I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

Chapter 439 Break The Cycle!

But Fang Yu didn't say anything, didn't even have the slightest reaction, just like staring at a dead body, his eyes were extremely cold and silent.

As expected of a father...

Nick Tia's emerald green eyes were crescent-shaped, and her lips were curved into an arc of joy; it seemed that her father was indeed a decent man, and definitely not as lustful as her mother said.

Irene sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, picked up a towel to dry her wet hair, hummed a modern pop song to her ear, tapped occasionally with her free left hand, and seemed quite comfortable with her little life.

Wilbur Watley, who was still in a dream, suddenly tensed up, as if being manipulated, he put his hands on Irene's round shoulders, and then slowly began to move down.

Feeling those hands slide over her body, desire gradually took over her brain, a seductive smile flickered on Erin's mouth, and when she was about to turn to propose to her husband, Wilbur Watley's eyes suddenly It emits a red light, faintly carrying a hint of evil tyranny.

The next moment, Wilbur opened his mouth and bit Irene's thin neck fiercely.

Don't get me wrong, Wilbur isn't a vampire, and he doesn't have sharp fangs, just flat teeth that gnaw like a distracted Beast. Eileen screamed and flailed her arms as the main artery in her neck was torn and blood gushed out.

Soon, Erin stopped struggling.

But at the moment she was not completely dead, her consciousness was still on the verge of being lost, her pupils were dilated to the extreme, she looked unbelievable, a soft whimper sounded from her mouth, and blood was gurgling from her neck.

Wilbur smiled angrily and turned into the kitchen, where he reappeared with a boning knife in his hand.

What happened next, even Constantine couldn't bear it.

Wilbur Walter, while Erin was still alive, in pain and sobriety, cut up and dismembered the woman's body, walked up a few steps, and finally beheaded the woman and placed it in the hallway on the shoebox.

"11 o'clock sharp."

Fang Yu glanced at the clock in the room and saw that it was exactly 11 o'clock. With a snap of his fingers, he turned on the projection that monitors the bacteria.

All the rooms on the other floors play different ways of dying at the same time, as they have seen before.

And the only one who didn't die was Wilbur Watley.

After parting with his beloved wife Irene, Wilbur-Watley slowly opened the door of the room, and then walked downstairs, Fang Yu saw this scene, and quickly chased after him, followed by two people Also left the room.

The carpet throughout the corridor turned dark red.

This scene was exactly the same as what they saw when they came in and saw the horror of the hotel room.

But when they looked up, Wilbur had disappeared.

"This is real.……………"

With a complicated expression on his face, Fang Yu let out a long sigh and said. "Everyone in this hotel is in a weird cycle of dying over and over again, like... a miniature reincarnation process."

"Repeat death, pervert!"

Constantine wondered, "Why would he repeat the process?"

"To repeat death, for to be like death."

Fang Yu rubbed the corners of his eyes wearily, and sighed: "If I'm right, maybe the reason Wilbur-Whatley did this is to investigate whether the difference in human death can be produced by the continuous cycle of death."

"You're only half right, father.

After they've induced this condition, Nexia is able to reveal another part of the plot: "Precisely speaking, Wilbur wanted to find a way to undermine established facts by investigating people's repeated deaths."

"Oh, a paradoxical spiral."

Fang Yu smiled and said. "In a similar way, I think he's looking for roots.

"I still don't get it, if Wilbur is endlessly cycling the deaths of these people, as you say, how is he manipulating time?" Constantine asked.

"Moreover, even if he is practicing black magic, the price he has to pay and the backlash he has to endure to cast such a spell, as far as I know, only one Sorcerer Supreme can do it in hundreds of years, counting from front to back."

"The highest magician is the one who owns the heritage of Visanti and is in charge of countless treasures. It is not unusual for her to be able to do this, but this British nobleman, why can he do this?

"indeed so..……….…"

Fang Yu sighed after hearing this. "I also wonder how he can do it.

Time manipulation is a forbidden technique in magic. Even the Kamataji family, which has the heritage of white magic and the blessing of the Holy Trinity, has strict laws prohibiting it. High-level magicians have to pay a serious price, not to mention this Wilbur Walter Leigh is just an English nobleman?

...asking for flowers...

Magic, but not gratuitously.

This is an absolute law of the wizarding world that not even the highest magician can break, even if his influence is negligible.

Spells are like a loan relationship. The magician uses certain gestures and spells to contact these other dimensions of life, and borrows the corresponding power from them. Regardless of the file size and strength of this power, it will be returned after casting the spell.

Every time a spell is cast, there will be a reaction force on the body, and its strength depends on the strength of the spell effect, and the only way to eliminate this reaction force is to devour these nasty magical creatures.

Even Kamateji's predominantly white magic, borrowed as usual from Trinity Santi, required varying degrees of cost.

And some of the most powerful types of black magic, from these terrible Mephista, require the negative emotional energy of humans, and must be very powerful, such as sacrificing loved ones and friends.

That's why Constantine rarely casts magic, partly because of the rules he has set for himself, and partly because there's a price to pay for it all and sometimes he'd rather die than eat these disgusting magical creatures.

Judging from the clues collected so far, Constantine is almost certain that this is a very large and powerful black magic, but he doesn't know which space this Mephista came from

The problem here is...  

How could a British aristocrat with no suitable magical heritage, and no treasures to bear the consequences and price, be able to cast such powerful black magic?

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

Nakesia was silent for a while, a faint disgust flashed in her eyes, she said. "Sorry, I can't tell you why, but trust me, that's it.

An absolute cycle spell, with such huge amounts of range, and the ability to manipulate time at will without paying a price or experiencing consequences?

Constantine's eyes opened like brass bells, and he opened his mouth feebly to protest that it was impossible, but swallowed the words again.

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