The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 142 - 112 New Fire Magic Causes Sky Anomaly 4100_2

Chapter 142: Chapter 112 New Fire Magic Causes Sky Anomaly 4100_2

Melissa said, "The Fire of Law is far more complex than you imagine."

"What magic can’t achieve, The Fire of Law can."

"Indeed, The Fire of Law is Fire Magic, yet Fire Magic is not The Fire of Law, I hope you can grasp this distinction."

"The Resurrection Law of Fire is a subsidiary law of the Thousand-Year Fire."

"It is a supreme power born from the Thousand-Year Fire over the course of millennia."

"Therefore, as I said before, no one can truly comprehend the Thousand-Year Fire. In the face of The Fire of Law, you still know far too little."

"But remember this, the igniter of The Fire of Law can only be resurrected once without any loss, if it happens a second time, some degree of humanity will be lost. The more times one is resurrected, the more humanity they will lose."

"This is also the principle behind the creation of fire demons, the servants of fire..."

"If one is repeatedly killed inside the Thousand-Year Fire and then resurrected, they will eventually lose their humanity. All that would remain is a dazed, confused mind clinging to a final part that can’t be easily kindled by fire, transforming them into a Fire Demon. When the Fire Demon, in a desperate mingling of despair and hope, foolishly offers itself entirely to the Thousand-Year Fire..."

"At that point, the Fire Demon becomes nothing more than worthless ashes."

"This is another auxiliary law of the Thousand-Year Fire - the Servant of Fire Law."

"Therefore, in principle, The Fire of Law will only resurrect an igniter once, because the Thousand-Year Fire cannot make an innocent person into its servant."

"This violates the laws of the Thousand-Year Fire itself."

Ivita nodded, so there was such a complex reason behind it.

Isn’t the Thousand-Year Fire just Fire Magic?

For Ivita, there are still many secrets and mysteries in this world.

Just how many subsidiary laws does the Thousand-Year Fire have? He had no idea.

But one day, Ivita would understand all the subsidiary laws of the Thousand-Year Fire!

At that moment, Ivita suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left eye, so intense that he couldn’t keep it open.

A phantasmal Crown of Fire composed of flames appeared in his left eye, but it shattered in less than a second. Most of the fragments flew out of his eye, leaving only a small piece at the very top of the crown. The direction it flew was not outwards, but inwards, towards his retina. The fragment merged into the flame on his retina.

"I wonder what the flames are thinking. It’s one thing to gift you the Magic Source, but why would they also give you the Crown of Fire. Ridiculous." As Melissa’s figure began to fade, her tone turned colder still, for she didn’t agree with Ivita. "Igniter, your mission is to figure out how to prolong the dying fire of the Thousand-Year Fire."

"You are not the only igniter."

"Every igniter will think of their own way to kindle the flame."

"Next time we meet, I hope you’ve changed, become more mature and grounded, not just a boy spouting nonsense. You really have no idea what sort of person the tyrant Shaw is."

"He’s a being whose entire thought pattern is utterly different from ours."

"He’s a monster, a man who can stand against the whole world alone and never once flustered."

"It’s good to take a hero as a role model, you can learn from their habits even if you can’t become a hero yourself. But if you take a god as your forerunner, it’s a path to your own destruction."

As Melissa’s figure was about to vanish, she did not wait for Ivita to respond, continuing to speak: "Actually, the duty of an igniter is not mandatory, but you already passed through numerous dangers to acquire this distinction. If you can ignite the flame, you will become the closest person to the flame in Ambros, apart from the Mortal King chosen by the flame."

"And if you can indeed ignite the flame, the Thousand-Year Fire will give you a tremendous reward."

In the orange sea of flames, Melissa’s figure shattered completely. Because Ivita’s left eye absorbed so much magic power, the orange sea of flames also began to destabilize, it looked as if it could disappear at any moment, just like Melissa.

Ivita found that the flame on the retina of his left eye had become something similar to the structure of this orange sea of flames, transforming into a sea of fire. In the middle of the orange sea of flames, a Fire Egg was being nurtured. It was the monster being nurtured by the combination of the fire giant, Fire Bird Magic, and the Eight-headed Fire Python.

Who knows what kind of creature it would be.

...

In the city hall of Parviga, Lord Prole was in high spirits, but suddenly a few soldiers frantically reported to him that a massive anomaly had occurred in the sky outside the city hall.

The soldiers informed Lord Prole that the white clouds atop the city hall had turned red as if they were fire clouds.

Lord Prole walked to the window, stretched his head out and looked upwards. Indeed, over the city hall, a red cloud appeared in the stunning blue sky, looking like a blood-red gemstone studded in the sky.

But why did the red seem so dreadfully similar to the color of human blood?

Lord Prole, who was moments ago exultant, suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart for no discernible reason.

As he stood by the window, he saw a blue-eyed pigeon flying straight towards the window.

With a loud ’boom’, the expensive colored glass window shattered into pieces.

The pigeon also fell on the ground, its neck twisted from the impact, with blood flowing from its body. The pigeon’s blood, in Lord Prole’s eyes, seemed too much like human blood.

While retreating continuously, Lord Prole shouted at the surrounding guards, "What is happening?"

"Protect me!"

"You are to protect the master of Parviga!"

Standing by him, a knight who always maintained silence, shrouded in black armor with arms thicker than an adult’s thigh, suddenly changed his posture from his regular statue-like stance. He moved towards the window and observed the fire-clouds in the sky, "This cannot be a natural phenomenon."

"It’s instigated by a potent and terrifying magic power."

"Look outside, there are many birds surrounding the top of the city hall, including the Blue Eye Dove that startled the lord."

Only then did everyone notice, unbeknownst to them, a multitude of various birds had gathered outside the city hall.

There were hawks, falcons, sparrows, doves, warblers, toucans, hummingbirds, flamingos....

The Black-armored knight, nearly twice as big as everyone else present, calmly stated, "These birds are attracted by something potent. In my life, I’ve only seen this spectacle a few times."

"In the Wallachia Duchy, I’ve seen it a few times when someone created new blood magic. The most recent instance was the Blood Mirror Curse created by the Bloody Queen for the Piercing Duke ten years ago."

"Then, for seven days and seven nights, it rained blood in Wallachia. Even the sky seemed to cry in awe of the birth of this potent blood magic."

"Because the sky knew, the emergence of this magic would give rise to countless tragedies."

The Black-armored knight spoke in a muffled voice, "Lord, there is a powerful wizard, or witch, within the city hall. They were creating a new kind of magic while we engaged in the coup."

"Judging by the scale of this anomaly, they should be at least a third-grade wizard or an extremely competent second-grade official wizard or witch."

"And their location should be inside the city hall."

"This person poses a big threat because we don’t have potent wizards amongst us."

Lord Prole became anxious, "But would they help that bitch Alice."

"What do we do now?"

"You do not have to worry." The black-armored knight had already gripped the handle of the sword around his waist. From the moment he noticed the anomaly, he had been gripping this sword. "I will kill them."

"My Seed of Life is very special, perfectly countering him."

"Although I’m not a Great Knight, I was born deformed, which makes me special and different from others. Therefore, at the knight stage, I possess five extraordinary organs, which make my strength infinitely close to a Great Knight."

"The knight is the king of the battlefield, and with the Seed of Life that restrains magic, he or she cannot match me."

After hearing this, Lord Prole finally breathed a sigh of relief and went back to commanding the troops as if nothing had happened.