Lars' reaction was very fast. Almost instantly, he reacted, raised his right leg and a round kick broke through the air and rushed behind him.

"boom!!!"

With a trembling sound of the earth, the glass of the tall building on the left instantly shattered by the rush, turning into countless glass fragments and falling on the ground.

But even with this terrifying leg strike, the man behind him remained motionless, raised his left hand slightly, and blocked the attack with his arm.

The man's long hair was flying with the wind, and his white coat also swayed...

"Who are you?" Lars said with a serious expression.

"Just an ordinary school doctor."

While talking, Lars retreated nearly a hundred meters in a flash, and his right hand raised also condensed thick black light spots.

That is Wang Xu's flash, and only the top Daxu will use it.

Because it is too powerful and can distort time and space, it is prohibited from being used within the Mitsuya Palace by Aizen.

The space around was distorted due to the condensation of this energy, spreading to the surroundings like a black hole, gradually swallowing...

The flicker quickly condensed successfully, and the Wastord roared at Roman in the distance with a ferocious expression.

"Wang Xu..."

"boom!!!"

At the same time, with his own strength, Roman instantly crossed the distance of hundreds of meters. The reinforced concrete ground under his feet cracked due to his power, and large pieces of rocks bulged around him.

Accompanied by the terrifying air explosion, the glass of the buildings along the way shattered, under the crystal fragments in the sky, and under the shrinking pupils of Lars.

Before the word Wang Xu could be called out, Roman came to him.

When Lars recalled that scene again, he had already forgotten the person's appearance.

I only remember that it was a ferocious beast covered in human form, shrouded in black shadows!

Scarlet eyes, bloodthirsty, cruel, fierce, this is what Lars is.

Because next, a fist that looked thin and thin came towards us──

"boom!!!"

Roman's friendship broke the Yan fist and slammed the Wastord's mask firmly.

The air waves generated by the impact of the two spread to the surrounding areas, causing the broken glass fragments that were still in the air to fall into the surrounding buildings, and all the electronic products to overturn.

Then.

"Click."

The crisp sound of bone shattering came from the impact point of the fist.

Lars was bombarded at this moment, penetrated dozens of buildings in succession and finally submerged in the ruins.

Roman wanted to chase him, but suddenly thought of something and stopped.

He flew to Sherlock, looked at the huge wound on his chest that was blasted out by a bounce, and felt his gradually lost life.

He stretched out his hand with a serious expression, and the magical light condensed in his hands, helping Sherlock recover from his injuries.

After gradually recovering from his state, Sherlock raised his head. Although his eyes were tired, he seemed to grab the last straw and looked at Roman eagerly.

"Doctor, can you save her?"

Roman was silent, "The soul has been swallowed by the Wastead. Even if it is killed by the god of death, it will only enter hell with it, or become the soul of the underworld."

Sherlock's eyes were dim, and he hugged Helen's body in his arms, trembling.

"wrong……"

Sherlock remembered something, raised his head suddenly, and said excitedly, "There is a way, there must be a way, and the power of magic can be done!

Solomon used the cycle of light to trace back hundreds of years to resurrect all those who died in the battle of the abyss.

As long as I can learn that magic... as long as..."

"But you are not Solomon," Roman said. "No magician in this world, at least in this generation, can reach his position."

Roman was explaining a very real fact. Although it was realistic, he could not sit still and see the young child in front of him, and fell into the evil path because of this unrealistic fantasy.

"Yes... I am not Solomon, I do not have the wisdom given by God, nor the ten precepts given by God, nor any genius." Sherlock murmured in a low voice, "But..."

His eyes were red and his head raised, his breathing was slightly disordered, and there was a blazing fire in his eyes.

"I can spend longer than him, I will keep trying to survive, and even if I become the evil ghost of that hell, I will keep living!

If ten years don’t work, I will use it for a hundred years. If a hundred years don’t work, I will use it for a thousand years!! Live until I learn that magic one day!"

Roman looked at him quietly, looking at Sherlock with a stubborn face.

Suddenly, a nasal sound was made, revealing an unknowing smile.

"Is it obvious that a magician who is less than twenty-three years old and has only been in the devil's path for nine years, so how dare you say such big talk?"

"What do you know?" Roman's mockery made Sherlock angry.

But soon, he calmed down, suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, lowered his head, and enveloped himself in the shadow. After a moment, his low voice came from below...

"I promised to protect her, but I broke my promise.

The teacher said that the magician’s promise is magical. If you promise, you must complete it!”

“Even if… it was a very lonely journey.”

“Even so.”

"So, since that's the case, let's show it to me."

Sherlock raised his head and looked at Roman with some confusion.

Roman looked down at him from a high point, with magical brilliance in his eyes.

"Prove it to me, your determination."

The moment the words fell, the scenes around were changing, and the dim night sky was replaced by clear blue sky and white clouds.

The towering steel forest was also replaced by a magnificent ancient temple.

On both sides are thick pure white Roman columns, and the clear-layer pure white staircase is a throne, and the chair behind the throne is a crescent carving.

"Is this... an inherent barrier?"

Sherlock murmured softly, he opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Roman in front of him incredibly.

"Doctor Roman, you...who are you?"

"It's just an ordinary school doctor who knows a little magic." Roman said seriously.

It’s no longer ordinary to have an inherent barrier!!!

Sherlock complained in his heart.

"Let's talk about the main business first. Sherlock, have you heard of the five great Dharmas?"

"I've heard of it a little."

"In the distant Solomon era, magic and magic were actually two concepts. All human beings can create the same effect through their own wisdom, and are called magic.

Just like the flame technique, human lighters can also ignite flames, which is called magic.

Magic is the world at the end of human wisdom.

But magic is not covered by any of them, and it is lonely outside of heaven."

"Does the magic...?" Sherlock murmured in disgrace, and then said excitedly, "Is the one Solomon used "magic"?"

Roman did not rush to admit it, but continued to say slowly.

"The so-called magic is the study of history.

The good and evil karma created by people and the cycle of stars are all determined by fate.

However, magic is the destiny of God outside the heavens.

This is the karma that both humans and stars are excluded from them, but some people regard it as a miracle to admire and praise it.

This is a naked sin, and the so-called magic is an existence as an enemy of mankind.

Therefore, the existence of nurturing magic will definitely be erased by people and stars.
Chapter completed!