A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 445 Breaking the cycle!

"I still don't understand. If, as you said, Wilbur is endlessly repeating the deaths of these people, how does he manipulate time?" Constantine asked.

"And even if he has practiced black magic, if he wants to cast such a magic, the price he needs to pay and the backlash he has to bear, as far as I know, among the mages who have been counting hundreds of years from the beginning to the end, only the Supreme Mage One person can do it."

"The supreme mage is the inheritance of Emperor Weishan, and she is also in charge of countless treasures. It is not surprising that she can do it for me, but how can this British nobleman do it?"

"Indeed..."

Lord sighed and said, "I'm also curious as to why he can do it."

Manipulating time is a forbidden technique in magic. Even Kama Taj, who has the inheritance of white magic and is blessed by the Holy Trinity, has strict rules for this magic. Even the supreme mage has to pay a serious price, let alone this Will Bo Whateley, or just an English nobleman?

Magic is not free.

Casting any kind of magic, no matter how inconspicuous its effect is, requires a corresponding price. This is an absolute iron law in the magic world, and even the Supreme Mage cannot violate it.

Spells are like a loan relationship. The mage uses specific gestures and incantations to contact the existence of those other dimensions and borrow the corresponding power from them. No matter how strong or weak the power is, it needs to be repaid after the operation.

Every time a spell is cast, the body suffers backlashes. According to the strength of the spell, the strength of backlashes will also change. The only way to solve these backlashes is to devour those disgusting magical creatures.

Even if Kama Taj, which is mainly based on white magic, borrows from the Trinity Visandi, it still needs to pay varying degrees of price.

And some extremely powerful black magic, which comes from those terrifying dimensional demon gods, requires the negative emotional energy of human beings, and it must be very strong, such as sacrificing loved ones and friends.

So Constantine seldom casts magic, on the one hand because of the rules he set, and on the other hand because of these costs, sometimes he would rather die than eat those disgusting magical creatures.

According to the clues collected so far, Constantine is almost certain that this is a very large and powerful black magic, but he does not know that it came from the dimensional demon god.

So here comes the question...

A mere aristocrat in the upper class of England has neither an orthodox magic inheritance nor a treasure that can resist backlash and price. How does he cast this powerful black magic?

"He... doesn't need to pay the price."

Nexia was silent for a moment, with a faint disgust flashing in her eyes, she said, "I'm sorry I can't tell you the reason, but please believe me, this is the truth."

Without paying a price and bearing backlash, it is possible to cast an absolute cycle spell with such a large range and to manipulate time at will?

Constantine's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he opened his mouth weakly, trying to refute that it was impossible, but he swallowed the words back.

It's not impossible, it's very possible!

In fact, since he stepped into this hotel, he has experienced many 'impossible', and everything broke his impression of the routine.

The weeping angel, which uses time as its energy source, and the extremely evil black magic, what he has seen so far has almost shattered his worldview into pieces. What else is impossible?

Lord didn't want to delve into this. Instead of guessing here, he might as well go directly to the banquet hall to see if there are any clues left, so he said, "After Wilbur walked out of the room, he disappeared suddenly. I guess he It should be on the ninth floor, let's go to the eighth floor to have a look."

The floor structure of the entire underground hotel is an imitation of the above-ground Canosal Hotel. The area before the eighth floor is exactly the same, the only difference is that there is no entrance to the ninth floor.

So the most important thing for them now is to find out where the entrance to the ninth floor is, and then see what secrets this weird Wilbur Whateley hides here.

Moreover, the 'key' mentioned by Nexia should have been hidden on the ninth floor by Wilbur, if there is a high probability that there is no accident.

According to the normal analysis, the ninth floor should be just below the eighth floor, so Lord planned to check first to see if they missed any mechanism or important clues.

Tick...tick...tick...

The three of them returned here again, and the crisp sound of the clock ticking echoed in this empty banquet hall, and everything here returned to the way it was first seen.

Gollum...  

Constantine looked sad, clutching his almost shriveled abdomen, looking at the food left on the table, and sighed helplessly: "It's a pity that these meals, if only I could eat them."

"Aren't you the god of death?"

Lord heard the sound of hunger, looked back at him in surprise, and asked, "The spiritual seeds here are not too thin, so it should be no problem to meet daily needs, right?"

"Not the kind of hunger you understand."

Constantine waved his hand, shook his head and said, "My stomach is rumbling because of the backlash of the spell, so I need to eat magical creatures. Ordinary spiritual power and food are useless to me."

Lord seemed to understand what he heard, and he didn't understand the profession of mages, so he could only pat him on the shoulder comfortingly and said, "Then there is no other way, you can stay next to it first, and we can talk about it after the matter is resolved."

The search went on for a long time.

But no matter how hard they searched, they were within three feet of the ground, and they couldn't find any entrance, or anything that seemed to be a mechanism, as if it was an ordinary banquet hall.

thump, thump, thump

As the hands overlapped again, pointing to the number twelve, a thick and dull bell sounded again in the hall, and the surrounding things became blurred, and a strong sense of distorted dizziness gradually spread from the bottom of my heart to my mind.

Time to repeat again!

But this time, Lord, who had been observing his surroundings, suddenly narrowed his eyes into a thin line, and a horrifying light appeared in his eyes, as if he had discovered something, he took half a step forward and pulled out the Zanpakuto.

Clang——

Constantine, who was in the distorted space, suddenly felt a burst of spiritual pressure, unstoppable like a stormy sea, and an extremely bright silver cold light suddenly cut off this chaotic void!

"Shoot him, magic gun!"

The boiling spiritual pressure suddenly converged and turned into a dazzling light, bursting out with extremely sharp sword energy, tearing the void in front of them!

The floor and the long table of the banquet hall were divided into two by the knife light, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had always been like this.

Constantine raised his head and looked in the direction where the blade extended, and found that the target of Lord's attack was the wall clock embedded in the white relief painting wall facing the gate.

click...

A huge crack spread from the surface of the wall clock, and then more and more cracks covered the entire crimson clock body.

"Time...without repetition!"

Constantine looked around, and suddenly realized that the time loop of the entire hotel seemed to have been destroyed!

But before he could be happy, the whole banquet hall suddenly vibrated, the crystal lamp above his head shook wildly, and the slender iron chain connected to the lamp body made heart-pounding sounds.

The shock lasted for about ten seconds, and the crystal lamps finally couldn't bear it, and fell one after another, smashing into crystal slag on the ground. With the disappearance of the only light source, the whole hall suddenly became pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

suddenly!

Constantine felt his eyes go dark, and something flashed by, but the speed was too fast and the light was insufficient, so he couldn't see the shape clearly.

But he can be sure that the flashing thing is definitely a living creature!

because......

In this pitch-black space, he could clearly hear, besides the three of them, there was a fourth breathing sound!