the black magician teleport to the another word book 1

title 5:new beginning

Elias As he was leaving there the old man used his telepertiision magic back to the novl And he went straight to the guild and did a mission his mission was to kill goblins on the website he left the guild went to the side and used teleportation when he got there He saw a woman about to be attacked by ghosts, he used his new gun, a machine gun, he shot the God bless and went to the woman

Elias said Are you okay are you hurt did you get hit by the skins what is your name

Joan said It's okay, Joan, I'm an adventurer, my mission is to kill the goblins, but there are a lot of them Good thing you came Elias, you saved my life

Elias said let's get them and bring them to the guild to get the money and eat outside right away

A grin split Elias's face. "Money and food? Sounds like a plan, Joan. But first, let's make sure these goblins aren't a respawn." He crouched beside the closest fallen creature, examining its lifeless husk. Goblins, despite being low-level monsters, could regenerate if not dealt a final blow.

Joan, wiping the dust off her leather armor, peered over his shoulder. "How can you tell?"

Elias pointed to a faint smoldering mark on the goblin's chest. "See that? That's a magic brand from my new gun. Makes sure they stay put." He winked, holstering the weapon. "Alright, lead the way. Where's their nest?"

Joan whistled. Relief flickered in her eyes, a stark contrast to the earlier terror. "Follow me. It's a cave system a little further down the path."

Together, they ventured deeper into the woods. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, casting flickering shadows on the forest floor. Joan, more cautious now, kept a lookout while Elias scanned their surroundings, his senses heightened for any sign of danger.

They arrived at the mouth of the cave – a gaping maw shrouded in perpetual darkness. An unsettling chill emanated from within. Joan hesitated, gnawing on her lip. "There's gotta be another way."

Elias chuckled, sensing her fear. "Relax, I've got some tricks up my sleeve, literally." He patted a pouch at his side containing vials filled with luminous liquids. "We'll have light."

Uncorking one vial, he flicked his wrist, sending a shower of shimmering green

sparks into the cave. The darkness receded, revealing a network of tunnels branching out like gnarled fingers. The scent of damp earth and something acrid filled the air.

"Ready?" Elias asked, offering Joan a reassuring smile.

Taking a deep breath, Joan straightened

her shoulders. "As I'll ever be."

With Elias taking the lead, they plunged into the unknown, their mission far from over. The cave system held secrets beyond simple goblin hordes, and a new chapter of their adventure had just begun.The green luminescence cast an eerie glow on the damp cave walls as Elias and Joan ventured deeper. The silence was broken

only by the dripping of water and the crunch of their boots on the uneven ground. The air grew colder, and the acrid stench intensified, making Joan wrinkle her nose.

Suddenly, a guttural screech echoed through the cavern, sending shivers down Joan's spine. Elias stopped, hand hovering near his gun.

"Sounds like more goblins," he murmured,

eyes narrowed. "But something's different about that screech..."

Before Joan could respond, a hulking figure emerged from a side tunnel. It was a goblin alright, but much larger and more muscular than the ones they had encountered earlier. It was covered in crude armor stitched together from scavenged hides, and its eyes glowed with a malevolent red light.

"A Goblin Champion!" Joan exclaimed, drawing her sword. "They're much tougher. We need to be careful."

Elias grinned, a touch of excitement in his eyes. "Careful? Where's the fun in that? Let's show this overgrown runt what a real adventurer can do."

He charged forward, firing his machine gun at the creature. The Champion roared in defiance, raising a massive spiked club to deflect the bullets. The air crackled as

some of the projectiles bounced harmlessly off the magically reinforced armor.

Seeing Elias's tactic wasn't working, Joan launched into action. With surprising agility, she darted around the Champion, weaving between its clumsy swings. She landed blow after blow on its exposed underbelly, drawing angry roars with each hit.

The Champion turned its attention to Joan, momentarily forgetting Elias. This was the opening Elias needed. He unloaded another clip into the creature's back, the bullets finding their mark through the weak point in the armor. The Champion shrieked in pain, staggering back.

Joan pressed her advantage, driving her sword deep into the Goblin Champion's shoulder. It crumpled to the ground with a final bellow, defeated.

Elias and Joan stood panting, catching their breath in the stale cave air.

"That was a close one," Joan admitted, wiping sweat from her brow. "Thanks for the assist back there."

"No problem," Elias replied, holstering his gun. "But I think there might be more of them coming. This might be their territory."

