The Holy City of Estale was the city with the highest number of mages in the Land of Mystery. Although the yellow capes of the inspectors maintained order on the surface, this was ultimately a world where strength was respected. Even on Earth in the 21st century, even the most advanced countries would have social violence from time to time, not to mention the Land of Mystery.
With violence, there would naturally be spectators. These people might be there to maintain peace and enforce justice, but more likely, they wanted to take advantage of the situation.
How could the commotion caused by someone in the Holy City's District VI not attract attention? As early as the first bolt of lightning struck, there were people moving toward the center of the incident.
When the Lord of Mystery descended, the mages who were originally rushing toward this place all slowed down. There was a saying that one should act according to one's ability, and there was a saying that the innocent might be implicated. In short, where such a big shot appeared, it was not so easy to fish in troubled waters.
When what happened next broke out one after another at the speed of lightning, the people who were hurrying along stopped in their tracks. Because moving forward seemed to be the prelude to death.
When the sky cleared up, nine figures in white armor fell vertically, and all the nearby mages fled radially!
What a joke, the Lord of Guardians was not only famous among the gods for being unreasonable, but also among mortals. In an occasion where he was, it was easiest for public relations to change, and for spectators to become tragic protagonists. Those who wanted to live had to stay away from that one.
In particular, he especially disliked mages. Who told him to provoke the invasion of the Outer Gods? Nine out of ten culprits were mages. Either by accident or on purpose. It would be a miracle if this big shot would be nice to mages.
Not to mention the eight shackles of authority that suppressed all the magical authority in the Estale area, whether it was mages or Magic Towers. And this was because they were not the main target, which was why there were signs of loosening.
The mages left, naturally wanting to remove this layer of shackles on their bodies first. At the same time, they could not imagine what level of existence the eight shackles targeted, and what kind of suffering they had to endure.
In fact, except for Klein, the other seven Lords of Power only appeared as the purest embodiment of power. They cast the same "attack" as the Lord of Mystery on the Black Tortoise, and also sent a greeting to Fen, a greeting from the shackles of authority.
In order to suppress this Lich that no longer belonged to the Lich, the gods exerted all their strength, and the result was that the surrounding environment was affected as well. Fortunately, there were no seals that they had specially added elsewhere. Even if they were left alone, it would be undone after some time. But that was not the case with Fen.....
With Klein's surprise attack, the Lich was caught off guard and lost the upper hand. Seeing that this method was indeed effective, the other seven Lords of Authority no longer racked their brains. They used the same method to apply the seal and imbued the Outer God's phantom with the purest divine authority. They tried to make the Outer God bloat to death before dissipating.
The eight Divine Power Imprints suppressed most of the Lich's strength. However, when all eight Authority Seals were completed, a state of equilibrium was restored.
Before the birth of the new gods, the most important ability of a mage was the control of authority. Every time they used magic, they were on the verge of losing control. Although Fen could not undo the shackles of the eight authorities that had restored balance, it was not a problem for her to regain control of her body.
She, who had regained the ability to move, raised her Battleship Slicing Blade and slashed at the god beside her!
Klein was unharmed. He did not even dodge. He stood where he was and looked at the Lich who had slashed at him with a smile.
Just as the Lich and the god were about to do something else, the nine white-armored warriors and the Lord of Protection arrived one after another.
Apollo, who was driving the horse chariot, looked at the motionless Black Tortoise with a troubled expression. His attitude towards the Outer Gods had always been to kill or expel them. But he was troubled by an Outer God who was being assimilated by the Land of Mystery.
The foundation of the Lord of Protection's strength was his firm belief. When he himself was troubled by the choice, of course, he would not be able to exert too much of his strength. Abros was even wondering if those eight bastards had done it on purpose!
If there were only one or two pure authorities that exceeded the load, it could easily kill a mortal. And the Outer God in front of him was obviously relying on that mortal to exist. But when the eight authorities were all present, the nature was completely different. What was originally a fatal danger had an additional opportunity. As long as the other party could survive, it would be an unimaginable great benefit.
For this kind of thing, if the first to make a move was a gamble, and the next few were following the trend, how could the last few not understand what kind of results their actions would bring? But they still chose to do so.
If the first thunder had not been struck, and if the eight Lords of Authority had not made a move, the purpose of him appearing here today would be to destroy the thing in front of him. But he could not be the tenth to make a move. Even the thing in front of him that was beginning to be assimilated by the Land of Mystery was something that the Lord of Protection had to protect as long as it did not intend to destroy the world.
Thinking of this, Apollo became even angrier. He turned his head and looked at the mysterious Lord with a smile on his face. A huge sword slashed in front of him, but it was unable to slash down. The posture of the former Demon King who was wielding the sword did not change, but he was looking at him vigilantly.
Ignoring the Original Demon King who had eight shackles on him, Apollo drove forward and said, "Klein, it's time for you to leave."
