Reincarnation Band Magician

Back to the conversation with Mahat.

When he thought his opponent was ready for battle and was about to step forward and enter the attack range, Mahat was still sitting on the stone.

"I'm sorry, Qing, not now."

"Ok?"

Qing also discovered something unusual.

Behind him, Miss Xiangzi raised her wand, ready to cooperate with him at any time, but Fulilian was not on guard.

The elf had a tired expression as usual. She said something similar to Mahat, "Qing, now is not the best time. Please conserve your energy."

Mahat looked at the elf, "As expected, you know something too."

This is what Qinghe Xiangzi doesn't understand.

It doesn't matter, their doubts will be answered soon.

Two new sources of magic power appeared like phantoms in the land at the end of the world.

A short break on the journey: 206, The Eve of the Battle

"I'm Shulahart, and this is a nice meeting for you, Qing, Xiangzi, and Fulilian."

"Graosam, my name."

Although surprisingly polite, it wasn't enough to ease the atmosphere.

Because they are two great demons.

Moreover, there is no doubt that they are all at the level of Seven Collapse Sages. Even the demon who made a hole in his hood to let the horn pass through is stronger.

That is the All-Knowing Shulahat.

His gaze passed through the history of humans and demons. All the knowledge that existed in the past and the future was in his eyes. All the magical weapons that existed until now could be obtained as long as they were wanted.

In the foreseeable future, I will observe my opponent's techniques countless times and gain experience on an absolutely real battlefield...

Technology, equipment, and experience, even if lacking talent, are enough to pile up to the highest level.

Qing came up with this idea just by simple thinking, but no one knew what kind of application Shulahat, who had mastered that magic for hundreds of years, had.

Because all the humans who have seen Shulahart have died.

The only consolation is that this magic did not appear at the right time. As if fooled by fate, Shulahat was born when the Demon King stopped acting.

It's unknown how many years it took him to master this omniscience, and it took another long time to reach his current status and gain the Demon King's trust. He may have only been truly active in the last hundred years.

Under normal circumstances, "prophets" are worshipped characters who predict future information to increase their own benefits. Compared with the improvement of the entire ethnic group, their benefits are too small, so they can often guide the prosperity of a tribe.

But the demons... do they really have the concept of a tribe?

There have been too many times when I was supposed to be a chess player but had to go out and catch the chess pieces because they were running around.

It seems that the only one who can truly fight with the strength of a finger is Graosam, one of the seven miracles.

If you have the same vision as Shulahat, you will understand how bad the current situation is and how painful it is to take on such a big responsibility at this time.

Taking the culture familiar to the Qing Dynasty as an example...it has not reached the level of Jiang Wei. It was probably when the national strength was still strong, the previous emperor passed away, and the later emperor Liu Chan succeeded to the throne, and then refused to delegate power to Prime Minister Zhuge Liang.

He relied on his foundation to make ends meet, but he did have a lot of money.

Those are thoughts of the past.

When facing the omniscient Shurahat, Qing's mind was as taut as a string, stroking his nails, waiting for the moment that belonged to him.

The tacit understanding meant that he didn't need to remind Xiangzi and Fulilian. He just had to stand in front of his companions and fight with all his strength.

On average, if one person fights against a Seven Bengxian, the winning rate is just like the obedience balance when others face Aura, one-sided, but the reason why the warrior gives up swinging the sword is definitely not "can't win".

Even the demons have announced their names, so we will naturally not be rude.

"Nice to meet you, Shulahart, Graosam."

Polite, but only a little.

Shulahat stood at the edge of Qing's attack range. When Qing introduced himself, he took a step forward and he took a step back.

By the way, use your arms to separate Graosam.

"I've predicted this encounter a thousand times. Nine hundred of those times, you swung your sword, and I failed to block it thirty times. I want to avoid that 3%."

"I'm so honored that I actually have a 3% chance."

"I've prepared magic for purification, restoration, removal, isolation... Even if it hits, the chance of crystallization, blood curse, sand curse, and poison attachment... is only 0.3% right now.

"But there's a chance of being hit by Ms. Xiangzi. That variant of the killing magic is very dangerous. I predicted it 10 times and failed once. That's a non-negligible probability, so I think it's best to avoid a fight. If we stop here, there will be an ending that we'll both be satisfied with."

Xiangzi gritted his teeth secretly.

Even though the other party's words were so blunt, Qing did not relax.

The demons' rhetoric is not worth believing.

Shulahart obviously had a plan for this. He turned his hood towards the elf and said, "Ms. Fulilian, I believe in your rationality. At this time, you will choose to suppress your hatred for the sake of your important students."

Flillian pressed her wand, "Maybe, who knows."

She walked up behind Qing, hugged him from behind, and slowly pressed down the sword to make him relax.