He pointed to a tunnel behind the fallen Champion, where faint red lights flickered in the distance.

Joan's face paled slightly. "Maybe there is another way out of here after all..."

A low growl echoed from the tunnel, confirming Elias's suspicion. They were trapped. With a determined glint in their

eyes, they exchanged a look. This cave held more than goblins, and they were just getting started

.Elias said I will use my magic gun magic he pulls out a gun AK47 and M4 finalitanya the maching of the M4And he gave the AK47 to Joan, I'll teach you how to use it, pull it up and pull the trigger, and I'm sure you'll hit someone, don't f**k with your side.

Joan hesitated, the weight of the unfamiliar AK-47 a foreign sensation in her hand. She'd spent years honing her

swordsmanship, the dance of blade and body an extension of herself. This clunky machine felt alien, a symbol of brute force rather than elegant precision.

Elias, sensing her apprehension, nudged the gun with his elbow. "Don't worry, it's easier than it looks. Just like aiming with your bow, just a bit louder." He winked, trying to lighten the mood, but the grim reality hung heavy in the air.

Taking a deep breath, Joan hefted the weapon. It felt heavier than expected, the metal cold against her skin. Elias positioned himself beside her, demonstrating the basic mechanics. His calloused fingers moved with practiced ease as he chambered a round, flipped the safety, and pointed the gun down the tunnel, away from her.

"Alright," he explained, "keep it pointed forward, finger off the trigger until you're ready to shoot. Short bursts are better than spraying bullets everywhere. It'll kick back a bit, so brace yourself."

Joan mimicked his actions, the weight of the gun a constant reminder of the danger that lurked unseen in the darkness ahead. The low growls grew louder, punctuated by

the rhythmic thumps of approaching footsteps. Sweat slicked her palms, the nervous tremor a stark contrast to the practiced calm she usually maintained during combat.

Suddenly, a hulking figure emerged from the tunnel, its eyes glowing malevolent red. It was another goblin champion, this one slightly bigger than the last, its spiked club dragging against the ground. It let out a guttural roar, charging towards them with surprising speed.

Adrenaline surged through Joan. There was no time for hesitation. She raised the

AK-47, aligning the sights with the charging creature. Holding her breath, she squeezed the trigger.

The world erupted in a staccato barrage of sound. The gun kicked violently in her grip, the recoil nearly throwing her off balance. Dust swirled in the cramped cave as bullets tore through the air, some finding their mark, others glancing off the creature's thick hide.

The goblin champion faltered, a pained bellow escaping its throat. It clutched its shoulder, where a spray of bullets had

ripped through its armor. Joan, surprised by the effectiveness of her first volley, didn't waste a moment. She fired another short burst, aiming for the exposed underbelly.

This time, her aim was truer. The creature

spasmed, letting out a death cry before collapsing in a heap just a few feet from them. The stench of burnt flesh and gunpowder filled the air, a grim reminder of the brutal reality of their situation.

Elias, who had been firing with his M4 alongside her, let out a relieved whoop. "Nice shooting! See, wasn't so bad, was it?"

Joan lowered the gun, her hands still shaking slightly. Witnessing the raw power of the weapon, the ease with which it could

take a life, sent a shiver down her spine. It was a necessary tool in this situation, but the weight of responsibility felt heavy on her shoulders.

"We can't stay here," Elias said, his voice grim. "There could be more of them. We need to find another way out, and fast."

He pointed towards a narrow passage branching off from the main tunnel, barely wide enough for a single person to squeeze through. "This might be our only option."

Joan peered into the darkness, the passage disappearing into an ominous black hole. It felt like a desperate gamble, but with the growls from the main tunnel intensifying, it was their only hope.

Swallowing hard, Joan turned to Elias. "Lead the way."

Together, they squeezed through the narrow opening, the rough stone scraping against their armor and skin. The passage sloped downwards, plunging them deeper into the bowels of the earth. The air grew heavy and stale, the darkness pressing in on them from all sides.

They crawled for what felt like an eternity, the silence broken only by their ragged breaths and the occasional drip of water from the unseen ceiling. Just when Joan thought she couldn't take another step, the

passage opened up into a small cavern.

A faint, blue light emanated from the far end, casting an otherworldly glow on the dusty floor. Curiosity gnawed at Joan, but exhaustion held her back. They collapsed onto the cavern floor, catching their breath in the relative silence.