"I …"
"Giddy up!" With a flick of the reins, the horse chariot pulled by two eight-legged divine horses rushed out with an incredible acceleration.
Apollo never talked nonsense or reasoned with him. He first knocked the God in front of him unconscious with the shield in his left hand, and then broke the Battleship Slicing Blade that was blocking him horizontally. He clasped his right hand, grabbed Klein's neck, and flew into the sky. With another sudden acceleration, the horse chariot shrank and disappeared with a whoosh as if it had broken into the void. The nine white-armored warriors stepped on the ground and soared into the sky. Just like their master, they did not hesitate.
As early as when the horse chariot rushed over, Fen had used the Flash Spell to avoid it. She was not happy about the recklessness of a God. But now was not the time to complain about that kind of thing. Fen was a little worried and also a little expectant as she looked at the shadow of the Black Tortoise standing in front of her.
"You saw it too?" said the mysterious God Klein, who walked out from behind a certain Lich.
Fen looked at him with disdain and asked, "Why did you appear again? Didn't you get taken away by another hot-tempered kid? "
"Apollo only cares about those who descend in their true bodies. As for the Wayfarer —" The Wayfarer was the God of Saints — "— he doesn't care about the incarnations at all. The most troublesome part of creating an incarnation was to smuggle his own divine power into the maze. Since he had already descended in his true body, leaving a little power to create an incarnation was just a matter of convenience. This is a good show. I won't be satisfied if I don't see it with my own eyes, "Klein said proudly.
Perhaps when Klein had first appeared, he had intended to target that man's actions, which made Fen angry. Even when the other party attacked, he had once raised his hatred to the level of a mortal enemy. But she had seen what happened next. Strictly speaking, this conflict was a crisis, but also an opportunity. It all depended on whether that man had a way to digest what he had obtained. In this way, the hatred disappeared.
Fen had an inexplicable confidence in that man. Back then, when the World Tree Walder had advanced, ninety percent of the dimensional energy tide had been borne by Walder himself, and ten percent had been eaten by him. The remaining bits and pieces had been shared by Fen and the other wood elves.
At that time, the Lich had been in a skeletal form and didn't have much room for improvement. At most, he had thoroughly refined the bones that hadn't been maintained for a long time. The wood elves had suffered many casualties, and some of them had died in such a way that they couldn't even be revived.
And this time, the total amount of power given by the eight Gods had exceeded the amount that a certain person had endured back then. But at that time, he had been a little magician without any foundation. Now, he had far surpassed that. How could he be stuffed to death by such a small amount of power?
The only question was … how long would it take for him to recover from that state? This was something that Fen couldn't determine. Even if he was trapped in that state, would he be able to survive until the moment he recovered? If he didn't eat, drink, or receive infusions, he wouldn't be able to survive for more than seven days. Perhaps he should break through this Semi-Illusionary Spirit Body and rescue her first.
"Are you worried?" Klein asked, sensing the Lich's emotional fluctuations.
"Hmph." Fen glanced at the mysterious Master and said, "I'm worried about you."
"Worried about us? What's there to be worried about? "
"I've done it once, so I'm pretty familiar with it. I should be more familiar with it a second time. So I'm worried that before you all die, my hatred won't disappear. " Of course, he was implying that if anything happened to the person inside, the Lich would resume his great mission of slaughtering the Gods and stain the land with blood.
"Haha." Klein laughed dryly.
If the Lich went crazy and turned the world upside down again, as a God, wouldn't he be afraid? The old Gods had also faced this problem before. Then, they probably thought, "Why should a God be afraid of a mortal?" Then, they were all destroyed.
During Klein's growth, the entire world had crawled under his shadow, trembling in fear. So, wasn't he afraid of the Lich going crazy? To be honest, he was afraid. But he was also secretly looking forward to the moment of direct confrontation to prove that he was no longer the same as before.
Just as Klein was thinking about how to kill the Lich if a conflict really broke out, the motionless Semi-Ethereal Body in front of him suddenly underwent a huge change!
The Black Tortoise raised its head and roared again, "Roar!" The eight distinct colors in its body started to divide, mix, and merge. It even started to rush out from the inside, as if it was going to break out of the body.
Due to the sudden change, the people who were staying in the house couldn't stay still and ran out one after another. Especially the two girls. They hid in the house, but they also watched the whole thing. There was never a moment when they felt more regret for their helplessness than right now.
Just as the two girls were about to throw themselves into the giant spirit and pull out their teacher, an unexpected figure did so first! Dark Elf Melville, who had been in trouble with them, jumped into the mess inside the Black Tortoise's body before anyone could react.
At the same time, a huge tree-shaped shadow almost covered the entire Holy City of Estali!
Klein licked his lips excitedly and murmured, "World Tree Farnasi, the Ancient also wants to join in the fun."
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