Of course, there were other reasons why she stayed.
As a member of the Mage Council, Lorelei needs to keep a close eye on the Arena of the Gods.
On the other hand, she also needs to take care of Kokot, who is far away outside the arena and has transformed into the Divine Tree.
However, just as she was yawning, she suddenly sensed something unusual.
The wind that swept by carried a strong magical aura, even leaving a stinging sensation on the skin.
Driven by the pain, she couldn't help but open her eyes and look up at the sky.
Upon seeing this, she couldn't help but widen her eyes in utter shock.
"Holy crap..."
"Super-level magic".
She sat there, and when she looked up, she saw super-level magic. What does that mean?
It should be noted that, even to this day, only one person can cast this kind of magic alone.
So, when she didn't receive any notification of the collective action from the Mage Council, she witnessed the appearance of super-level magic here.
Obviously, the answer is self-evident.
She silently gathered her magic power and brought forth a natural bird.
Then, looking at the natural sparrow with a sense of despair, he said:
"report."
"Victor is up to something again."
...
Far from the arena, beneath the divine tree, boundless magic poured forth like a flood, soaring straight into the sky.
As the pale beam of light erupted, the surrounding magic seemed to be swept away, making the land appear even more desolate.
At this moment, Erica was kneeling on the ground and Aurelion was lying on the ground.
He stared in utter despair at the terrifying, skyward-reaching magic spell before him.
A heavy force pressed down on their shoulders, and the clear vibrations constantly impacted their bodies.
They felt the magic within them gradually dissipating, their power burning like flames.
If they tried to release even a trace of magic, it would be difficult for the magic to condense and take shape in this chaotic environment.
This time, the three magic orbs around Aurelion that originally contained sixth-order magic were completely exhausted, and she could no longer gather any more magic.
However, no one noticed.
Whether it was the war magic Victor just cast, or the magic Aurelion and Erica used to defend themselves from the attack,
After they all dissipated, the remaining magic power burned fiercely under that powerful magical force.
Immediately afterwards, the mist formed from the burned-out magic gradually rose into the sky and gathered above the divine tree.
Under the influence of the fluctuating magical energy, the golden branches weaving through the divine tree seemed to be nourished and slowly began to grow.
The already slightly protruding buds began to swell slightly.
Under the influence of magic, a round fruit was soon born.
Golden apples, one after another, sprouted from the golden buds.
The already robust divine tree swelled even more under this nourishment, its towering trunk slowly rising as if to break through the thick black clouds.
Aurelion and Erica are destined not to see this scene.
Under the oppressive force of this powerful magic, they began to find it increasingly difficult to breathe.
Thus, this was destined to be a lesson that would never be forgotten.
However, just as the magic spell that shot into the sky was about to fall upon the two of them,
A cold, mountain-like blade flashed past, severing the soaring azure pillar of light in the middle.
Buzz—
The holy light expanded even further beneath the mark left by the sharp blade, surging brightly outward from the center until it finally tore the entire pillar of light apart.
However, even so, the cold light of the blade still did not stop.
A white beam shot straight into the sky, piercing through the black clouds covering the high sky and leaving a very long, transparent crack.
The first rays of dawn pierced through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the scattered magical particles and giving them a vibrant sheen.
At this moment, under Viktor's unsurprised gaze,
Gwen stood before him, still in her sword-wielding stance, and calmly spoke:
"Teacher, although I have always been willing to be used by you."
As soon as she finished speaking, she slightly raised her head, gently swaying her long, silvery-white hair, which floated softly in the air.
Bathed in the dawn light, the hazy shadows outlined the contours of her armor.
Those tranquil eyes remained undisturbed, their gaze once again firmly fixed on Viktor:
"But,"
"This is not justice."
Under the unwavering gaze of this goddess of justice, Victor calmly nodded: "Yes, this is not justice."
"But I think I should have already told you."
As he finished speaking, Vega, perched on Viktor's shoulder, slowly raised her head.
It seemed to be cooperating perfectly with Victor, opening its beak.
It emitted an extremely sharp yet strangely rhythmic sound, forming an eerie and sinister melody:
Hehehehe—
"he,"
“They’re my people.”
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