Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

Chapter 997  Real Sorcerer

Seeing Vicente, the specters experienced mixed feelings within their essences. Part of them wanted to flee from this human as quickly as possible, while another part urged them to subdue him and possess his body.

Vicente appeared to be their antithesis, yet also contained the primordial essence of the specters within his being.

The four hideous creatures, white and intensely bright, stood still as they gazed at Vicente's group, uncertain of their next move.

The weakest among them was a 4-Star Magus, while the strongest was a 7-Star Magus, a confrontation Vicente sincerely hoped to avoid.

However, as a Real Sorcerer, Vicente not only possessed the power and curiosity to act, but he also had a duty to banish specters like these from the realm of the living.

Instinctively, Vicente summoned the artifacts needed for the ritual, forming golden and silver symbols around them with candles and other instruments.

Smoke poured from the candles as salt and a bell appeared in Vicente's hands, and he finally released Rex.

Rex, along with Bert and Garin, remained paralyzed, their eyes wide open as they watched Vicente demonstrate his Royal Sorcerer skills—something new and unexpected for the three of them, who were unaware of his profession.

Meanwhile, the specters realized what Vicente truly was and were taken aback. Aware of the capabilities of a Real Sorcerer, they flew towards Vicente, intending to attack.

'Absolute light!' Vicente raised his hands, forming special symbols that began to glow brightly, launching golden rays at the approaching specters.

The creatures opened their mouths and screamed in agony, their essences burning as the golden rays pierced them.

'Dark standstill!' Vicente invoked another power, causing black chains of darkness to bind the specters, momentarily suppressing them.

Real Sorcerers could handle specters much stronger than themselves. Moreover, Vicente was no ordinary person. Once he had restricted the space around the creatures, he prepared to consume their existences.

However, the specters were many. Had there been only one or two, Vicente could have easily defeated them, even with the difference in cultivation. But with more than that present, the creatures united, seeking a favorable outcome despite their predicament.

By getting into position to take Vicente's attacks, the weaker creatures paved the way for the stronger one to escape his area of control and fly at him.

Rex rolled his eyes at the thought of moving, while Bert and Garin broke out in a cold sweat from head to toe.

"Senior Vicente!"

"Master!"

They shouted simultaneously, moments before the spirit body passed through Vicente's skin and penetrated his body.

For a moment, Vicente stopped his outward movements, bringing all his focus to his soul space, where the abominable creature was at this very moment.

'That was your mistake.' He said to the creature as he stood behind it, facing the two magical forms, in particular the Throne of Light and Darkness.

As the creature lost its lust for Vicente's darkness, his soul space glowed brightly, and the throne turned completely white, illuminating its surroundings as if it were a star shining one last time before fading away.

Everything that wasn't natural to Vicente burned amid this glow, with the creature's essence being erased and transformed into pure mana for his temporary control.

He couldn't absorb that amount of mana, but he could use it in place of his own until the energy left behind by the creature consumed by his light was gone.

Back at the place where the other spectres were working hard to resist the powers trying to banish them from the realm of the living, Vicente laughed as he pitted all the energy of that creature against the other specters.

"Master?" Rex asked in doubt, but when he saw the specters suffering even more, he put his heart at ease by taking a step back.

He and the two magicians watched with Vicente as the outskirts of the forest became even darker, a tenebrous horizon even stranger than the ordinary darkness of night. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Once again, Vicente saw that scene unfold, with black clouds descending from the sky, while a desert appeared in the middle of the forest in front of him. From this place, a chariot with flaming horses and symbols of death emerged.

'The Gate of Hell... I didn't expect to see it today. Master Collins said it's not often that it appears. But it's my second time seeing it.' Vicente thought to himself as he felt the terrible sensation of this phenomenon.

'Don't look at anything that's going to happen here. Lower your eyes and avoid letting your curious sides get the better of you.' He advised his people as the executioner collected the unfit souls in this place.

He himself tried to follow this advice, remaining motionless while the two spectral creatures were easily swallowed up by the cells in the executioner's carriage.

But unlike what Vicente had experienced when he was next to Collins, the executioner this time stood still longer than he should have, staring at him.

Vicente was tempted to look to see what was going on, but before he could make any move, the being collecting the specters threw what looked like a dagger towards the ground, 5 centimeters in front of him.

"This is your second time. The third time you call me, you'll get your chance."

The hoarse and ancient voice echoed, causing Vicente to widen his eyes, realizing that the situation had escalated beyond anything Collins had ever taught him or prepared him for in rituals like this.

'What does that mean?' he wondered.

As the voice faded, the surroundings gradually returned to normal. The specters vanished, and the oppressive darkness from the Gates of Hell dissipated into the night.

Bert and Garin felt their souls returning to their bodies, but the experience had pushed them to their limits. Both fell to their knees, overwhelmed by the sight of the Gates of Hell opening.

Rex, though equally exhausted, maintained a dignified stance, observing as his master picked up the black dagger that had appeared before him.

Vicente took the dagger from the creature of the underworld, frowning as he examined it.