What kind of weird button is this?

Chapter 155 How can magic self-destruct?

On a sunny afternoon, the sky in Fira was as blue as a flawless gem, and the sun shone through the stained glass windows of the church, casting dappled light spots. Fira Church, this historic holy place, is world-famous for its grandeur. Its spire towers into the clouds, as if it has an invisible link with the heavens. The door of the church is open, as if opening its arms to welcome every devout soul.

At such a beautiful moment, the Fela Church welcomed a special guest - Jim, the magician from the distant country of Xilin.

Although from Jim's own perspective, his purpose for coming here was different from what most people thought, he had to pretend to be very humble in someone else's base camp.

And his arrival indeed added an unusual atmosphere to this ancient church. Through Thorne's introduction, Archbishop Kurban learned that Jim was not only an outstanding magician, but also a heroic figure who helped many civilians in Anka overcome difficulties.

Everyone looked at him with some respect.

Bishop Kurban, this middle-aged man, is tall and has a solemn face. With a trace of calmness in his eyes, he looked at Jim in front of him and said calmly:

"Mr. Jim, thank you for coming all the way."

"It's okay, it's okay. Although there is some gap between the two countries, I think the churches should help each other, right? This has nothing to do with politics, it's just for the God of Light."

Kurban smiled. Although he didn't agree with it, he still nodded in cooperation.

After a few brief greetings, he introduced Jim to the history and architectural style of the Fira Church, with a hint of pride in his voice. Several people first visited the main altar of the church, where exquisite holy objects were placed, each with a different legend. Kurban elaborated one by one, seeming to show Jim his deep knowledge of these sacred objects.

But he didn't notice the flash of disdain in Jim's eyes. After all, in Jim's eyes, this is the same as showing off how rich his family is to a robber. This behavior will only make him feel ridiculous.

However, in order to cooperate, Jim continued to visit the church library with Kurban, which contains ancient religious documents and rare magic books. Bishop Kurban was walking and talking, and he never failed to show off to Jim the rich collection of books in the church wherever he went. However, Jim felt contempt for Kurban's show-off behavior in his heart.

Stupid human being, you don't understand how terrifying real magic is.

"Mr. Jim, how do you feel? Are you interested in coming to Fira to develop the church? I think talents like you are more suitable for us." Bishop Kurban's words were full of sincerity and expectation, and his eyes tightened Staring at Jim, as if trying to read something from his reaction.

Jim smiled slightly, his expression was calm, but there was no trace of complicated emotions hidden in his eyes. He pondered for a moment, then looked directly into Kurban's eyes, and replied firmly and forcefully: "Bishop Kurban, I am deeply honored by your kindness. The Church of Fira is undoubtedly a place full of hope and faith. Any Everyone would be proud to work here. However, I'm afraid I cannot accept your offer."

Kurban seemed a little surprised, but quickly adjusted his mood, nodded respectfully, and motioned for Jim to continue.

Jim took a deep breath, knowing that his next words might go right to the heart of this conversation. "Bishop Kurban, I hope you can go directly to the topic. I don't think I came here to see how magnificent the Fira Church is. Everyone has their own place to belong. No matter how nice your place is, it is not what I want to stay here." Isn't it? I'm just an ordinary person, and I only came here because Lord Siris may have come here, and I am his friend, nothing more."

Jim's words were frank and direct, without any pretense, and his eyes were firm, clearly expressing his position and purpose. He did not come to Fira seeking any position or glory, nor was he attracted by the grandeur of the church, but simply out of loyalty and concern for his friends.

After Bishop Kurban heard these words, his expression was slightly startled, obviously he did not expect that Jim would express his purpose and position so directly. He was silent for a moment, seeming to process Jim's words, and then nodded slowly, showing his respect for Jim's honesty.

Bishop Kurban's voice was low and hesitant, and his eyes moved slightly between Jim and Thorne, as if he was weighing how to continue this topic. "I understand. In fact, I just invited you casually. Since you don't want to, I won't force you." His tone was calm, but there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes. However, he quickly adjusted his mood and his tone became serious, "As for Sirius you mentioned, I have asked my people to investigate it in the past few days."

After hearing Kurban's words, Jim leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharpened instantly, and every word seemed to be engraved in his heart. He knew that the next words might be related to his mission and future.

Kurban continued: "Based on Thorne and the information you just provided, I did find a person who can match his name. Although he is now known as Siral to the outside world, the other information is consistent with yours." The description is very similar." He paused, as if looking for the right words, "It's just..."

"Just what?" Jim couldn't wait to interrupt, his brows furrowed, obviously impatient with Kurban's hesitation.

Kurban looked at Jim with deep worry in his eyes. "It's just that a lot of puzzling things have happened recently in the place where he lives, that is, in the Pilar family. In fact, I have some speculations about this matter, but because it is too bizarre, I have never thought about it. Speak to the people below." His voice was low, as if every word was full of weight.

At this point, Kurban's eyes became deeper. He seemed to be struggling in his heart, and finally revealed the true intention of his behavior just now. "Actually, I also want to show it to the people below. I hope you can understand that as an organization grows, it will inevitably have many complicated situations. I don't want our dialogue to be misinterpreted by others. I hope they will simply think that this is A very ordinary inter-regional church exchange.”

Jim was silent for a while, then nodded slowly, "...I understand."

Kurban showed a faint smile, seemingly pleased with Jim's understanding, and then turned to Thorne, who had been listening quietly beside him, "I'm only telling you about this for now, and I hope you won't spread it outside."

