The Purifying Edge, the lost magical red sword, has reappeared in his trembling left hand.

The blade of the sword is red and shines brightly.

"Is it your ability again?" Gisa stared at Thales's left and right with an ugly expression, as if he wanted to poke a hole in his palm: "No, you are going further and further down the road of misfortune..."

Thales frowned.

Unlucky?

"Magic Master... this is not a talent or blessing..." the Magic Master said slowly, his eyes full of severity and hatred: "It is a curse and bad luck..."

Thales stood on the ground, listened to her words, held the Purifying Edge that suddenly appeared in his left hand, and took a deep sip.

"enough!"

The second prince roared angrily.

Gisa stopped talking and looked at him in surprise.

"You madman who doesn't listen to others," Thales tried his best to stand up from the ground, "Listen to me!"

He took a step forward and chopped an intercepting tentacle into ashes with one sword.

"Asheida wants to force me to become a magician." Thales only felt that his steps were weak and his body felt uncomfortable, but he still gritted his teeth and walked forward step by step: "And you, you want to stop me from becoming a magician?

"

"Fuck you," Thales gasped, "Fuck you."

The blood magician looked at him quietly.

"When I came into this world, the things I did were always the same."

Thales exhaled and struck out with another sword, stabbing a monster that was trying to attack his left leg twice, and watched as it turned into ashes under the sword's edge.

"Struggle, survival, that's all." Thales took a step forward with difficulty, "No matter if you are a beggar or a prince."

Giza narrowed her eyes, her eyes complex and profound.

"But I don't like this world. I want to be free to choose and choose the life I want," Thales once again took a deep breath of the smelly and sour air and said hoarsely:

“Choose who I want to be—without having to be pushed, pushed, or pulled by anyone else!”

"I struggle with this."

Thales walked up to Giza with determination and perseverance in his eyes.

"This is who I am."

"Tiles Bright Star."

The blood magician stared at him without saying a word.

But the next moment, a sudden change occurred!

"boom!"

It was like a torrent rushing from the blood vessels to Thales's body!

In an instant, Thales felt a tearing sensation from the Purifying Edge in his hand to his hand.

It was like someone was cutting his palm.

Thales lowered his head suddenly and looked at the Purifying Edge in his hand - he saw that the red light on it was getting stronger and stronger.

what happened?

The next moment, this cutting-like pain escalated into severe pain!

Spread throughout the body.

"Ahhhhh!"

Thales couldn't bear it anymore, his face was twisted, and he couldn't help but scream.

Is the Purifying Frontier... rejecting him?

The pain spread all the way from his arms to his body, causing Thales to tremble and kneel to the ground.

Oops……

Oops!

It hurt more and more - like this weapon was destroying everything about him!

He remembered:

The legendary anti-magic force...is the magician's nemesis?

In severe pain and trembling, Thales shook the Purifying Edge in his hand tightly...but he couldn't get rid of it at all!

It's like it's stuck to your hand.

He regretfully thought of Serena's words.

He also remembered the tingling feeling he felt when he was on Araka's back and didn't move the bow.

But the stinging pain at that time was completely incomparable to the severe pain now!

At this moment, Giza laughed.

"You are still a little younger," Thales looked at the blood magician's expression in disbelief, and listened to her softly saying: "You want to deal with me, so you must get the legendary anti-magic weapon, right? You

And it did succeed - using your unformed magic power."

"But...you almost forgot," Giza sighed: "You are half a magician?"

"Ah!" Thales cried out in pain.

Panic struck again.

Giza…

Has she even figured this out?

He remembered Giza’s words: [That’s not the legendary anti-demon force—are you going to stab me with that thing?]

So... Thales thought regretfully: At that time, she, who had the upper hand, was already hinting at herself and making arrangements for her possible counterattack in the future?

Just to limit his vision back to the Frontier of Purification?

"Hahaha," the blood magician shook his head and said, "Look, this is one of the sorrows of the magician - this little thing can suppress us to death."

"Even if you are not a true magician yet, the magic energy you have used before is enough for it to be effective."

"And if you truly become a magician..."

Giza looked at Thales who was screaming in agony, put away his smile, and showed sadness in his eyes:

"The moment you touch it, you will lose consciousness and strength forever and enter the eternal seal."

Thales was in no mood to listen to her words. He just felt that he was about to be swallowed up by the power emanating from the sword's edge!

"Don't worry, I'll help you get rid of it."

Giza sighed.

"If becoming a magician is your inevitable destiny," the magician said calmly, "then let me save you."

"As I promised."

save?

Save the shit!

Thales closed his eyes tightly, enduring the rejection of him by the Purifying Edge.

He wanted to let go.

But in the extreme pain, with his face distorted, he could hardly even feel his own hands.

Giza took a deep breath, and with the consciousness of the magician, another batch of tentacles grew out of the flesh and blood on Thales' side.

He slowly aimed at the boy who was being repelled by the legendary anti-demon armed forces and unable to move.

Once again, Giza smiled pleasantly.

The flesh and blood under Thales' feet transformed into a trap, trapping him tightly.

The tentacles draw out sharp spikes, preparing for the next round of attack.

No.

Thales closed his eyes tightly and his whole body was shaking.

No!

Just at this time.

A burning sensation similar to the first time I held the Purifying Edge suddenly came from my hand!

The red light on the sword's edge gathered as if it were real, and was transmitted along the sword's edge to Thales' left hand.

Thales is so excited!
To be continued...