"What do you think that is?" Joan asked, gesturing towards the light.

Elias shrugged, his face etched with fatigue. "Could be anything. Let's rest for a bit, then we'll check it out. But first things first."

He rummaged through his backpack, pulling out a pouch filled with dried meat and fruit. Joan did the same, sharing their meager rations in the dim light. As they ate

As they ate, a low hum echoed through the cavern, vibrating through the stone floor.

Elias and Joan exchanged a worried glance. The sound wasn't the familiar growl of the creatures they'd faced earlier. It was something else entirely, a mechanical thrum that sent shivers down their spines.

"What was that?" Joan whispered, her voice barely audible over the droning hum.

Elias shook his head, his brow furrowed. "I don't know, but it doesn't sound friendly."

He finished his meager meal, shoving the pouch back into his backpack with a sigh.

"We can't stay here for long. That light might be our way out, or at least offer some answers. We need to be cautious, but we also need to move."

Joan, despite the gnawing fear in her gut, knew he was right. They couldn't afford to waste time. With newfound resolve, she pushed herself to her feet, muscles protesting after their cramped crawl. She checked her M4, the familiar weight offering a sliver of comfort.

Together, they crept towards the source of the blue light, the hum growing louder with each step. The cavern floor transitioned from smooth stone to a dusty, uneven path, littered with debris. As they rounded a bend, the source of the light came into view.

Their breath hitched in their throats. It wasn't a natural phenomenon, but a machine. A massive, metallic contraption stood humming in the center of the cavern, tendrils of blue light pulsing from its core. Strange symbols glowed on its surface, indecipherable but undeniably alien.

A low whirring sound filled the air as a panel on the machine hissed open, revealing a dark interior. Joan tensed, her finger hovering over the trigger of her M4. This wasn't what they'd expected. Was this machine their salvation or their doom?

Elias, ever the pragmatist, lowered his weapon slightly. "Maybe it's not here to hurt us," he murmured, his voice barely a

whisper.

But before they could contemplate the situation further, a figure emerged from the machine's opening. It was humanoid in shape, but unlike anything they'd ever seen. Tall and slender, with smooth, metallic skin that shimmered in the blue light, its head was shrouded in shadow.

The figure's eyes, however, were

unmistakable. Two orbs of pure white light stared out at them, devoid of emotion, yet somehow intelligent. In that moment, Joan knew their fight for survival had just taken a drastic turn.And suddenly his eyes lit up and And suddenly his eyes lit up and attacked Elisa and Joan, they jumped to avoid the machine's attack

Elias said We can't do that with our weapons I'll use the magic gun magic light teleport helicopter and the helicopter came down and they got on it and and flew in the air hold on tight maybe Falling down, he rained missiles on the machine, he hit it with Michelle yeoh and there was also a missile attached to the helicopter and he also used it He rained bullets on her miserably and enthusiastically

Alarms blared within the metallic monstrosity as Elias' missiles found their mark. Sparks showered the cavern walls, and the blue light emanating from the machine flickered wildly. Joan, heart hammering in her chest, gripped the

helicopter's railing as Elias steered them higher.

Below, the alien being writhed in the machine's mangled remains, its white eyes burning with newfound fury. It unleashed a sonic scream that vibrated through the helicopter, threatening to tear it apart. Joan gritted her teeth, the sound a physical assault on her senses.

"Hold on!" Elias yelled, his voice barely audible over the din. He fumbled with a device strapped to his thigh – the "magic

gun" Joan had dismissed earlier. With a muttered incantation, a beam of emerald light lanced out, striking the alien creature. It shrieked again, this time in pain, its form flickering and distorting in the light.

But the reprieve was short-lived. The alien creature solidified, its form morphing and warping. It grew larger, its metallic skin cracking and revealing an underlying network of pulsing blue energy. It lunged at the helicopter, its single-minded focus clear – to destroy the source of its torment.

Elias cursed. "It's adapting! This thing seems to learn from every attack."

Panic clawed at Joan's throat. Their conventional weapons were useless, and Elias' magic, while impressive, seemed to be a temporary fix. They were trapped in a metal coffin, hurtling towards a very angry, very adaptable alien.

Suddenly, a memory surfaced in Joan's mind. Back at their base, a briefing on a

similar encounter, a long-shot theory dismissed by most. "The core…" she rasped, the air thin at this altitude. "The blue light! Maybe that's its power source!"

