Create the Age of Magic

An inconspicuous plane in the whirlpool of planes...

The warm sun shines on the ground, the weeping willows on the street dance with the spring breeze, and the long-haired dogs are chasing and playing. It is a gentle scene.

In this city, every household has a badge, a pattern consisting of a six-pointed star and a woman.

A brown-haired man dressed as a traveler, holding a book, pointed to the badge on the door and asked an aunt: What is this?

The aunt looked around, then pulled him into a corner.

Don't ask that directly, the holy emblem crowned by the goddess of magic, Fiona! If someone hears it, you will be tied to the stake!

Magic Goddess? The man's eyes narrowed: Tell me everything you know, everything about this woman.

Don't dare, let others know that I chew the goddess's tongue behind my back, and I will die! The aunt was taken aback.

Tell me everything you know!

A red gleam flashed in the man's eyes, and the aunt's eyes became blurred, and she couldn't help saying:

Her Majesty Fiona is the only god in this world, and all intelligent beings in the entire world believe in her.

She has been a magic genius since she was a child. When she became the strongest magician, she established a magic sect, collected the beliefs of all people in the whole continent, and finally became the only goddess of magic.

She is the only ruler of this continent, and there is a huge kingdom of God in the center of the world, where she lives.

Many countries have already been completely wiped out for disobeying her, so now no one dares to disobey her orders.

Fortunately, her request is not harsh, she just asks to pray to her at a fixed time every day...

Okay, that's it. You don't need to recite her name anymore. With a wave of the man's hand, the aunt walked away without remembering what happened just now.

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In the center of the world, in a giant tower like a mountain, Fiona, the goddess of magic, sits on the throne like a statue.

At her feet, tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground, constantly singing praises of her merits.

Suddenly, a man holding a book appeared in the temple, flew to the same height as Fiona, and looked at her indifferently.

presumptuous!

Get off!

Do not look directly at God!

The servants of the gods kneeling below kept criticizing the man.

Shut up and get out!

The man ordered that, except for Fiona, everyone shut their mouths tightly, and then exited the temple in an orderly manner, just because of his words.

I'm curious, who are you? I've been a god for so many years, and I've never seen such a powerful mage like you. Fiona didn't panic, but said proudly to the man.

My name is Douglas Memherin, the eldest son of the great Supreme Master Yuanzu, the seventh-generation president of the Magic Council, a man who casts miracles, and I am currently traveling in the endless sea of ​​planes. The man turned out to be Horn's son .

The Magic Council... After becoming the God of Magic, I did trace the source of magic, so I know that magic came from another plane, an organization called the Magic Council.

Fiona looked at Douglas with a slightly more serious expression, and then said: For the sake of you being the envoy of the Magic Council, I don't care about your disrespect to me.

Douglas did not express dissatisfaction with Fiona's arrogant attitude, but just looked at her flatly.

So, what is the envoy of the Magic Council doing this time?

I ask you to remove the godhead of the god of magic. The magic council can help you condense other godheads, or make you a legendary mage. Magic itself does not need the existence of gods. The existence of the god of magic is the foundation of corrupt magic for the magic system. poison, so you can no longer continue to be the god of magic. Douglas said indifferently.

Fiona was so angry that she almost laughed: You rubbish who doesn't know where it came from, this god is enough to give you face, as the only god of magic, you should come to worship me, dare you Are you joking for me to remove my godhead? I didn’t kill you to save face for you!”

So you're saying no? Douglas frowned.

What do you say? Fiona sneered.

There is no room for negotiation? Douglas reaffirmed.

Of course not, you'd better get out while I'm in a good mood.

Hey... Douglas sighed: The frog sitting in the well and looking at the sky will never see the world outside the well. It should be a good magician to become the god of magic. It's really a pity.

Fiona raised her eyebrows, and a huge magic ball hit Douglas.

However, she was surprised to find that before the magic ball touched Douglas, it dissipated into pure magic power out of thin air, without even arousing a single ripple!

Only then did she realize that the power of the man in front of her might be far beyond her imagination!

While she was shocked, Douglas had already held her neck, and her earth-shattering energy couldn't do anything, just like a most ordinary powerless little woman, floating in the air with Douglas choking her neck.

Magic doesn't need gods. Since you don't need to cooperate, you'd better die. Anyway, I can't understand your behavior. If it wasn't because you have excellent magic talent, I wouldn't bother to ask you.

Then, with a little force from his hand, Fiona's neck was twisted, and the magic god just died like an ordinary person without any vision.

Douglas's title is the man who casts miracles, and letting a god die like an ordinary person is, in a certain way, a miracle.

Then he took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands clean, and said:

According to Article 4 of the Magna Carta of Magic, gods related to magic are not allowed to exist. The goddess of magic, Fiona, has been beheaded by me. Everyone in this world, you are free.

By the way, this voice spread to every corner of the world. Upon hearing this news, some people laughed, some cried, and some did not believe it, but in the end, Douglas relieved the world of a huge burden.

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Outside of Ceylon, there is a mage tower that is bigger than the entire continent. On the top floor of this mage tower is Horn's residence.

Countless worlds were reflected in his eyes, and when he saw Douglas beheading the goddess of magic, he nodded secretly.

Now, his original dream could be said to be overfulfilled. Not only have the witches of Ceylon been freed, but magic has spread throughout most of the world.

Countless planes have signed a covenant with Ceylon, and the magic council headed by Horn is also an important force in the vortex of the entire world.

He ushered in an era of magic!