Reinforcing the Seal, Testing a New Weapon

Peter and the others quickly left, leaving only Aaron and the White Witch, whose seal was waiting to be broken, in the not-so-empty hall.

"I made a bad choice in my friends!" Aaron sighed speechlessly. "This isn't the first time I've encountered this kind of person; in fact, I've encountered them many times."

He's a master at causing trouble, being unreliable, and dragging others down; I always have to clean up his messes.

A 90% chance of success seems high, but if I lose, I'll have to face Great wizard has broken through the seal. They really didn't consider my feelings at all.

The White Witch gave a fawning smile and said gently, "We are both Warlock, there's no need for us to fight to the death."

"This is still necessary; it's either you or me."

"What... what exactly are you after?"

We possess immense power, while they are but ants, deserving only to live under our rule.

Aaron picked at his ear impatiently. "I'm not interested in ruling, but I am quite interested in saving Narnia."

Your power is too great. I'm sorry, I cannot release you.

A flash of hatred crossed the White Witch's eyes. "It seems there's no room for negotiation. But before I vanish, can you answer one question for me?"

"Excuse me."

"They can't see your power, but I can."

With your magic, you could easily annihilate the Telmarine army, why...?

"First of all, the concept of 'harmony' is very complex, and 'harmony' that is easily obtained is not secure."

Secondly, Aslan had a clever little girl warn me not to go too far.

In the end, my hands were covered in blood.

"Although those who died by my hand deserved to die, if I don't restrain myself and start killing indiscriminately, I'll become even more terrifying than you sooner or later." Aaron said very seriously, then glanced at the ice wall that was more than half cracked, and slowly raised his hand.

The next moment, five Magic Array of red, blue, yellow, green, and purple surrounded the ice wall, connecting in mid-air to form a pentagram, continuously compressing the eerie white cold air.

The ice wall Time Stop, but Aaron frowned slightly; the situation seemed a little different from what he had expected.

A force is hindering his seal, and the broken parts of the ice wall cannot be repaired.

"Isn't it surprising? This is the Supreme Grimoire." The White Witch said smugly. "Your sealing magic is quite advanced, isolating me from Adam's blood, but the effects that have already been created are difficult to change."

I have plenty of time; hundreds, even thousands of years are but a blink of an eye for me. Your seal will gradually be worn away by time, and then I will regain my freedom.

"It is a bit troublesome!" Aaron clicked his tongue. "But it doesn't matter. I am confident that I can become a god within a hundred years. When that time comes, I will just take some time to destroy you."

If I'm not mistaken, the Supreme Grimoire only applies to the rules of Narnia; to the gods, it's just a piece of waste paper that can be torn up at will.

"What a joke!" the White Witch roared angrily, her white hair flying wildly within the ice wall.

"This is no joke." Aaron shook his head, then changed the subject, "But let's not. A hundred years is too long. There might be some unexpected events in the middle, and I've never liked leaving any hidden dangers."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron took out a small bottle of purple solution. "I haven't used this stuff since I got it. Using it on a Great wizard today is worth its value."

"What is this?" The White Witch stared in astonishment, her face turning deathly pale. "No, move it away from here, don't let it come any closer."

"Don't worry, you won't feel any pain." Aaron shrugged, then opened the medicine bottle and poured all of the Moon Drop onto the White Witch's staff.

The Supreme Grimoire's protection vanished without a trace at this moment. The five-fold Magic Array instantly shone brightly, completely engulfing the white chill, and the shattered ice wall Reparo.

Seeing the immediate effect of the Moon Drop, Aaron inexplicably felt his heart clench; it seemed like he had lost out this time.

However, his mood improved somewhat after he focused his gaze on the silver-white staff.

Its material is special and it also possesses the power of ice and snow. Taking it back and melting it can also improve the progress of forging the Divine Artifact.

"What's on your mind?"

"I was thinking...it has nothing to do with you," Aaron said, then pulled out the staff and openly put it into his Costume Change Space.

