Please listen to the voice of black magic

Roderick was unable to respond to Annan.

He gritted his teeth and couldn't say anything.

Annan glanced at the ferocious expression of his companion and did not continue to ask.

He shifted his gaze and looked around at the situation here.

"The scenery here is pretty good."

Annan's current location should be on the mountain.

Behind him was a dilapidated building, where he and Roderick had come out before. The door to reality that should have existed was now gone, and he didn't know how to get back.

In front of it is a cliff. On the edge of this cliff, it seems that an unknown magic ritual is being held.

Roderick's grandfather's body was surrounded by a three-dimensional green magic circle. The person in charge of this magic circle was the middle-aged man holding a black book. The feminine young man directly under the magic circle should also be a part of this ceremony.

Annan's eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man who was presiding over the magic ceremony.

He originally thought that when he came to the other world, the annoying sounds he heard in his ears would disappear, but they didn't.

After arriving at this place, the noise became clearer and louder.

Then, the source of this disturbing sound was the man presiding over the unknown magical ritual.

To be more precise, it was the black book held in this man's hand.

"What is the origin of that book?"

Annan thought for a moment, then raised the shotgun in his hand and fired a shot at the middle-aged man not far away who had never looked here.

boom!

The scattered bullets shot towards the target quickly.

when!

"oops?"

Annan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Although his marksmanship was not very good, and he was about ten meters away from the target, the scattered bullets could hit the target no matter what.

In fact, the shot he just fired did hit the target, but it was blocked by some invisible force.

Before the shotgun hit the man's body, the bullets stopped, as if they hit an invisible wall and fell powerlessly.

"Magic that can withstand gunfire?"

After a period of magic teaching, Annan is very clear about how low-magic the magic in this world is.

The protective ability of magic is very limited, and it is not enough in the face of modern muskets.

A most basic magic shield can be broken by a pistol bullet, and it is not guaranteed to eliminate the bullet's lethality.

Even the most advanced protective magic is fine, just use a pistol with a few more rounds.

Sometimes a magic shield is not as effective as a bulletproof vest.

"The magic effect in the other world will indeed increase. Is it because of this that it can block bullets so smoothly? Then..."

Annan casually put aside the shotgun that had no bullets, and then took out the rifle hanging from his waist.

Then, he opened the safety of the rifle, pulled the trigger, and continued shooting at the target.

Da da da!

He simply fired all the bullets out of the rifle.

Under normal circumstances, any magic defense would be shattered in the face of this round of attacks.

However, the middle-aged man who was the target was still intact, and the magic ritual there was still going on without being interrupted by external attacks.

"Hey, why is it different from what the professor said? The magic protection here is very strong."

Annan always felt that his common sense about magic was wrong.

So, having fired all the rifle bullets in the last second, he took off the grenade from his waist and threw it at the target.

boom!

After the explosion, the target was still intact.

"So hard."

Annan sighed in his heart, and then took another grenade in his hand.

"etc!"

However, before Annan could continue his attack, Roderick stopped him.

"Wait a minute! Give me some time!"

Annan glanced at Rodrick. He thought for a moment, nodded, and put the grenade back on his waist.

"Hurry up and finish. I don't know when this magic ritual will be completed. They seem to be unable to move now. Don't miss the opportunity."

After Annan finished speaking, he picked up the shotgun that was thrown on the ground and started to reload the bullet clumsily.

Rodrick boldly stepped forward with mixed emotions and looked at Alexis a few meters away. Nares.

"……who are you!?"

Alexis, who had been staring at Annan. Nares turned his attention to Roderick.

"Rodrick, I won't say what I said a second time, or do you dare not face reality?"

"..."

Roderick suddenly raised his rifle and fired all his bullets at Alexis.

However, even at this distance, the rifle bullets could not reach Alexis.

All the bullets were blocked in mid-air, just like Annan's earlier.

"I don't understand! I don't understand! Grandpa!"

Rodrick gritted his teeth and threw away the rifle, took out the pistol from his waist and continued shooting.

Amidst the constant gunfire, Rodrick roared like he was vomiting blood.

"Did black magic erode your sanity!? Why did you kill all your family members!? Why did you destroy the family you built!? Why!?"

"I told you, you let me down."

Alexis stared at Roderick emotionlessly.

"After so many years, no one can inherit the great blood flowing in my body. No one! That's enough! I have spent too much useless time on you! I want to start over! I want to Change my body and continue to pass on my bloodline! And make it great again!"

"Grandfather...no! Trinidad Nares! What on earth are you talking about!? Do you even know what you are doing!?"

Roderick dropped the pistol that had no bullets and rushed forward uncontrollably, wanting to beat the familiar and unfamiliar relatives in front of him with his fists.

However, his fists could only hit some kind of hard invisible barrier. Even if his fists broke the skin and caused blood, he could not touch Alexis who was close at hand.

"Roderick, what are you..."

Alexis suddenly felt a certain aura of power radiating from Roderick's blood-stained fists.

In this crazy state, Roderick unconsciously used the power of vampires, and was later noticed by Alexis.

However, Alexis, who was initially surprised, was ultimately disappointed.

The power that Roderick exuded was completely different from the power that Alexis was pursuing.

"Rodrick, it turns out that you have turned into a mutant... But, you did not inherit my blood..."

Alexis sighed repeatedly.

"What a pity, Roderick. If you could awaken the bloodline of the great magic noble, all of this might not have to happen..."