Elias' eyes widened in understanding. "You're right! If we can take out the core, the whole thing goes down!"

Hope flickered in Joan's chest, a fragile flame amidst the terror. But how? The machine was shrouded in its own mangled remains, inaccessible from their current position.

Elias, ever the pragmatist, seemed to have an idea. He gave her a grim smile. "Looks

like we're going for a closer look."

But before they could contemplate the situation further, a figure emerged from the machine's opening. It was humanoid in shape, but unlike anything they'd ever seen. Tall and slender, with smooth, metallic skin that shimmered in the blue light, its head was shrouded in shadow.

The figure's eyes, however, were

unmistakable. Two orbs of pure white light stared out at them, devoid of emotion, yet somehow intelligent. In that moment, Joan knew their fight for survival had just taken a drastic turn.And suddenly his eyes lit up and And suddenly his eyes lit up and attacked Elisa and Joan, they jumped to avoid the machine's attack

Elias said We can't do that with our weapons I'll use the magic gun magic light

teleport helicopter and the helicopter came down and they got on it and and flew in the air hold on tight maybe Falling down, he rained missiles on the machine, he hit it with Michelle yeoh and there was also a missile attached to the helicopter and he also used it He rained bullets on her miserably and enthusiastically

Alarms blared within the metallic monstrosity as Elias' missiles found their mark. Sparks showered the cavern walls, and the blue light emanating from the machine flickered wildly. Joan, heart hammering in her chest, gripped the helicopter's railing as Elias steered them higher.

Below, the alien being writhed in the machine's mangled remains, its white eyes burning with newfound fury. It unleashed a sonic scream that vibrated through the helicopter, threatening to tear it apart. Joan gritted her teeth, the sound a physical assault on her senses.Hold on!" Elias yelled, his voice barely audible over the din. He fumbled with a device strapped to his thigh – the "magic

gun" Joan had dismissed earlier. With a muttered incantation, a beam of emerald light lanced out, striking the alien creature. It shrieked again, this time in pain, its form flickering and distorting in the light.

But the reprieve was short-lived. The alien creature solidified, its form morphing and warping. It grew larger, its metallic skin cracking and revealing an underlying network of pulsing blue energy. It lunged at the helicopter, its single-minded focus clear – to destroy the source of its torment.

Elias cursed. "It's adapting! This thing seems to learn from every attack."

Panic clawed at Joan's throat. Their conventional weapons were useless, and Elias' magic, while impressive, seemed to be a temporary fix. They were trapped in a metal coffin, hurtling towards a very angry, very adaptable alien.

Suddenly, a memory surfaced in Joan's mind. Back at their base, a briefing on a

similar encounter, a long-shot theory dismissed by most. "The core…" she rasped, the air thin at this altitude. "The blue light! Maybe that's its power source!"

Elias' eyes widened in understanding. "You're right! If we can take out the core, the whole thing goes down!"

Hope flickered in Joan's chest, a fragile flame amidst the terror. But how? The machine was shrouded in its own mangled remains, inaccessible from their current position.

Elias, ever the pragmatist, seemed to have an idea. He gave her a grim smile. "Looks

like we're going for a closer look."

But before they could contemplate the situation further, a figure emerged from the machine's opening. It was humanoid in shape, but unlike anything they'd ever seen. Tall and slender, with smooth, metallic skin that shimmered in the blue light, its head was shrouded in shadow.

The figure's eyes, however, were

unmistakable. Two orbs of pure white light stared out at them, devoid of emotion, yet somehow intelligent. In that moment, Joan knew their fight for survival had just taken a drastic turn.And suddenly his eyes lit up and And suddenly his eyes lit up and attacked Elisa and Joan, they jumped to avoid the machine's attack

Elias said We can't do that with our weapons I'll use the magic gun magic light

teleport helicopter and the helicopter came down and they got on it and and flew in the air hold on tight maybe Falling down, he rained missiles on the machine, he hit it with Michelle yeoh and there was also a missile attached to the helicopter and he also used it He rained bullets on her miserably and enthusiastically

Alarms blared within the metallic monstrosity as Elias' missiles found their mark. Sparks showered the cavern walls, and the blue light emanating from the machine flickered wildly. Joan, heart hammering in her chest, gripped the helicopter's railing as Elias steered them higher.

Below, the alien being writhed in the machine's mangled remains, its white eyes burning with newfound fury. It unleashed a sonic scream that vibrated through the helicopter, threatening to tear it apart. Joan gritted her teeth, the sound a physical assault on her senses.

