Deva Wizard: The Great Xian in King Arthur's Realm

When the word “alphabet user” was uttered, it quivered the hearers, because it was a known fact that there were a few of them as fingers on one hand.

The appearance of the alphabet users was considered the beholders’ luck. They were mysterious figures. Not everyone could see them; in this realm, everyone wanted to meet them. Even kings respected these people.

They were simply on top of each kingdom’s hierarchy; surely, nobody dared to provoke them. Even though some of the alphabet users did not possess high-level magical powers, their real power was persuading powerful people to be their own powers.

There was a time when something happened to an alphabet user; later on, that alphabet user convinced wizard warriors and even archwizards to join in his revenge.

It was obvious that he did not have to handle it himself; just saying his desires and all those powerful individuals were willing to fulfill them. Everyone was glad to have a chance to please him.

Although the actions of the boy right here were considered arrogant, unfortunately, he was qualified to do so.

“Twisted Lazz troubled an alphabet user; he had made a mistake,” someone said.

Milazz was shocked; it showed through the barrier. Then, that twisted face started to turn maniac.

“Do you think this could cage me?”

Milazz madly threw numberless punches at the wall. Nevertheless, no matter how hard he tried, there was no sign that the barrier would crack.

People were watching with their hearts beating like crazy.

“As expected of an alphabet user’s barrier.” Someone in the crowd gave his opinion.

And as a matter of fact, that compliment was true. It was known that the alphabet users’ barriers were awfully strong. They were more powerful than the barriers of the normal wizards; they were used to protect cities.

People who wanted to destroy an alphabet user’s barrier had to have much higher powers than the user.

To break the wall of a blue-alphabet user, which was a beginner level, it required at least a wizard warrior to have a chance.

The stronger the alphabet user was, the more powerful his or her barrier became.

“Our play ends now. It is clear that you are not good enough to be my partner.”

After saying that, Merlin clenched his palm; suddenly, the barrier vanished.

Milazz was in a state of rage when he was released; he quickly jumped up into the air with Merlin being his target.

“Kiddo, you’re such a stubborn one,” Merlin said derisively.

The bystanders were amazed at his word choice calling Milazz, the Twisted Lazz a kid although he was only a bit older than ten and looked like a child. Milazz, on the other hand, was big and tall; he seemed like a teenager in, approximately, the range of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Merlin daring to call Milazz kiddo shocked people. But nobody objected or said anything against it because he had the quality good enough to say that word.

The identity of an alphabet user was higher than any ordinary person.

Just then, Milazz leaped at him; Merlin lifted his twig and tranquilly thrashed Milazz. Nobody else could do something like this.

Yelp!

Getting thrashed by Merlin’s twig, Milazz whimpered; he sounded just like a dog; his body fell onto the ground in a flash.

BAMN!

Seeing that, Merlin slightly shook his head, turned around, and flew to the Great Magic Tower right away.

Milazz and everyone were amazed watching Merlin’s back.

Merlin quickly headed to the Great Magic Tower. It was ten kilometers from where he came from to the destination. After a while, he realized that he was being followed.

Looking behind, he found that it was Michael; the long-eared elf was flying after him.

Fly!

Correct. Michael was flying with his white wings that came out in the middle of his back. That must be a spell from the Naples Kingdom, an ancient land full of nature.

Knowing who his chaser was, Merlin stopped caring and determinedly headed to the tower.

During those several kilometers, there were beasts along the way below him. If he was not flying, he might have to waste so much time dealing with them.

After quite some time, he arrived at the tower. This building had been here since the olden days; it oozed such archaic and sacred senses. Compared to its enormity, a human would be as big as a grain of soil. The tower was gargantuan.

The gigantic marble door exuded a sacred atmosphere; only the door was as tall as ten or even more meters. Its width could have hundreds of people walking through at the same time. It was hard to properly describe its grandeur.

Suddenly Merlin heard a strange noise from behind.

BOOM!

Looking out, he saw blue flames heading his way leaving a straight blue line behind. Those twisted eyes were shining out from afar; it was nobody else but Twisted Lazz.

“This guy is even more sticky than a leech.” Said Merlin after he sighed.

Merlin flew down at the entrance of the tower; he noticed that there was a group of people that had arrived before him. It was unbelievable that someone got here faster than he did but it was probably because he was being involved with Milazz so that group arrived here earlier.

These people must be skilled or else they would not have gotten here this fast. And they were not the only group here. Possibly, there were some groups that had already got in the tower.

Arriving here, he got people staring at him but he did not care at all.

He did not waste any time before walking straight to the door.

After walking past the door, Merlin found a huge hallway decorated with prehistoric patterns; they showed how old this place was. And this hallway was packed with magical flows.

In the center, there was a grand spiral staircase that was the connection to the next floor. These stairs were the way to get up to each floor of this tower.

Walking on the stairs up to each level of the Great Magic Tower was difficult because they needed to encounter the magical pressure sent down from the peak of the tower.

Merlin did not want to waste any time; he levitated and flew to the first steps to the next floor.

When he got to the staircase area, he could feel a slight amount of magical pressure. It was a negligible amount of testing the skills of people who were trying to get to the next level.

It did not take long before he arrived on the first floor. There was a long tunnel up here; this area had more intense magical pressure than when he was on the stairways. However, this magical pressure had no effect on him. They could not threaten him; he was able to move as though nothing happened.

There was a long walkway lying inside the tunnel. Walking on, Merlin found several intersections; he could guess that this tower’s test was the mazes.

Theoretically, there must be a few obstacles testing the attendees’ skills: one of them was the magical pressure on each floor. And he could see that when getting to a higher floor, the magical pressure would be more intense and denser.

The second obstacle was the maze on each floor. Other than the seven-day-stay condition, the magical pressure on each floor gave more brutal hardships to the participants. This was not a complicated test, or else it would not be restricted to only novices and young people like this.

Merlin raised his right hand; suddenly, a blue magical alphabet shone out. With his skills achieving the stem-building stage, he could control objects as he desired. Magical power was no exception. Thinking about making magical alphabets, he could create them just by shaking his hand. It was even easier and faster as a thought making basic magical alphabets that did not require much power.

A magical alphabet appeared in the air; in a short while, it disintegrated and turned into a magical hoop.

When the magical hoop appeared, suddenly, magical waves rippled out of it like the ripples on the water surface. It covered the whole first floor of the tower.

With the senses of this magical hoop, Merlin easily learned about this maze’s exit. He could find the staircase to the second floor as if it was just flipping his hand upside down.

It could be said that this swindle skill was an advantage of an alphabet user.

Someone might have to spend hours or even a day to find a way up the tower; that was not the case for Merlin. These mazes were not such worrisome obstacles; this test was even easier than breathing.

When Merlin heard about the conditions of this test, they did not bother him; he was at ease and not in a hurry walking up the tower.

Arriving at the intersections, he found a group of people running across at speed. They split up and headed in different directions.

Maybe this was their formation: splitting up to find the mazes’ exits. They might have their way to assemble back when someone found a way up to the next floor.

This method was not bad at all; but for Merlin, it was unnecessary.

Merlin was walking on the passages he discovered; suddenly, he sensed a familiar power. And when he turned back, he found somebody.

“It is you again, mad dog.”