The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

"I still don't understand. If it is true as you said, Wilbur is looping the death of these people infinitely, then how does he control time?" Constantine asked.

"And even if he has practiced black magic, the price he has to pay and the backlash he has to endure if he wants to cast such a magic. As far as I know, among the magicians, for hundreds of years, only the Supreme Mage

One person can do it.”

"The Supreme Mage has the inheritance of Emperor Weishan, and is also in charge of countless treasures. I am not surprised that she can do it, but how can this British nobleman do it?"

"Indeed..."

Lord sighed after hearing this and said, "I'm also very curious as to why he can do it."

Manipulating time is a forbidden art in magic. Even the Karma Taj lineage, which has the inheritance of white magic and is blessed by the Trinity God, has strict laws on this magic. The Supreme Mage still has to pay a serious price, let alone Will.

Bur Whateley, is he just a British aristocrat?

Magic is not free.

Casting any kind of magic, no matter how insignificant its effect is, requires a corresponding price. This is an absolute iron law in the magic world, and even the Supreme Mage cannot violate it.

Spells are like a loan relationship. The mage contacts the existences in other dimensions through specific gestures and spells, and borrows the corresponding power from them. No matter how big or small the power is, it needs to be repaid after the operation.

With every spell cast, the body will suffer backlash. Depending on the effect of the spell, the intensity of the backlash will also change. The only way to solve these backlashes is to eat those disgusting magical creatures.

Even if Karma Taj, who mainly uses white magic, borrows money from the Holy Trinity Vishan Emperor, he still needs to pay a different price.

Some extremely powerful black magic, which comes from those terrible dimensional demons, requires human beings' negative emotional energy, and it must be very strong, such as sacrificing loved ones, relatives and friends.

So Constantine rarely uses magic, partly because of the rules he set, and partly because of the costs. Sometimes he would rather die than eat those disgusting magical creatures.

Based on the clues collected so far, Constantine is almost certain that this is a very large and powerful black magic, but he does not know that it came from the dimension demon.

So here comes the question...

A mere upper-class British aristocrat has neither orthodox magical heritage nor any treasure that can withstand the backlash and price. How did he display this powerful black magic?

"He... doesn't have to pay the price."

Nexia was silent for a moment, with a hint of hidden disgust in her eyes, and said, "I'm sorry I can't tell you the reason, but please believe me, this is the fact."

Without having to pay a price or suffer backlash, you can cast an absolute cycle spell with such a huge range and control time at will?

Constantine's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he opened his mouth feebly, trying to retort something impossible, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.

It’s not impossible, it’s very possible!

In fact, he has experienced many "impossibles" since he stepped into this hotel, and everything broke his impression of the norm.

The Weeping Angels that use time as energy, and the extremely evil black magic. What he has seen so far has almost shattered his worldview into pieces. What else is impossible to happen?

Lord didn't want to delve into this. Instead of making wild guesses here, it would be better to go directly to the banquet hall and look for any clues, so he said: "After Wilbur walked out of the room, he suddenly disappeared. I guess he

It should be on the ninth floor, let’s go to the eighth floor to have a look.”

The floor structure of the entire underground hotel is a replica of the above-ground Canozal Hotel. The area up to the eighth floor is exactly the same. The only difference is that there is no entrance to the ninth floor.

So the most important thing for them right now is to find where the entrance to the ninth floor is, and then see what secrets this weird Wilbur Whateley hides here.

Moreover, the 'key' that Naxia mentioned was probably hidden by Wilbur on the ninth floor, if nothing unexpected happened.

According to normal analysis, the ninth floor should be just below the eighth floor, so Lord planned to check first to see if they had missed any mechanisms or important clues.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

The three of them returned here again, and the crisp sound of the clock echoed in the empty banquet hall, and the appearance of everything here returned to the way it was when they first saw it.

Gululu...

Constantine looked sad, covering his almost withered belly, looking at the remaining food on the table, and sighed helplessly: "What a pity these meals are, if only I could eat them."

"Aren't you the God of Death?"

Lord heard the sound of hunger, turned around and looked at him in surprise, and asked: "The spirit seeds here are not very rare. It should be fine to meet daily needs, right?"

"Not the kind of hunger you understand."

Constantine waved his hand, shook his head and said: "My stomach is ringing because of the backlash of the spell, so I need to eat magical creatures. Ordinary spiritual power and food are of no use to me."

Lord seemed to understand, and he didn't understand the mage profession, so he could only pat him on the shoulder comfortingly and said, "Then there's nothing we can do about it. Just stay with us until the matter is resolved."

The search lasted for a long time.

But no matter how hard they searched, they scraped three feet away and couldn't find any entrance or anything that looked like a mechanism. It seemed like it was just an ordinary banquet hall.

Boom ~ boom ~ boom ~

As the hands overlapped again and pointed to the number twelve, the deep and dull bells sounded again in the hall, the surrounding things became blurred, and a strong sense of twisted dizziness gradually spread from the bottom of the heart to the mind.

Time, it’s time to repeat it again!

But this time, Lord, who had been observing the surroundings, suddenly narrowed his eyes into a thin line, and a terrifying light appeared in his eyes. It seemed that he had discovered something, and he took half a step forward and pulled out the gun from his waist.

Zanpakutō.

Qiang——

Constantine, who was in the twisted space, suddenly felt an explosion of spiritual pressure, as unstoppable as a stormy sea. A silvery cold light that was extremely bright suddenly cut off the chaotic void!

"Shoot him, sharpshooter!"

The boiling spiritual pressure suddenly gathered and turned into a dazzling light, bursting out with extremely sharp sword energy, tearing the void in front of them apart!

The floor and the long table of the banquet hall were split into two by this sword light, and the cut edges were as smooth as mirrors, as if they were originally that way.

Constantine raised his head and looked along the direction of the blade extension, and found that the target of Lord's attack was the wall clock embedded in the white relief wall facing the door.

Click...

A huge crack spread from the surface of the wall clock, and then more and more cracks covered the entire crimson clock body.

"Time... does not repeat!"

Constantine looked around and suddenly realized that the entire hotel's time loop seemed to have been destroyed!

But before he could be happy, he saw that the entire banquet hall suddenly shook, the crystal lamp above his head shook wildly, and the slender iron chain connected to the lamp body made bursts of heart-stopping sounds.

The vibration lasted for about ten seconds, and the crystal lamps finally couldn't bear it anymore. They fell down one by one, smashed to the ground and shattered into crystal slag. As the only light source disappeared, the entire hall suddenly became pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

suddenly!

Constantine felt his eyes go dark, and something flashed past, but the speed was too fast and the light was insufficient, so he couldn't see the shape clearly.

But he can be sure that that thing that flashed past was definitely a living creature!

because......

In this dark space, he could clearly hear that in addition to the three of them, there was a fourth breathing!