When the audience saw such a dense array of heroic warriors suddenly appear in the sky,

Their smiles grew even wider, and their joy intensified.

The appearance of these heroic warriors was indeed beyond their expectations.

The Mage Council even summoned reinforcements, which means the chances of defeating Victor have increased even further.

Meanwhile, Erica, who was the only one who remained motionless in mid-air, looked on in astonishment at the sudden appearance of this group of heroic warriors.

His eyes darted rapidly between Aurelion and the ranks of heroes, occasionally glancing up at the Mage Council high in the sky.

It can be said that from the moment Aurelion decided to protect Viktor and voluntarily gave up the throne...

She had already sensed that the situation was suddenly becoming unpredictable.

At this moment, she felt even more dizzy and confused.

What happened this time?

As one of the few people who knew even a little about the battle, Erica found herself increasingly unable to comprehend the current situation.

Isn't the Mage Council on the same side as Professor Victor?

Why is it that after Professor Victor was seriously injured, it was the Mage Council that came out to try and take his life?

And what about those warriors who suddenly appeared in the sky?

She was the one who initially knew only a small part of the story.

But now it seems that she has become the most confused one.

At that moment, when all eyes and attention of the world's audience were focused on those heroic warriors.

No one noticed the subtle actions being taken by the councilors in the sky.

Ryan Kent, the dwarf councilman standing at the back of the crowd, had already quietly approached Heim Horn.

He leaned slightly forward and asked in a low voice:

"Can this really work, Representative Geim?"

"We can't let it affect Viktor and kill him, can we?"

His thick beard perfectly concealed the movement of his lips, making it completely impossible to detect that the congressman was actually whispering something to Haim Horn.

Upon hearing this, Haim Horn's expression remained unchanged, still maintaining his previous indifference and seriousness.

But secretly, he was responding to the other party:

"Believe me, Viktor, do you remember what he called these 'Heroic Spirits' back then?"

"Experience pack? Yes, that seems to be it."

He gazed down at Aurelion, his expression remaining indifferent.

"The gods are dead. Now, we are only one step away."

Ryan Kent nodded slightly as he listened to Haim Horn's words.

Then, looking up again at the group of menacing heroic warriors in the sky, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

Who would have thought that these 'heroic spirits' unearthed from Valhalla were actually nothing more than cannon fodder?

However, it's almost over.

The gods are dead, and the empire has lost its emperor.

Once the goddess of justice is dealt with on Viktor's eight wives, the show will be pretty much over.

However, that heroic general at the very front does look quite formidable. What was his name again?

What's his name... Tisnato? That name sounds familiar.

As hundreds of thousands of heroic warriors descended from the sky,

Facing this dazzling scene resembling a sea of ​​golden clouds, Aurelion's expression became particularly solemn.

She could clearly feel that the pressure released by each heroic warrior was extremely strong.

Even when faced with pressure as heavy as a thousand-pound boulder, she stood firmly in front of Viktor, unmoved.

At this moment, the situation before her is undoubtedly extremely difficult.

She must unleash her full power and fight against thousands to protect her teacher, Victor, behind her.

Seeing Aurelion at a disadvantage, the audience cheered excitedly.

They felt that Victor was just one step away from falling at the hands of the countless warriors and the council of mages.

But just as they were trembling with excitement and their blood was boiling,

Swoosh—

In mid-air, a holy sword light, hundreds of meters long, pierced through the golden clouds.

It was as if a chasm had been cleaved open along with the surrounding air.

Bang! Smack!

The moment the crisp cracking sound rang out, a long and menacing crack appeared on the surface of the armor of nearly half of the heroic warriors.

Their bodies, enveloped in golden light, were exposed through the crack.

The fragile armor on them was still trembling slightly, not yet recovered from the impact of that force.

Swish—

Immediately afterwards, the holy sword mark remaining on the armor surface burst forth with dazzling light.

Surrounded by a pale halo, the sharp cracks seemed to suddenly surge into their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, it pierced through their bodies.

Above, only scattered and floating auras remained, disappearing one after another.

Upon seeing this, the audience around the world, who had been ecstatic, suddenly froze in place.

The cheers abruptly stopped, and silence enveloped the crowd.

Through this natural screen, the audience watched silently as that familiar figure appeared in the sky.

That one glance sent a chill down their spines.

Because it is in the sky, at the edge of that golden sea of ​​clouds.

A goddess, with six holy wings and a cold blade in her hand, floated in the air, appearing incredibly sacred.

The surrounding golden phantoms appeared hazy and ethereal, highlighting her incomparably holy figure.

The Goddess of Justice stood with her back to the Natural Sparrow screen, silent, only the long blade in her hand gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

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