Under the mask is an old face with traces of time!
This glimpse seemed to cause a tiny ripple to pass through the depths of Alfonso's calm silver eyes.
An old man who refuses to die is a thief.
This sentence is the absolute truth when spoken on the Holy Light Continent.
Even the most ordinary professionals, with years of accumulation, can probably reach a certain level in their respective fields.
Not to mention the puppeteer of the Qizhi Society who has mastered both ice-based natural magic and space magic.
But what really surprised Alfonso was not the puppeteer's skillful magic manipulation ability acquired through years of immersion.
But he never expected that the person behind the mask would reveal his old age.
If it was an ordinary professional, he could accept a wrinkled face and a hunched body.
But the person in front of him is a high-ranking member of a heretical church organization!
If we make an analogy, it should be considered a cardinal-level position in the holy city.
A position like this should be one that can communicate with the gods and should receive blessings from the gods.
And the most basic blessings from gods of this level should be youth and longevity!
These thoughts only flashed through Alfonso's mind.
He also couldn't rule out the possibility that the puppeteer before him was a fanatic like the Church of the Abyss.
After all, there are many mentally ill people who sacrifice their lives and youth to the gods they believe in.
It’s just that there are fewer such crazy people among the top management.
Just at the moment the mask was broken and the true face was revealed.
The last trace of hesitation completely disappeared from the puppeteer's eyes filled with shock and anger, and was replaced by an almost crazy determination and mockery.
"Heh... Executioner of Holy Light, do you think... you won?"
The puppeteer's voice came through the broken mask, with a strange hoarseness and breathiness, but it contained cold pride.
He ignored the stinging pain between his eyebrows and the erosion of the holy light, and suddenly pressed his hands towards the mirage below that was suppressed by the blasphemous magic circle!
At the same time, an ancient, obscure, and difficult-to-understand space spell, like a sigh from the abyss, was roared out by him with the greatest magic power!
Every syllable caused violent vibrations in the surrounding space, generating a strong resonance with the core of the Holy Array of Resentful Light below!
Even Alfonso found it difficult to keep his body steady under this surge of magical power, and the mobilization of holy light magic was affected.
“Buzz——!!!”
The entire inner city space of Anchor Bay City seemed to be grasped tightly by an invisible giant hand and was distorted!
The holy light magic network that Alfonso had laid out, which had not yet been fully formed, was instantly torn apart by the violent spatial force!
Countless holy light runes that had just condensed shattered and dissipated!
Below, the huge adult sea mirage was compressed to the size of a basketball in just a few seconds.
The surface of its body was tightly wrapped with dark resentment and blazing white holy light like chains, forming a sphere. In pain, it emitted bursts of soul-stirring screams that were beyond the limit of hearing!
Even its original sea beast form was fluctuating violently in extreme pain, as if it was about to completely collapse at any time!
Immediately following.
The figure under the puppeteer's broken mask and the compressed mirage sphere, the spatial points where the two were located seemed to be forcibly pulled and overlapped by an invisible thread!
A dazzling space-distorting light suddenly erupted, completely engulfing the puppeteer and the basketball-sized mirage sphere!
The light flashed and disappeared, like an illusion.
At the original place, all that was left was the torn space fluctuations slowly calming down, and Alfonso's figure hovering in the air.
The puppeteer, along with the adult sea mirage that had been refined to the limit, disappeared.
They were forcibly taken away from the battlefield that was about to be completely purified by the holy light by the space magic of the Enlightenment Society.
Alfonso slowly retracted his thrusting sword and held it suspended in mid-air.
The cold rain washed over his silver armor and the long silver hair that was exposed outside his helmet.
The face beneath the visor was expressionless.
Only those silver eyes, like the surface of a frozen lake, swept across the Qizhi Society's magic formation below, whose light rapidly dimmed and its structure began to collapse due to the sudden loss of its target.
Alfonso seemed to be unconcerned about the prey disappearing before his eyes, and his gaze finally fell on the sacrifices at the core of the holy formation that had long lost their life force.
The special water tank that held the larval mirage tissue had long since dried up and cracked, and the things inside, along with a puppet girl in a white dress next to it, had all their vitality and essence drained away.
It turned into a charred corpse wrapped in shriveled tentacles and covered with ice crystals, like the last burning embers of a formation.
"The source of the disaster has been eliminated. Execute the disaster rescue instructions and implant the Holy Light Advent array."
Alfonso's cold voice spread throughout the battlefield through some kind of magic, as clear as if it was ringing in the ears of every holy knight.
"Disaster relief, elimination of remaining enemies, and search for survivors."
As he finished speaking, the huge waves, which had lost the support of the adult mirage's power, were like a punctured balloon.
It began to move along the inland river channels and the damaged city gates and gaps in the city walls, making a huge roar and quickly retreating towards the sea.
The turbid sea water carried countless debris and corpses, exposing the messy ruins of the city soaked in mud and death.
The three hundred holy knights on the inner city walls were like sophisticated magic machines that had received orders.
The sound of heavy armor clashing rang out again in unison.
They quickly split into dozens of small teams, like countless silver streams.
Silently, they walked over the broken walls and ruins, treading through the ankle-deep mud and water, and began to carry out the commander's orders.
The gentle holy light in their hands turns into a healing halo, a flame that burns filth, or detects the ripples of life.
In this land that had just been swept by heresy and suffered a devastating disaster, the Holy Knights began a search and rescue mission that was most common.
Alfonso's figure slowly landed on the top of the ruins of the highest tower in the inner city that had not yet completely collapsed. His silver armor shone with a cold and hard luster in the bleak sky after the rain.
He stood there like a silent silver statue, his gaze cast towards the distant northeastern heights where Mark's team was located.
On the ruined northeastern heights of Anchor Bay City, mud soaked Mark's team's boots, mixed with the cold smell of sea, blood and rain.
The holy light from the inner city in the distance was still purifying the filth, but Mark just wanted to leave this damn place as soon as possible.
The legendary pressure and aftermath of space magic lingering in the air were like invisible needles pricking their skin, silently reminding them of the magnitude of the collision they had just witnessed.
"Fuck that masked man... and that Alfonso..."
Enzo spat out a mouthful of muddy saliva and rubbed his arm which was numb from the ice explosion. There was no longer pure anger in his small eyes, but a hint of fear and solemnity.
"I thought I was a pretty good fighter... but in their eyes, we're no different than hermit crabs crawling around on the beach! One blow from a hammer can't even break off a single shard of ice! If I hadn't wasted hundreds of years sleeping, how could I have let them get away with it?"
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