"Hold on!" Elias yelled, his voice barely audible over the din. He fumbled with a device strapped to his thigh – the "magic gun" Joan had dismissed earlier. With a muttered incantation, a beam of emerald light lanced out, striking the alien creature. It shrieked again, this time in pain, its form flickering and distorting in the light.

But the reprieve was short-lived. The alien creature solidified, its form morphing and warping. It grew larger, its metallic skin

cracking and revealing an underlying network of pulsing blue energy. It lunged at the helicopter, its single-minded focus clear – to destroy the source of its torment.

Elias cursed. "It's adapting! This thing seems to learn from every attack."

Panic clawed at Joan's throat. Their conventional weapons were useless, and Elias' magic, while impressive, seemed to be a temporary fix. They were trapped in a metal coffin, hurtling towards a very angry, very adaptable alien.

Suddenly, a memory surfaced in Joan's mind. Back at their base, a briefing on a

similar encounter, a long-shot theory dismissed by most. "The core…" she rasped, the air thin at this altitude. "The blue light! Maybe that's its power source!"

Elias' eyes widened in understanding. "You're right! If we can take out the core, the whole thing goes down!"

Hope flickered in Joan's chest, a fragile flame amidst the terror. But how? The machine was shrouded in its own mangled

remains, inaccessible from their current position.

Elias, ever the pragmatist, seemed to have an idea. He gave her a grim smile. "Looks like we're going for a closer look."

The helicopter shuddered as the alien creature slammed into it with a sickening crunch. Joan squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact, but the craft held. Through the plexiglass, she saw Elias wrestling with the controls, sweat beading on his forehead.

"We can't keep this up!" he shouted over the relentless pounding. "We need to get out of here and regroup, but—"

His voice was cut short by a loud SNAP. The alien had ripped off a large chunk of the helicopter's tail rotor, sending them spinning wildly. The ground rushed up to meet them, a horrifying panorama of

jagged rocks and churning water.

Joan thought this was it. They were done for. But then, with a surprising burst of power, Elias managed to level the helicopter somewhat.

"Brace yourself!" he yelled again.

He threw open the side door, a torrent of

icy wind whipping through the cabin. With a steely look in his eyes, he unbuckled his harness and started crawling out onto the narrow skid.

"Elias, what are you doing?" Joan screamed, her voice barely a whisper above the deafening wind."Distraction!" he shouted back. "I'm giving you a chance to get away!"

Joan's heart hammered against her ribs. No way she was leaving him behind. But logic screamed at her. If she stayed, they both died. If she left, at least one of them might survive.

Just as the helicopter dipped precariously close to the water, Joan made a decision. Grabbing Elias' magic gun, she scrambled after him onto the rickety skid.

The alien creature, momentarily surprised by this new development, screeched and

turned its blazing white eyes towards them.

"Now!" Joan yelled, aiming the gun at the pulsating blue core visible through the mangled machine parts.

With a whispered incantation, she unleashed a beam of emerald light. This time, the effect was different. The blue core seemed to overload, emitting a blinding flash as the alien creature shrieked in a deafening pitch.

The helicopter lurched violently, dipping even lower. Joan clung on for dear life, the world a blur of wind and spray. Then, with a final ear-splitting groan, the machine

exploded in a ball of blue fire.

The force of the blast sent them hurtling through the air. Joan squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact. But it never came.

When she finally dared to open them, she found herself hanging upside down, dangling precariously from a thick tree branch. Below, the wreckage of the alien

machine smoldered, a plume of acrid smoke rising into the sky.

Elias was beside her, coughing and sputtering. He looked at her, a grin spreading across his face.

"Well, that was exhilarating," he said, a hint of breathlessness in his voice.

Joan managed a weak laugh, relief washing over her in waves. They were alive. Battered, bruised, but alive.

They slowly untangled themselves from the branches and made their way back to solid ground, the weight of their ordeal settling in. The once thriving alien ship was now a smoking ruin, a testament to their desperate fight.

As they surveyed the scene, a chilling realization dawned on Joan. This wasn't over. They might have won this battle, but the war with these alien invaders had just begun. They had to get back to base, warn the others. They had to find a way to stop them, permanently.

With a newfound determination in her eyes, Joan looked at Elias.

"We need to get back," she said, her voice firm. "And this time, we'll be ready."