorcerer's license in his hand, Kenmei Isayama suddenly remembered that he was no longer the novice who couldn't cast spells.

Now, he doesn't even need to be attached to Uncle Lan's [Red Letter Warrior]; he can easily kill a level one cursed spirit just by relying on his own idol cursed spirit, which has the power of [Winter].

If it weren't for Kenmei Isayama's intervention, the "Lion King" sword, a treasure passed down through generations of the Isayama family, would cease to exist after tonight.

The blade will completely break at an alarmingly low temperature of over 200 degrees Celsius (before reaching -273.15 degrees Celsius).

This time, Kenmei Isayama really made a foolish mistake. It was his first time riding a dragon, and he had no experience. Subconsciously, he treated Ai as a "blood and flesh hunting dog".

The pack of hounds didn't need Isayama Kenmei's reminder; in order to approach their prey silently, they would automatically conceal their aura. It was also Xiao Ai's first time as a level one cursed spirit, and she wasn't very skilled at using her power, which is why the two of them made such a blunder.

Fortunately, no one was injured, and the power of freezing is more controllable than other elements such as fire, lightning, and water. Otherwise, Kenmei Isayama and his family would not have been able to have dinner tonight and would have had to eat out.

Isayama Naraku watched as Isayama Kenshin meditated and took a sip of warm red wine, but seeing the ice crystals floating in the glass, he could only give up.

To be honest, this was the first time that Isayama Naraku had been in the same room as a top-tier cursed spirit. It was truly a case of surprises that his nephew, Isayama Kenmei, brought him, each one bigger than the last.

Isayama Naraku glanced at the silent cursed spirit sitting on the sofa not far away. Dressed in a black nun's habit, she had long, white hair reaching her shoulders. Even though she had restrained herself, one could still feel the astonishing chill emanating from her, as well as the terrifying sense of oppression. Last time it was a three-headed, level-one dog-type cursed spirit; this time, she had brought home a humanoid "special-grade" cursed spirit, a rare Logia-type at that.

"The Snow Woman?"

Isayama Naraku was filled with emotion.

With such a nephew, how could the Jianshan family not prosper?

He put down his wine glass and said slowly.