It should be noted that ever since Beckham and Otigha returned to the civilized world wearing the Magic Protector uniform, this outfit has taken the human world by storm, particularly among young mages. Many have discarded the robes issued by the Magic Guild in favor of a sleek, leather-collared ensemble adorned with the Leed emblem on the hat brim.
But only Xiao Bei could truly embody the essence of the uniform, combining heroism with a touch of rebellion and an unrivaled handsoness.
The blood-soaked mountain of human noses at the center of the dirt platform left the human war god, Marshal Sidov, and three Great Magic Tutors utterly speechless. Even generals from various countries, though accustod to wading through seas of blood and mountains of corpses, found this terrifying scene beyond anything they had witnessed — Xiao Bei rely lifted a hand, and an ominous hill of flesh and noses appeared, catching everyone off guard.
Fortunately, everyone maintained their composure like gentlen. Although their faces showed extre disgust and discomfort, at least none of them vomited on the spot.
Swarms of gadflies and flies hovered over the nasal hill, ravenously enjoying this rare feast.
As the sugary, pungent wind blew over countless goosebumps, the itch intensified.
Ti and space seed to revert to the era of life’s origins, a mont of complete and absolute silence.
"This... this..." Silver-haired and silver-bearded Marshal Sidov was the first to regain his senses, unable to complete a sentence, standing next to the spirited, youthful Beckham, it was hard not to think of the phrase "the hero is aging."
"Since receiving the call for help, Lord Richard had been planning this act of revenge! After gathering intelligence, preparing military plans, and completing mock exercises, he led the Sumr Palace warriors to a Demon Clan city last night. It’s a small city, with a population of about a hundred thousand." Xiao Bei, shaking his long hair with force, spoke eloquently: "His highness stated that since the Demon Clan dared to ddle in our Aegean and Sea Clan’s war, they must be ready to face Aegean’s wrath. These hundred thousand people are the first example!"
Upon hearing this, a kaleidoscope of fireworks seed to explode in the minds of humans, leaving them dizzy and bewildered, with a mix of emotions and thoughts swirling chaotically.
"The Demon Clan has hit a wall." Alchemy Grand Magician Aymar whistled irreverently: "Tsk tsk, I have to say, Richard knows how to make a statent, quietly getting the job done."
"May the Lord protect his highness... how did he do it? Slaughtering a city isn’t easy..." A human general couldn’t help but ask a question proving his failure to recognize sothing so obvious.
"Lord Saint Xiao has many magic teleportation arrays, including so hidden in remote corners of the Demon World," the divine Fire Elental Grand Magician Stefano stepped forward without waiting for Xiao Bei to answer, automatically explaining.
The master continued to look at his beloved disciple with a deeply gratifying expression.
The Feilengcui Lord’s willingness to exchange two combustible ice well mines and the Scarab Crossbow design for Beckham spread overnight across the Aegean Magic World, making every well-inford magician envious of Xiao Bei’s fortune, admiring Lord Saint Xiao’s loyalty, and regretting such a fortuitous discovery of talent didn’t happen to themselves.
Perhaps in the eyes of other magicians, only those who mastered an array of ever-changing magical spells could be considered qualified mages, but Master Stefano spent his life imrsed in knowledge, believing that magic need not be complicated. No matter how the Magic World sugarcoats itself, magic was never born for peace, nor for the wellbeing of people! Stripping away the hypocritical, beautiful veneers, the ultimate goal of spells is slaughter, is destruction!
Xiao Bei is Master Stefano’s most perfect magic experint of his life.
He only knows one move, the "Blade of Flas", lacks the critical capability for large-scale magical attacks, has only learned the most basic fire magic shield, essentially lacking defensive abilities. His mind holds no new and varied magical tricks, nor even the official mage title; based on this data, even with the Aegean Magic World’s most lenient perspective, Xiao Bei cannot be considered a mage, perhaps one might say that even a wandering rogue mage looks more like a legitimate Elentalist compared to Xiao Bei.
But Xiao Bei can defeat any mage in close-range duels; even Saint Chiao might not match his speed in casting spells. His "Blade of Flas" is suprely pure, with terrifying piercing power, extre range, attacking with an arc that is both bizarre and precise, capable of cutting through any instantaneously summoned magic shield like a paper kite!
This contradiction between the two comparisons epitomizes the current inexplicable "phenonon" in the Aegean Magic World.
Traditional power structures are not easily overthrown overnight; the world has never lacked genius, only the eyes to discover them and the soil to let them flourish. A mage specializing in a single spell like Xiao Bei, if he were to solely pursue developnt in the human world, would most likely end up as an obscure teor.
Thus, Master Stefano felt genuinely fortunate for his disciple’s fate; the Feilengcui Lord was the first ruler who didn’t focus on Xiao Bei’s handso visage but rather purely appreciated his professional achievents and tactical prowess! Had he been within the major human nations’ mage corps, with Xiao Bei’s qualifications, leading a team of eleven mages would be absolutely impossible for at least thirty years!
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