: : Create the age of magic

An unremarkable plane in the plane vortex...
The warm sunlight shone on the ground, the weeping willows on the street danced with the spring breeze, and the dogs with long hair were chasing and playing, it was a gentle scene.
In this city, a badge, a six-pointed star and a woman are hung on the door of every household.
A brown-haired man in a traveler's costume, holding a book, pointed to the badge on the door and asked an aunt: "What is this?"
The aunt looked around, then pulled him into the corner.
"Don't ask directly, the holy emblem under the crown of the magic goddess Fiona! When someone hears that you are bound to be burned!"
"The goddess of magic?" The man's eyes narrowed: "Tell me everything you know, everything about this woman."
"Don't dare, let others know that I chew the goddess's tongue behind me, and I will die!" Auntie was taken aback.
"Tell me what you know!"
A faint red light flashed in the man's eyes, and the aunt's eyes became blurred, and she couldn't help but say:
"Under Fiona's crown is the only in this world, and all the intelligent lives of the entire world believe in her.
She has been a magic genius since she was a child. When she became the strongest magician, she established a magic sect, collected the beliefs of all people on the entire continent, and eventually became the only magic goddess.
She is the only ruler of this continent. There is a huge kingdom of God in the center of the world, where is her residence.
Many countries have been wiped out because they disobeyed her, so no one dares to disobey her decree.
Fortunately, her requirements are not harsh, she just asks to pray to her at a fixed time every day..."
"Okay, that's it. You don't need to recite her name anymore." The man waved his hand, and the aunt walked away, without remembering what had just happened.
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In the center of the world, in a huge tower like a mountain, the goddess of magic Fiona sits on the throne like a statue.
Under her feet, tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground, praising her merits.
Suddenly, a man holding a book appeared in the temple, flew to the height of Fiona, and looked at her indifferently.
"presumptuous!"
"Quickly roll down!"
"Don't look at God directly!"
The servants of the gods who were kneeling below kept verbally criticizing the man.
"Shut up, then get out!"
The man ordered that everyone except Fiona closed their mouths tightly, and then exited the temple in an orderly manner, just because of his words.
"I'm very curious, who you are, I have been a for so many years, and I have never seen such a powerful mage like you." Fiona did not panic, but said proudly to the man.
"My name is Douglas Mehmhelin, the eldest son of the great Master Yuanzu, the seventh-generation president of the Magic Council, and the man who forge miracles. I am currently traveling in the sea of ​​endless planes." The man turned out to be Horn's son. .
"The Magic Council... After becoming the God of Magic, I did trace the roots of magic, so I know that magic came from another plane, an organization called the Magic Council."
Fiona looked at this Douglas slightly more solemnly, and then said: "As you are the messenger of the Magic Council, I don't care about your disrespect to me."
Douglas didn't express dissatisfaction with Fiona's arrogant attitude, but looked at her plainly.
"So, what is the messenger of the Magic Council doing this time?"
"I ask you to remove the godhead of the God of Magic. The Magic Council can help you condense other godheads, or make you a legendary mage. Magic itself does not require the existence of gods. The existence of the of magic is the foundation of the magic system. Poison, so you can no longer be the of magic." Douglas said calmly.
Fiona almost laughed angrily: "You that doesn't know where it comes from, this is enough to give you face, as the only of magic, it should be you who come to worship me, dare Tell me to remove the godhead, are you kidding me? I am giving you face by not killing you!"
"Then you just refused?" Douglas frowned.
"What do you mean?" Fiona said sarcastically.
"There is no room for negotiation?" Douglas confirmed again.
"Of course not, you'd better get out when I'm in a good mood."
"Hey..." Douglas sighed: "The frog sitting on the well and watching the sky will never see the world outside the well. It should be a good magician to be the of magic. It is really a pity."
Fiona raised her eyebrows, and a huge magic ball hit Douglas.
However, she was surprised to find that the magic ball dissipated into pure magic before it even touched Douglas, without even a slight ripple aroused!
Only then did she discover that the power of the man in front of her might far exceed her imagination!
At the same time she was shocked, her neck was held by Douglas~EbookFREE.me~ Her earth-shattering energy could not do anything, just like a most ordinary weak woman, pinched by Douglas. Floating in the air.
"Magic doesn't need gods. Since you don't need cooperation, then you'd better die. Anyway, I can't understand your behavior. If it's not because you have good magic talents, I would not bother to ask you.
Afterwards, his hand was slightly hardened, Fiona's neck was twisted, and the magical died like this, dead like an ordinary person, without any vision.
Douglas's title is the man who casts miracles, and letting a die like an ordinary person is a miracle in one respect.
After that, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands clean, and then said:
"According to Article 4 of the Magna Carta, no gods related to magic are allowed. Fiona, the goddess of magic, has been killed by me. Everyone in this world, you are free."
By the way, this voice spread to every corner of the world. Upon hearing this news, some laughed, some cried, and some did not believe it, but in the end, Douglas relieved the world of a huge burden.
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Outside Ceylon, there is a mage tower larger than the entire continent. At the top of this mage tower is Horn's residence.
There were countless worlds in his eyes, and when he saw Douglas beheading the goddess of magic, he nodded secretly.
Now, his original dream can be said to be overfulfilled. Not only the wild witches of Ceylon were liberated, but also the magic spread to most of the world.
Countless planes have concluded a covenant with Ceylon, and the Magic Council headed by Horn is also a decisive force in the vortex of the entire world.
He created an era of magic!