Chapter 107: Chapter 96 Throwing Magic’s Enforced Memory and the Story of a Heartless Person_2 Chapter 107: Chapter 96 Throwing Magic’s Enforced Memory and the Story of a Heartless Person_2 Atop the Lion Pallet, the Mayor of Parviga had turned completely into an ice sculpture, lifelike in all respects. The flustered expression on his face was as if it had been crafted by the greatest ice sculptor.

If Ivita hadn’t seen with his own eyes how the Mayor had turned into an ice sculpture, he would certainly believe so.

At this moment, Ivita’s chest was also turning into an ice sculpture.

However, the rate at which his body was turning into ice had slowed considerably when it reached his chest.

Perhaps this magic wouldn’t have succeeded in turning him into an ice sculpture because Ivita could sense the six types of magic within him resisting the enemy’s ice magic.

The enemy severely overestimated their magic and underestimated the intensity and quality of his magic power.

Crucially, at this perilous juncture, Ivita seemed to hear his own heartbeat. Subsequently, his memory was made to replay in his mind, and the surging magic of war responded to his memory with an unprecedented activity.

The Throwing Magic that he had observed previously was now appearing one by one in his mind, from the curse, to the array, and to the principles of the magic.

‘So this is it, the power bestowed by Zeus allows me to incorporate the name of a Greek god into a lightning spell.’

‘The power of Ra allows me to integrate a fiery curse.’

‘And Odin’s power allows me to swiftly comprehend the magic of war during combat.’

‘It seems to be more than simply learning, but rather enhancing my understanding of war magic to the point of thoroughly comprehending it!’

‘The power of the six gods is truly extraordinary. I wonder what the powers of the other three gods are like.’

‘Moreover, I have always been unclear on what exactly my relationship with the six gods is. There are clearly no six gods in the Dark Magic Forest.’

Ivita finally understood what his shadow wanted from him.

His shadow wanted him to master Throwing Magic quickly, and then use this magic to deal with the monster that was a combination of two types of magical powers!

Although he didn’t know why his shadow wanted him to do so, it was worth a try.

Ivita yelled to Lady Alice, “Lady Alice, you should also mobilize the army to protect the members of the council!”

Lady Alice looked at Ivita worriedly. “But…”

“It’s alright,” Ivita reassured, “You go ahead.”

On the other side, Lord Prole, hearing the opponent’s intention to summon the army, suddenly became anxious. He had not anticipated that Lady Alice would not only enter the city hall alive but also had already summoned the army.

He immediately said to the woman in the gray robe, “Damn it, the plan has gone seriously off-track.”

“I must lead the army!”

The woman in the gray robe nodded and said, “You go ahead, leave this to me.”

“It’s just a small fry.”

While Lady Alice and Lord Prole were both amidst the chaos, trying to find their own armies, the heartless woman in the gray robe walked towards Ivita. She casually killed a soldier passing by and took his sword without caring which side the soldier belonged to.

The woman in the gray robe approached Ivita, taking one step, then another. When she was two meters away, she cautiously halted, pointing her sword at Ivita, “Getting too close to you is very dangerous for me.”

“This distance is just right.”

“Many people tend to overlook one thing. The distance can weaken a curse. Even the most ordinary air can weaken a spell bit by bit.”

“Magic without faith is this fragile.”

Ivita looked at her strangely.

Because her sudden sentimental words seemed to reflect her own predicament.

Right, her magic wasn’t hers at all.

Her magic came from the Blood Heaven Dog with bat wings that followed behind her and the Ice Owl Cat that sat on her shoulder.

The one who truly lacked faith in magic was she herself.

‘Does magic require faith?’ Ivita murmured. The Old Witch had never mentioned this to him. Perhaps she believed he inherently understood why magic requires faith.

Seeing the opponent circling him, Ivita felt that he needed a bit more time to fully comprehend the Throwing Magic from his memory.

He needed to buy some time.

Luckily her caution provided him with the opportunity.

Actually, she was probably hesitating whether to wait for the magic trap to completely turn him into an ice sculpture or to charge up and kill him directly.

Ivita had seen through her thoughts, and combat wasn’t just a comparison of physical strength, but also of mental power.

Ivita casually said without revealing his inner thoughts, “I am doomed now. But I don’t understand why you don’t have a heart. How can a person without a heart continue to live?”

“Hm…well, that involves a story,” the woman in the gray robe was also contemplating how to deal with Ivita, “I can tell you my story. But in exchange, you can’t use Thunder Magic if you resist.”

Apparently, Ivita’s previous use of Thunder Magic had left a deep impression on her and induced a great deal of fear.

Wizards and witches who can control thunder are hard to deal with in any situation.

This concept has become a consensus among all witches and wizards.

Ivita sighed, “Where do I still have enough mana to cast a Lightning Curse.”

“The distance between us just now was at least fifty meters. As a wizard apprentice, sustaining such a powerful curse and attacking you across such a distance has already exhausted my mana.”