The star robe moved without wind, and the star patterns flowing on it emitted deep and powerful magical fluctuations.
The face that Mark once remembered as old and kind now glowed with astonishing brilliance.
The face is full and smooth, and the vicissitudes of time have faded away between the eyebrows and eyes, leaving behind a mature and sharp beauty, just like a star gem that has been carved by time to reveal its brightest side.
The hair that showed through the edge of her hood was no longer the gray of an old woman, but a settled dark night blue.
Although his face looked decades younger, the outline between his eyebrows, and his eyes that contained deep concern and worry yet were unusually firm, were deeply imprinted in Mark's shattered memory.
Even though his vision was blurred and his consciousness was on the verge of becoming distracted, he still trembled violently in one glance.
"Ai... Aunt Irene..." A broken syllable, so weak that it was almost tuneless, escaped from the corner of his bloodstained lips with difficulty.
This whispered call was like an invisible rope that instantly crossed the distance of space and tightly connected the star-robed beauty who had just descended in the center of the battlefield with the dying priest in the deep pit of the ice wall.
Aunt Irene's gaze penetrated the surging chaotic energy and the oracle's enormous pressure and fell silently on Mark.
There was unspeakable heartache and fear in the depths of his eyes, as if he was confirming a treasure that had been lost and found again.
Even though the stars, the moon, and the sky could calculate that Mark would no longer be in danger of his life after crossing the hurdle of changing his job, this was still the child he had watched grow up.
How could she really let him suffer on the chessboard of the gods?
Besides, now is the time for her to show her pieces on the chessboard!
When her gaze shifted back to the Oracle's body floating in the air, all her emotions were instantly frozen, replaced by an extreme coldness that seemed to have frozen for eternity.
For the first time, true solemnity appeared on the oracle's withered face.
He wasn't intimidated by the other party's power level, he was just a legend, he had seen and killed more than one.
But the identity of the person in front of you.
He recognized the face that was described in a completely different way in the intelligence, and recognized the true authority represented by the star robe.
The symbol of the core inheritance within the Star-Moon Church is not something that a regional priest like Eliza, who can only hold power near a small gathering place on the ice field, can possess.
As far as he knew, this former saint of the Star-Moon Church had been lurking in the Holy Light Church after joining the witch's camp.
He was discovered and wanted by the Church of Holy Light only a year ago, and then disappeared.
Even he, as an oracle, found it difficult to calculate his whereabouts.
A "missing person" in his intelligence network, a guy who should have been hunted down and forced to flee in a panic by the leaders of the Holy Knights of the Church of Holy Light, actually intervened in his most crucial plan in such a posture and at such a timing!
"It's you..." The Oracle's voice was like two pieces of black ice rubbing against each other, carrying a chilling insight and a hint of anger from being unexpectedly disturbed. "...the 'traitor' of Xingyue, the hidden 'evil witch'... Irene Sophiel."
"You traitors who have abandoned the gods have extended your claws deeper than I could have imagined, and you are more... foolish!"
The Oracle's power rose silently, and the surrounding space hummed as it felt overwhelmed by the concentration of his will.
"But, Irene Sophiel." His voice was like ice scraping against rock, "Whatever you witch may be thinking, get out of here and don't get in the way.
"The power of the 'Heart of the Star Remains' is far beyond the reach of a 'witch' like you, who can only survive among the gods. Our Lord will ultimately rule over all things. This is the iron law foreseen by the Enlightenment Society."
"Your Lord?" Irene was suspended in the air, her star-lit robe moving without wind, shedding the cold light of the stars and the moon.
Her eyes swept over the nearly broken Mark below, and Anna and Monica who were wilting after their magic power was forcibly extracted.
Finally, it fell on Torge, who was suppressed by the star disk and struggling violently with ice-blue energy.
Her voice was as clear as frost, penetrating the pressure created by the Oracle: "You, the Enlightenment Society, are nothing but a group of ambitious lunatics who claim to be able to see the secrets of heaven.
"How can mortals control true divinity? You should already be well aware of what the 'Heart of the Star Remains' contains.
"Those crude 'predictions' of yours are nothing but ridiculous fantasies that will only bring disaster upon yourself. This is not something you can play with."
“Arrogant!”
The Oracle raised his withered claws, and a dark beam of light that was so condensed that it was almost tangible and emitted an aura of devouring light and heat instantly tore through the air and shot straight at Irene.
Wherever the beam passed, the space seemed to be corroded and twisted into cracks.
"How can a mere rat, barely surviving, comprehend the grandeur of the Enlightenment Society's chess game of gods? The future we have seen far surpasses your star map!"
Irene's eyes narrowed, but she didn't fight back.
She quickly formed seals with her hands, and the starlight condensed into a flowing star shield composed of countless tiny jackdaws in front of her.
"laugh--!"
The dark beam hit the star shield, there was no explosion, only a sharp sound of annihilation.
Large pieces of the starlight jackdaws that made up the star shield shattered and reborn, and violent ripples appeared on the star shield, as if it was bearing a tremendous force.
Irene's body swayed slightly, but the star shield finally blocked and dissipated the dark beam.
At the moment of stalemate, Irene pointed her free finger into the void.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Dozens of meters away from the oracle, several cold stars flashed silently.
In an instant, it transformed into a dozen star-shaped spears flashing with deadly sharpness, like living poisonous bees, stabbing at his vital points from extremely tricky angles!
It was pure starlight energy condensed, with the sharpness to tear through the space barrier.
The Oracle snorted, not even turning fully around.
The space behind him rippled like the surface of water, and a miniature dark vortex appeared out of thin air.
The powerful suction instantly twisted and engulfed more than a dozen star spears, leaving only a few faint star marks in the air.
"A mere trifle! You're just playing a few tricks with starlight transfer, and you dare to show off in front of me, who controls the source of darkness in space?"
The two figures flashed at high speed above the rift valley, and every intersection was accompanied by an earth-shaking energy collision.
Irene's movements were agile and elusive, as if blending into the star tracks, and she often cleverly avoided the Oracle's destructive dark energy before it erupted.
Her attacks were like meteors from outer space, silent but containing tremendous star power, either interfering with the Oracle's spellcasting nodes or directly attacking the blockade of the star disk on Torge's body.
The Oracle's dark energy was as deep as the sea, and every wave of his hand stirred up space, with properties of distortion and tearing.
He tried to cover Irene with a pure dark field, but she forcibly expanded the space with the burst of exquisite starlight nodes.
He wanted to forcibly seize the suppressed Torge, but Irene's starlight immediately turned into layers of chains to block him.
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