Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

The Throne of Darkness appeared behind Vicente, while the magic circle descending against him and Nova, with inscriptions slowly trying to connect to them, paused.",

The six Paragons saw Vicente's seven magical essences, six of them cyan and two green, something superior even to the combination of their 30 pentagrams!

"Shit! Is he that strong?" One of the Mid-level Paragons in the group shouted as he felt the shadows around him move strangely, his mana diminishing rapidly as the magic circle seemed to have reached its limit.

"Temple Master, do something! He's going to break our formation!" another individual, one of the Paragons allied with the Congregation of Revelation, from the Tamor Dynasty, shouted.

However, the Temple Master was in no mood to listen to his fellow attackers!

As Vicente countered their combined move, the young Fuller identified the strongest element of the enemy formation. Merging his mana with Torne's, he used his two magical forms to attack the Temple Master.

With his electromagnetic powers, Vicente put the strongest High-level Paragon in the area into a state of suppression, leaving him barely able to move his mana through his body.

Meanwhile, a demon of darkness emerged from the shadow of this man, growing as it became visible to everyone.

Vicente didn't hesitate. Those six had attempted a deadly attack on him, intending to kill him or seriously injuring him so that they could take him with them. It was only fair for him to kill them, without thinking too much about what a loss it would be for humanity to lose these six Paragons.

The dark demon took advantage of the Temple Master's immobility and crossed his chest with one of its arms.

At the sight of the Temple Master, the strongest of their group, having his body pierced by a blast of darkness, all the Paragons united against Vicente trembled in fear, sensing bad omens.

The darkness from the demon's arm entered the Temple Master's body, eating away at the man's soul before blisters appeared on his skin, drawing the attention of his allies.

"That..."

BOOOOM!

Suddenly, the Temple Master's body exploded, scattering his blood, bones, and flesh all over the area, his soul obliterated, already impossible to feel.

Gulp!

'Shit! We're dead!' The other High-level Paragons in the area felt Vicente's terror and realized their big mistake in acting against this man.

"Merc—" He was about to yell at Vicente as he stopped pouring his mana into the completely cracked formation that was about to explode.

Suddenly, a black trident that sliced through the sky pierced his body from behind, shattering it in an unbelievable way.

"Fuck! This isn't what we were called for!" One of them turned to flee, but the formation against Vicente exploded, causing each of those four Mid-level Paragons to feel their souls being wounded as blood flowed from their mouths.

moved after leaving an electromagnetic shield around Nova.

He crossed the distance between himself and the farthest enemy in a single second before grabbing the man by the neck, the darkness of his cloak and crown of darkness quickly hanging over the man.

Vicente threw his opponent's body at another of those Paragons like a cannonball, launching it with such speed that when it hit his target, it knocked out two enemies in one fell swoop.

Both fell unconscious before a crushing pressure washed over their bodies, deforming their remains, breaking their bones, and, most importantly, destroying their souls.

The metal in the area pursued the two remaining Mid-level Paragons, grabbing their wrists and heels and pinning them down.

Shadow demons appeared near them, charging at them like hungry animals before brutally tearing off parts of their bodies and destroying them while they were still conscious.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

Cries of pain rang out for a minute before the last of these men lost their lives to Vicente's shadow subjects.

Seeing they were all dead, having suffered enough before their end, Torne left his master's body. "That was close. It seems the members of the Congregation of Revelations have developed suppressive techniques against Dark Path beings, master."

Vicente nodded to Torne, having noticed earlier he had faced a much greater challenge than he had expected when dealing with only 4 Mid-level and 2 High-level Paragons.

The magic circle from earlier had made him feel stifled for a moment, limiting his dark powers along with Torne's.

If it weren't because he had a very pure negative magic form, was already a Mid-level Paragon, and had a Light Path magical form, he might have had trouble killing those enemies!

But unfortunately for his opponents, even though they had a strong suppression technique, they underestimated Vicente and were now dead!

Vicente then collected the items from these six corpses before storing them in his spatial ring.

"Let's go. I'll take care of this in the future." He commented as he picked up Nova's unconscious body, who was fine, having only fainted from the strong magical pressure of moments ago.

As he left for Dryhaven, Vicente had a solemn expression on his face as he summoned the reason for this action from one of those spatial rings.

"Tsk! Damn vermin! They're really going to get in our way," Vicente muttered sourly as he burned the copy of the technique created by the vampires and used by the Congregation of Revelations to create their first Magus.

Vicente was not interested in it. Such a technique should be erased from history. As long as it existed, there would be people willing to hunt Dark or Light Path beings in order to profit from sacrificing the magical essences of beings of opposite paths to their own.

Both Light and Dark Path magicians were necessary for the stability of the continent. The only way to restore order to the continent would be to destroy such a technique and unite the magicians of both paths!

So he set out on his last journey before returning to Metal City.