The White Witch's eyes widened. Even if she wanted to take her magic weapon, she should at least wait until after she was dead!

What does "rob in front of you" mean?

It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting!

"That's enough, it's time to send you on your way." Aaron reached into a wine-red Magic Array, took out the Flintlock Pistol Lycoris, and loaded a red bullet into it in front of the White Witch.

"These are enchanted bullets made from Phoenix tail feathers," Aaron explained patiently. "Right now, you're like a fish on a chopping board; any sword could kill you."

You are the first Warlock comparable to Saint Mage to die at my hands, so a proper sense of ritual is still necessary.

"This bullet was something I painstakingly crafted; it contains immense fire energy. This ice wall will melt instantly; you won't even be left with a trace."

White Witch:...

Is it really necessary to describe the act of annihilation in such a refined and elegant way?

The red bullet struck the White Witch squarely between the eyebrows, and in her angry and resentful roar, crimson flames engulfed everything.

Peter and the others outside heard the gunshots and rushed in.

"Where is the White Witch?" Lucy asked.

"Of course I died. I used a very, very, very precious one-time-use magical artifact," Aaron said seriously, even though he still had many of those bullets left.

"Alright!" Peter nodded. "At least we won't have any worries."

"Since you are Warlock, then..." Susan hesitated, "Perhaps I shouldn't ask this, but do you have a way to deal with the Telmarine army?"

The others also looked at Aaron with hopeful eyes, as if they were grasping at a straw.

Aaron was a powerful warrior who could help in the battle, but he wouldn't have much of an advantage against a large army.

But now Aaron is a powerful Warlock, personally recognized by the White Witch, and magic might play a revolutionary role in the war.

"Hmm..." Aaron looked troubled. "I'm just an ordinary fourth-year Warlock, and I still have three years until graduation!"

"What do you mean?" Caspian asked.

Aaron rolled his eyes. "What I mean is that I can't fight an army, and in the end, the Narnian have to rely on themselves."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope inevitably flashed in everyone's eyes, and they quickly cheered up.

"Your Majesty, we must make preparations," Tumnus said.

"I know." Peter nodded emphatically. "Get everyone ready for battle, put on their armor, and put on their weapons. We need to discuss how to deploy our troops."

"And dig traps," Caspian said. "I know the Telmarine army: slingshot suppression, cavalry charge, and finally, a large infantry charge."

If Kuan doesn't change generals temporarily, the attack pattern should remain the same.

Caspian sat on a rock above the bunker, watching the Sun rise in the distance.

Cornelius came over and accompanied his proud student.

"Why do you never talk about my father?"

"My family are Dark Dwarf from the northern mountains," Cornelius said in a deep voice. "I have taken these risks only so that one day you may become a king greater than your ancestors."

"Then I'll let you have your hope," Caspian said, bowing his head.

Cornelius shook his head slightly. "Everything I told you and didn't tell you was because I trusted you."

You have the chance to become the noblest contradiction in history and save the Telmarine of Narnia.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Aaron clapped his hands as he walked over.

Peter and others followed behind him, but they all looked somewhat excited.

"As expected of the prince's teacher, those words are quite insightful."

We won't be staying in this world for long. The hope of saving Narnia rests on your shoulders, so please don't let us down!

"Why are you here?"

"Let's test Aaron's new weapon," Edmund said excitedly. "I thought it was unbelievable that Aaron brought two pistols, but I didn't expect... In short, I was really too narrow-minded."

"New warrior?"

Aaron snapped his fingers, and a green Magic Array appeared, with a black Sniper Rifle about 1.5 meters long falling into his arms.

"This is it," Peter exclaimed. "A heavy sniper rifle. I would never have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

"I love magic," Lucy laughed.

Edmund couldn't resist reaching out his right hand, but before he could touch it, Aaron glared at him and said, "You can look, but you can't touch."

"Hey! Don't be so stingy!" Edmund said sheepishly. "What boy could resist such temptation?"