"Qing, I heard from someone that you and Xiangzi have a way to leave. If necessary, leave me alone."

"You know that's impossible."

"So please protect me now."

"..."

Qing laid down his weapons.

At this time, he began to understand a little bit what Fulilian felt when she met Mahat before.

Both felt the opportunity, but their teammates gave up trying.

This means that they have information that is not shared and cannot be understood.

Qing pondered for a moment, "From Fulilian's tone, is there someone here who can predict the future? That strange man with a mustache?"

The elf's memories are all good, and he is now half elf.

"Well, that's the Hero of the South. I feel like I've been made a fool of. They're all annoying guys... But, this will be a match that satisfies all three parties, so I'll just hold my nose and bear it."

As for those who are dissatisfied...that doesn't matter, they are just being dealt with.

……

Celia appeared near Ende.

She possesses some kind of moving magic.

She made this trip on her own out of curiosity and boredom. She wanted to see what new technologies the demons had and protect a few people. There was no other reason.

"Flillian...it's really frustrating."

Celie walked on this ominous black soil.

There was no one, or to be more precise, no demons or monsters, not a single one, it was boring to death.

"Is that the magic of foresight? Boring."

If she doesn't use that magic to become stronger, bring more threats to humans, and give rise to more magic, then for Celie, it has no value and even feels like a waste.

In this regard, she and Aura might have something in common.

However, since even her arrival was calculated, the result must be satisfactory to her.

Celie can't "kill" the Demon King, but she just can't kill him.

Feeling bored, she left.

……

The dark army surged, filling the gap between the Demon King's Castle and the Empire's border.

Aura sat on the throne with high spirits, holding a crystal scale, no longer as embarrassed as he was when he was in Gulanat.

She was still wearing the black dress of a young widow, with her pink hair neatly draped behind her head. She no longer deliberately imitated the sarcastic tone of human nobles, giving people the impression that she was a lot smarter.

The remaining undead army gathered around her to avoid the occurrence, or rather the reoccurrence, of a scene that would make her unhappy.

The demons that are controlled around are not very useful and will break into pieces at the slightest touch, but if their numbers increase, they can be of some use.

——I still can’t like it.

The bodies of demons were made of magic power, and it was impossible to forcibly control them like humans. However, several generals relied on their perseverance to sneer and mock, which increased her dislike.

If it were in the past, Aura would be furious, but now, after gently stroking her right arm, she felt that it was nothing.

The struggle of the defeated opponent can also bring her pleasure by appreciating it as a clown show.

Under the dim sky, powerful sources of magic approached one after another.

Beize and the other three Seven Collapse Sages had different expressions, some sneered, some were expectant, and some were doing nothing.

Looking towards the north, Aura, whose basic magic level was actually first-class, seemed to have caught a faint signal.

But why do I have such a strange feeling?

……

A break on the road: 207, unexpected conversation

Qingting heard Shulahat say that he appeared here to find Mahat and to greet them.

"I can't tell you what's going on now, so I'm sorry, Graosum—"

The miracle of the Seven Collapse Sages comes out.

This is a tall, thin, and aloof-looking demon. He is notorious in the north and has the same arrogance as other demons, but it is not written on his face.

Maybe they feel that putting on airs in front of weak humans would be detrimental to their style.

Shulahat's dark eyes looked over, "He will set a spell on you that will delay the erasure of your memories. In the distant future, you will recall what happened today, but not now.

"The subsequent conversation and the battle with the Southern Hero will have an impact on the future we desire, so we must temporarily hide in the haze of history."

Qing was curious for a moment about what the "we" in this sentence referred to, but then gave up thinking about it.

While speaking, Graosam arrived in front of Mahat first, without any movement, only slight mental magic fluctuations.

Mahat felt it and nodded to indicate that there was no problem. Compared with the two big demons he had just seen on the field, his judgment was trustworthy.

Although the situation was tense just now, it was a dispute among "their own people" and Mahat also said that he did not want to take action at this time.

The Miracle of the Seven Bengxian then walked past Xiangzi and Fulilian, casting magic in succession, and the last one was Qing.

"The mental magic will take effect after the battle. For now, I suggest you prepare to escape and fight."

"Hmm? I see."

Qing instantly understood what he meant and instructed his body to tense up and prepare for battle.

Mental magic is officially engraved.

Relax.

Graosam added, "Your mental defenses are quite good, but since they aren't offensive, there's a significant delay in their detection."

While giving this reminder, there is also a sense of slight contentment.

[So high and mighty...]

Miss Xiangzi held the umbrella handle.

Mahat had no interest in their communication because it was destined to be forgotten. Moreover, he believed that Shulahat also had a certain degree of "humanity", just like Aura, a demon with "talent".

It looks unpleasant.