Thorne responded solemnly, "That's natural."

Kurban's eyes became serious again, "Actually... I have always suspected that the demons were not completely dead. They probably had been hiding for many years. The first terrorist incident in Fela also mentioned the former demon king. A name rarely remembered. This is no coincidence."

Hearing this, Jim couldn't help but become nervous, and his palms became slightly sweaty. He didn't understand why Kurban would tell these major speculations in front of an "outsider", but he knew that he must not show anything strange at this moment.

Kurban continued, "I want to say that the Fela incident and the Anka incident are actually the prelude to a conspiracy. What these people are best at is provoking internal struggles among human beings." He The voice was full of warning and worry. Thorne seemed to be inspired by these words, his eyes lit up, and he said eagerly: "Archbishop, what do you mean...the person who framed Sirius is actually a member of the demon clan?" His voice was full of disbelief and shock.

This conversation seemed particularly heavy in the silence of the church, and everyone realized that they might be standing on the edge of a huge conspiracy. As for Jim, as an "outsider" in this conversation, the storm in his heart was far more intense than the calm on the outside.

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"Master, I have prepared what you requested."

Under the silent night, Sirius' figure stood alone on a desolate land. Except for the occasional cold wind and sparse starlight, there were no other traces of life around him. The only people who accompany him are the loyal Liz and the newly conquered subordinate Abby. The two of them seem particularly abrupt in this silent and dark night.

The reason why Sirius chose to bring only the two of them here was because the task before him was full of unspeakable secrets that only the two in front of him could know.

He glanced lightly at the corpses scattered on the ground. Although there was a feeling of discomfort in his heart, he forced himself to calm down. In this world that requires coldness and calculation, Sirius understands that sometimes you have to suppress your inner compassion in order to move on.

"Liz, and Abby." His voice cut off the silence around him, and the two loyal partners immediately walked to him nervously, especially Liz, whose eyes were full of expectation, as if telling Xi Rhys, no matter what she faces, she will be fearless.

"Today, I want to teach you a new technique." Sirius' voice carried an indescribable determination. He began to draw a complex magic circle in the air, his fingers lightly guiding the surrounding elements, as if Weave a picture that belongs only to the magical world. His explanations were clear and detailed, like a mentor from another time and space, patiently imparting knowledge to two studious apprentices.

As the elements continued to condense, various substances of different colors and textures began to appear in the air. They surrounded Sirius like twinkling stars. He instructs Liz and Abby on how to mobilize their magic powers to transform these substances into concrete objects.

Although progress was slow at first, under Sirius's patient guidance, they gradually began to master the art.

"Look." Sirius's voice suddenly became heavy, and he gathered all the materials together to form a block-shaped object similar to a human heart. Under the curious and slightly uneasy gazes of Liz and Abby, he activated the magic contained in it. In an instant, a powerful wave of energy spread out, accompanied by a deafening roar, as if it was an invisible force. The storm raged in all directions.

Although the center of the explosion was a certain distance away from Liz and Abby, the shock wave generated by the explosion still caught them off guard, and their bodies flew backwards involuntarily. When they landed, dust was flying and they looked slightly embarrassed. As Liz stood up slowly, her eyes, which were usually full of loyalty and courage, revealed a slight hint of complaint at this moment.

When Sirius saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a trace of guilt in his heart. He knew that after going back tonight, he would need to find a way to comfort this little girl who was always standing by his side.

"Master! How did you do this?"

Abby's voice was full of shock and admiration, and his eyes shone with immense admiration for Sirius.

In fact, at the moment when his worldview completely collapsed, he felt deeply confused and desperate, and he longed for someone to lend a helping hand and save him from the abyss of darkness. Now he was convinced that it was Sirius - the man who had reached out to him in despair, with a mysterious glow.

Sirius only smiled slightly in admiration for Abby, his attitude relaxed and calm, as if what he just showed was nothing more than a little trick. "Are you surprised? Then you have to be careful. You may be surprised in the future."

His voice was calm, but with a hint of playfulness, "All you need to know is that this thing is called a bomb. It does not contain any magic fluctuations in itself, and it does not necessarily require magic power to activate it. It is just a matter of lighting the fuse."

Seeing that Abby was still confused and Liz was looking at him with doubts, Sirius started to explain again: "You may be thinking why I spend so much effort to create such a thing, right? ?" His words caused the two of them to nod, and they were indeed curious about it.

Sirius continued: "The reason is very simple. This kind of attack is difficult to detect. For many people, this kind of attack without magic wave is almost impossible to prevent. Imagine if the bomb was right next to you, how could you still Can you react and dodge in time?”

Hearing Sirius' words, Abby couldn't help but feel a chill, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead unconsciously. The question made him realize the horror of such a non-magical attack, as well as Sirius's unfathomable intelligence and abilities.

"That……"

When thinking of this, Abby suddenly became confused again, "Then master, why did you ask me to prepare these dead people?"

"I've said it before, the closer this thing is, the more powerful it is, and it's best not to release magic from the beginning to the end, but to release it manually, otherwise it will be easy for others to see that something is wrong and easily avoid it.

So do you think...apart from the living corpses that most people can't tell the difference in the first place, is there anyone else who is more suitable to complete this task? "

"Master, master... you are truly a genius!"

No, no, he's a demon. Sirius took a deep breath. He now felt that his moral integrity was completely gone.

(End of this chapter)