Felsa burned his magic to its limit, releasing unparalleled energy, and his entire body was now enveloped in the Northern Lights. This action demonstrated his absolute defiance and seemed to indicate his intention to use all his strength to fight against the monarchy.
King Augustus sighed softly. Since they refused to yield, there was only one option left—
kill.
A brilliant golden light flashed behind King Augustine. The sun reappeared. The golden light made everyone present think that day had arrived early.
The decisive battle between the two sides is about to begin.
However, while maintaining this highly magical posture, Philsa withdrew his ice sword from his left hand. Suppressing his inner turmoil, he slowly and forcefully raised his right fist, palm facing upward, fingers spread, presenting—
A jade crystal. At first glance, it appears to be identical to the one owned by the king;
Upon closer inspection, they appear even more similar.
Wang raised his right hand, and the soul stone that had imprisoned Sherry reappeared.
"Are you trying to deceive me with your counterfeit goods? What a paltry trick!"
Indeed, it was King Augustine who personally sealed Sherry's soul, so the crystal in the king's hand must be genuine.
But what is that one in the other person's hand?
Philsa felt her heart pounding, put away the gem in her hand, and smiled.
He chanted the incantation, unleashing the power of the gem in his hand.
The wind curtain gathered in response, blowing away all obstacles. The golden light was also affected by the wind curtain; although its majesty remained undiminished, it began to waver.
At this moment, the heroes surged towards Felsa from behind the king, brandishing their swords, determined to take the king's enemies and shouting that they would take their heads.
Although Felsa was able to fight back with the force of an avalanche, he dared not underestimate his opponent. Seeing this, he drew his sword with his left hand and slashed through the air, creating a crescent moon pattern to summon countless ice pillars to rise from the ground once more.
Under normal circumstances, ice pillars would be easily dealt with by the heroes.
But today, on the mountaintop, Philsa controlled the weather with the power of magic runes;
The mountain range itself is fragile, with too many cracks already present, and the ground is completely unstable. Therefore, the reappearance of the ice pillars this time carries the force of a landslide.
In the blink of an eye, a large area of the banquet hall shattered into mud and rocks, falling outside the mountains.
Some heroes and warriors also fell to an unknown place along with their vanished foothold.
Wang stood motionless, protecting himself with the holy breath of the blazing sun.
Philsa's destructive power could frighten a wave of warriors, but it couldn't affect the area within a meter of where the king was standing.
Dust, snow, and cold blurred the view. Assisted by the wind curtain, Firza rode the icicles away, her intentions unknown.
King Augustus was about to set off to pursue the enemy when he found his vision instantly cleared by a green mist.
At the same time, he suddenly sensed the aura of a vortex of wind, and looked around in surprise, realizing where it came from. Wang looked in astonishment at the jade stone he was clutching tightly; it was still intact and had not been stolen.
However, the power of the vortex can only be emitted by Sherry, and the soul container that imprisons her is in his own hands, so where does Philsa's "power of the vortex" come from?
The king was enveloped by a green mist, isolating him from everything and forming a barrier. Within this "barrier," only two people remained—Augusten and Felsa. The two stood facing each other, one high and one low, circling the wind curtain.
The wind grew increasingly violent, whipping up green mist to form a whirlwind that roared. The power of this vortex was genuine.
Why did you—
The sudden appearance of the aurora borealis interrupted Wang's question.
The aurora pierced through the green mist, enveloping the mountaintop at its own speed. Wang shielded his eyes from the blinding light with his arms, while simultaneously channeling the golden light behind him to counteract it.
(This is... the power of Felsa's extreme ice magic runes, "The Radiant Glory of the Far North"...)
Night Owl also activated his proud dark magic to isolate himself from the light and escape the banquet to avoid mortal danger.
Even though he was no longer able to witness the final battle between Felsa and the King, he still pondered the matter with great interest and drew his own conclusions.
After the aurora passed, Wang was completely unharmed. Nevertheless, he remained puzzled.
Felsa faced the king directly. The wind and dust were gradually dispelled by the holy breath of flames.
He was not in the slightest afraid of the majestic and imposing figure of the Sun King Augustine.
The king was quite surprised by Philsa and the person who suddenly appeared beside him.
Nestled in the crook of Firsa's right arm was a red-haired girl, her body completely covered by a cloak.
Wang was surprised to examine the jade stone in his hand again; it was still intact.
"She... she actually came back to life? How is that possible?"
"A mere binding technique cannot imprison her soul! Nor can the power of the vortex!"
After uttering what sounded like a sarcastic remark, he cupped the girl's face in his hands and kissed her almost bloodless lips.
The girl seemed to sense her lover's presence and slowly opened her eyes. Her emerald pupils shone as brightly as the crystal that had once imprisoned her.
It seemed to be a scene of lovers reunited. And was Firsa's arrival meant to tell the king this truth?
"When exactly did you...?"
Felsa ignored King Augustine's words and uttered whispers that seemed to be audible only to those close to him.
A miracle occurred—the girl's hands trembled as she struggled to hold Philsa's left hand, which was gripping the sword. In an instant, the wind around them shifted from defense to offense, and the surrounding winds became violent.
Philsa flicked his wrist, throwing the now useless gem several meters away, and summoned his ice sword again, pointing it directly at the enemy.
He held the girl's unsteady body with his other hand. He seemed ready to fight, to avenge the humiliation and pain the girl had endured for so many years.
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