My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 576 The Blade of Light

Kerall's face slowly sank when he heard Josepola's rave.

For the first time, his face appeared with expressions other than “smile," “calm," “calm," and “frown," which were called "anger.”

“Interesting.” Kerall laughed softly and sounded loud, deafening with the spread of magic.

Kerall does not have the kind of [giant] magic of President Makarov, able to stretch his body at will, and the enormous Makarov is able to expand his magic hundreds of times in an instant.

In most equivalent fights, this bonus clearly gives Makarov a crushing fighting power.

But Josepola doesn't care about Kerall compared to Makarov's consternation.

Who's Kerall? He hadn't even heard of it a month ago.

You won't hear from him after this month.

Because relying on the power of the fairy's tail to become a member of the magic council, he is about to lose his place, because he presumes that the fairy's tail of power will be extinguished today.

“Sir, surrender now! Otherwise, all will be wiped out, one will stay!!” The other side is so overwhelming, it's about pushing the fairy's tail straight to the point of disbandment!

Keiral finally understood the fury and laughter inspired by each other's arrogant breath.

Why would Josepola wage a war against the Guild so easily?

Why would two “Holy Ten” rivalries be so simple to look at easily?

Why would the collision between the two guilds look so “you die and I live”?

Why would it be so simple to leave the magic council alone?

It was not his extraordinary strength, nor his absolute confidence in his guild.

It's...

He's a simple fool!

Thorough, straightforward, simple, hopeless fool!

Kerall laughed, not because Kerall was angry.

Keiral was angry and would cry at Josepola, and Keiral was laughing at Josepola's stupidity.

How on earth can such a person be considered the "Tenth Holy”?

Are you retarded?

“To be honest…" Kerall's magic fluctuations were intense and evident, and the earth, the sea, the trees, the air and the atmosphere trembled violently as Kerall's magic rose.

“I am not a man who likes to fight.” Why do we use force when we can peacefully disintegrate each other?

“So there is only one or two of my own attack magic, which is a small range...” Keiral gently closed his hands, the roar of magic, the boiling of magic, all talking about Keiral's identity.

“You bastard, you bastard is Holy Ten!! ”

Josepola finally knew why he was so disturbed.

And that's the enormous power that this young man has inside him.

Huge enough to force him to export the threat.

“So… be honored.” Kerall gently stretched out his hands and his magic was gathering.

“This is magic created specifically for you.” Kerall laughed.

Keiral's magic has always had an imagination, including a lock of light and a laser, created essentially on the basis of “science” and “practicality”, which is why, with enough practicality, there will be no need to think about new magic.

But now, Kerall is really angry, and there's no better way to deal with each other's giant guild.

So Kerall is telling the truth.

Josephala should indeed be honored that Kerall created a new supermagic for him.

“Blade of Light.” Kerall's hand compares to a sword finger and then plunges four giant swords of light from the sky.

The style of the Sword of Light is not gorgeous, just like the [King of Games] sword of Light.

Because such enormous magic has absolutely no need to waste extra spiritual power to construct gorgeous patterns, but the killing power of four giant swords of light, like sky columns, that cause discoloration of heaven and earth, need not be questioned.

At the moment of the fall, the four hands and feet of the great guild of ghost rulers were cut off, and the other guild flew forcefully for a period of time before falling into the water.

A large group of ghostly magicians were directly shocked and, more importantly, Kerall directly swept the ghost face off the floor with this blow.

If they win, they can only sit at sea, and their guild, like the fairy's tail, is destroyed.

If you lose face, what's left of the ghost?

Joseph Pola got angry.

“Don't blame me if you don't want to give me face!” Joseph Polar drank loudly, and his magic rose.

But unlike Keiral's bright, warm, clean magic, Josepola's magic is even darker, more obscure, more damp, and more viscous and disgusting.

It's a disgusting magic.

But no matter what magic, it's strong enough to cover it up.

Although it's disgusting in comparison to Kerall's magic, it's obvious that his magic takes precedence over many.

It's a massive monolithic magic that summons the Phantom.

The myriad of Phantoms formed with his magic will never be killed as long as his magic is immortal.

Unfortunately, if you can still disgust the other Holy Ten, but in the face of Kerall,

Keiral had a single magic that was fast, powerful, and low in magic, called "Laser," which wielded without stint under the lock of Keiral's mental power. Keiral and Josepola matched each other. See who had more magic?

Then try it!

He's a really annoying guy.

Kerall seldom has such a childish temper.

However, it is true that Josepola is a powerful enemy, and that Kerall is confident of an absolute victory.

That's why it's so gorgeous.

Countless Phantoms are flying in the sky, and most of these exclusively magical Phantoms are at both levels. Individual elites are able to reach the triangle level. Despite a lack of flexibility and resilience, the quantitative advantage is sufficient to crush the fairy's tail guild crowd.

That is why Holy Ten is called a strategic weapon.

Josepola alone completely suppresses hundreds of magicians in an guild without an adversary.

If it wasn't for Kerall!

The laser in the sky appears like a cosmic war, and then disappears. No soldier can rush across the sea into land and step on Magnolia!

“Where's the chairman?” Kerall is waving magic, and there's still time to ask that!