"You were a king hundreds of years ago, and you can't even resist this little temptation?" Aaron glared at him. "Don't make me despise you!"

Edmund:...

"Why don't you just look down on me!"

Aaron's lips twitched slightly as he looked at his face with a meaningful gaze. "Why don't you stand at the very front and be my target? Even a bullet might not be able to penetrate your skin."

"Stop joking, business is more important," Peter said.

Aaron shrugged, found a suitable spot, and put down his Sniper Rifle.

"Do you see that tree over there?"

"Uh... I don't want to say it like this, but the statues on the other side are all trees," Caspian said awkwardly.

"The one with the fruit."

"We don't have a scope," Susan rolled her eyes. "We're at least a mile from the woods, and we can barely see the trees."

"Please forgive me! It was my oversight. I'll try my best to make it clearer for you ordinary people," Aaron said, then lay down on the ground, adjusted his breathing, pulled the trigger, and aimed.

As magic was infused, a green Magic Array appeared on the scope, and the patterns on the gun body shimmered with a faint light.

The golden bullet shot out and directly snapped a towering Giant Tree two kilometers away.

hiss--

A collective gasp filled the air as Peter three companions stared in disbelief. Caspian and Cornelius both stood up in astonishment.

"This gun...it's a bit too powerful!" Peter exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"More than that," Susan murmured, "It must be at least two thousand meters away!"

"Not much, 2,400 meters," Aaron said proudly. "This gun was made by my ancestor with painstaking effort. Except for the bullets, he completed all the parts on his own."

Its basic specifications far exceed those of ordinary firearms, and its range is two thousand meters.

However, the power that Warlock like me can wield depends on the amount of magic power infused into him. The more magic power infused, the greater the power, but there is also a certain upper limit.

To further increase its power, special bullets would be necessary...

The group listened in stunned silence, unable to process what they had just heard.

"Are Warlock all so up-to-date with the times these days?" Edmund asked in surprise. "I feel like you guys are more skilled with guns than ordinary people."

"Our family has quite a few side businesses, one of which is... arms dealing," Aaron said somewhat sheepishly.

Upon hearing this, Peter three companions exchanged bewildered glances.

The case is solved. No wonder a bald Warlock would carry so many guns; his family's wealth is truly astounding.

"What level of power can it reach at its maximum?" Caspian asked seriously.

"Breaking down the City Gate of Cair Paravel shouldn't be a problem," Aaron said after a moment's thought.

This is an answer that everyone can accept. In fact, with his current level of magic and the bullets that have been enchanted three times, he could blow down not only the City Gate, but also the city walls.

But that would be quite shocking, and he didn't need to tell these people.

"If that's the case, we can hold on," Caspian said with a sigh of relief. "If we're lucky, we might even win this battle."

"The ideal is beautiful, but Reality Stone..." Aaron didn't finish his sentence, but everyone's heart skipped a beat.

"What's the Reality Stone?" Susan asked eagerly.

"The Reality Stone is that the conditions are very limited." Aaron patted the Sniper Rifle rifle. "The magazine capacity is fifteen rounds. I just used one, so I have fourteen bullets left."

Furthermore, my magic power is limited, and I cannot ensure that every shot reaches its maximum power.

"Fourteen chances?" Peter frowned slightly. "That's fine too. As long as we can kill Miraz, the Telmar army will be thrown into chaos, and we'll have a chance to turn the tide."

"No," Caspian said immediately. "This method is not suitable."

The king was the ruler of the Telmarine, but a considerable portion of the power was controlled by the council.

Killing Miraz alone is not enough; they can elect another leader in a short time, and none of us can say what kind of personality that other leader will have.

They might retreat, or they might intensify their attack to avenge their king.

"That's complicated enough," Aaron said speechlessly. "But then again, I never intended to help you kill anyone."

Caspian couldn't hold back any longer. "You can't joke like that!"

"Yes!" Edmund said. "We need your strength in the upcoming battle. We won't be using Sniper Rifle, so your strength is indispensable."