"Are you okay, Ou'erjia? Wow~ Ou'erjia looks so dark, the flowers on her hair are all withered, haha." The friend laughed playfully and happily, but there was also a sense of relief in his voice for having survived the disaster.

"Pull me up." Ou Erjia said weakly, and then asked the friend who came to support.

"How are the others?"

"Hong is fighting with Batiwen. The battle between the two is so massive that other people can't usually get involved. And the battle between our Hinayue Council and Lurna has had both wins and losses, and several acquaintances have died." There was some sadness in Becky's tone.

She controlled the broom, jumped from the air, grabbed Ouerjia's arm, and ran with her to the safe area behind.

Battles were still going on in various parts of the city. Faced with this situation, the Starlight Alliance was considering sending support, but was rejected by the Hinazuki Council.

"We want to defeat these heretics in reality without any falsehood and in an upright manner. Only in this way can we vent our anger and prove the correctness of the path we have chosen." This is what the representative of the Hinazuki Council said.

As for this, Loran Hill had no choice but to give up and stood in the camp outside the city, watching the flames and broken buildings in the distant city.

One magic master after another died tragically in the battle, turning into ashes, or electrocuted the enemy into powder and cut off their heads. Two completely different spell styles intertwined in the city until one of them fell.

In this way, when the sky gradually brightened, the battle finally came to an end.

A colorful bird of fire was suspended in the air, overlooking the huge, broken and collapsed body below, while Batiwen, who was controlling the Thunder God Golem, was still standing on the ground.

"Are you satisfied now, Hong?" Batiwen looked at the flaming bird in the sky. He knew that this was the leading master from the Hinayue Council, Magic Sequence 8: Seven-Colored Flame, Hong.

"But what you defeated was just my armor. I still have plenty of magic power and means at the moment, but the magic power and skills you can use are very limited." He said in a deep voice, and with a wave of his hand, several dazzling purple lightning snakes passed through the atmosphere, directly scattering the flaming bird and turning it into pieces of dissipating seven-colored feathers.

When it solidified again, the fire bird became smaller.

"This is the power of tools. Although humans are small, as long as they can make good use of various tools, they can eventually achieve great things." As he spoke, lightning formed chains that continuously strangled and restrained the flaming bird.

The bird of fire dispersed and gathered again, but this time it did not turn into the bird form it had before, but into a human form.

A man with a quiet face stood on a tall building.

"But tools are just tools after all. If we view everything as a means to an end, what is the meaning of such an end?"

“Ultimately, people live for happiness and beauty, not for maximizing profits and efficiency.”

"Oh, still such old-fashioned and retro words. Is it that the quiet life on the island has made you forget the cruel competition and survival on the mainland in the past?" Batiwen looked at the man above him.

"Just staying alive is a difficult thing. If we hadn't dedicated ourselves to researching and growing stronger, developing various magical instruments to serve as castles and walls to resist the expansion of Cangcui, the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua would have been destroyed by its iron hoof long ago. What qualifications do you have to blame us?"

"Yes, I don't deny the contributions that Luerna has made in the past." Hong's eyes gradually became fixed.

"but."

"This too shall pass."

"The urgency of war forces us to give up a lot and sacrifice something for survival."

"But this is ultimately a situation we have to deal with. We cannot use this as an excuse to make it the norm and ultimately push everyone into the abyss of pursuing maximum efficiency."

“When the process of survival becomes endless pain, we must ask the reason for enduring this pain.”

“People are willing to endure and make sacrifices because there are sweet fruits waiting ahead.”

"And you only saw the benefits of this kind of patience and dedication, and ultimately pushed them into this endless pursuit. That fruit became something they could almost never eat, or even if they did, it would only be bitter."

"And this goes against the original intention of survival."

"People cannot just live for the sake of living, like ants and machines."

"So, I don't agree with your reasons and ideas." Hong said word by word, and then slowly rose again.

At this time, the sun slowly appeared at the end of the horizon, an orange-red, warm sun.

Threads of sunlight clung to its rainbow-colored feathers, flames burning through its body like a breath, and the bird soared through the sky once again. As it took flight, the magic masters of the Young Moon Council followed closely below.

In the clear sky, without a single cloud, the bird carried everyone through layers of obstacles and flew to a height where they could directly see the entire body of the sun.

Brilliant golden flames of the sky were added to their bodies. They combined ancient and new methods to gather the magic power and sunlight in this vast area and transmit it to the leading seven-colored bird.

With a clear cry, the divine bird burning with golden flames swooped down again, leaving a long golden trail of flames and burning everything in its path.

Thick lightning and thunder, sturdy and tall war machines, strange silk puppets, obscured space cracks, everything was burned to ashes in the brilliant flames, sweeping away everything.

The land covered with ruins also became clean.