What happened?
When the old man in white robes with a full head of white hair appeared in the sky.
He single-handedly stopped the massive golden holy sword from falling.
Everyone was stunned.
Everyone, from members of the Mage Council to spectators from around the world, stared wide-eyed.
No, there are still experts!?
Amidst the shock, everyone was curious about the identity of this suddenly appearing white-haired old man.
Even Heim Horn stood there stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.
Although he had just experienced a life-or-death moment, he still had a heart strong enough to withstand the test of time.
At that moment, his mind, which had also lived for hundreds of years, suddenly stopped.
His gaze was fixed on the old man atop the holy sword opposite him, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Who...who is this person?
He looks somewhat familiar, but who exactly is he?
Are there still such powerful masters in this world?
Before he could react, a shocked voice suddenly rang in Heim Horn's ear.
"Holy crap... a Grand Mage!?"
Heim Horn: "?"
Upon hearing the name, Haim Horn was stunned, his mind filled with questions.
Then, he turned blankly to Ryan Kent, who was speaking beside him.
At this moment, the dwarf councilor was completely stunned, his eyes glazed over, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.
Heim Horn turned around and looked at the surrounding members of parliament, finding that most of them had similar reactions.
Everyone's eyes were filled with terror, and their faces were filled with disbelief.
It was like witnessing a legend of the dead coming back to life.
Finally, Heim Horn also stiffened and turned his head to carefully observe the white-haired old man holding a cane.
After a long silence, he seemed to finally realize something and blurted out in shock:
"Great...Master?"
It really is the Grand Master! The Grand Master's mother has appeared!?
At that very moment, the old man in the sky seemed to respond to Heim Horn's question.
He gently raised his staff and tapped it forward lightly.
The next second, the massive golden holy sword seemed to be struck by a powerful force starting from its tip.
The cracks in the internal light rapidly spread across the entire sword, and amidst a chaotic surge of light, a crisp cracking sound came from the sky.
Chaotic fragments of light burst apart from high above, and light leaked out from them due to the influence of pure power.
It occupied the entire sky and filled the empty, colorless space.
Immediately afterwards, the force exerted on those thick fragments of light that blotted out the sky seemed not to have stopped.
Wave after wave of fine impacts ground the golden fragments into powder, which then drifted sparsely down from the sky.
At that moment, it seemed as if a golden snow had fallen from the sky.
It no longer possessed any sharpness or majesty, but instead appeared dreamlike and peaceful.
The white-haired old man seemed to be bathed in this golden wave of snow, with a kind smile on his face.
His kind laughter echoed through the sky, and his words floated down lightly:
"That was close, I almost missed it."
Upon hearing this, the entire world fell completely silent.
You call that relaxed state you were in just now 'almost'?
As the old man finished speaking, Heim Horn finally realized what was happening.
As the founder of the Mage Council, the Grand Mage's portrait has always hung in the council and has never been moved.
This has been the case for thousands of years.
After all, he was one of the longest-serving members of parliament.
I lived just past the time when the Grand Master disappeared five hundred years ago, and thus I met the Grand Master at that time.
Therefore, when he heard the archmage's voice, he immediately confirmed it.
This really is a great mage!
Wasn't the Grand Master supposed to have disappeared five hundred years ago? How come he's lived for so long!
No, that's not the point.
How did the Grand Master get involved in this?
Is he an actor too?
At this moment, a series of questions arose in Heim Horn's mind.
However, now is clearly not the time to answer these questions.
Filled with intense doubt, Heim Horn silently watched as the Archmage faced Gwen and spoke:
"You're Gwen?"
He stroked his beard with one hand, a smile on his face.
The Archmage had easily blocked Gwent's attack, but he did not consider her an enemy.
When the Archmage questioned her, Gwen's eyes seemed to be veiled by a dangerous curtain.
His brows were furrowed, and he stared coldly at the Grand Master.
But this time, the indifference was not like the previous state of being devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
Instead, it was filled with extremely strong hostility, as if they wanted to pierce through the old man's body with their gaze.
"Who are you."
But the Archmage remained calm, watching the hostile Gwen for quite a while.
Then he nodded and chuckled:
"The goddess's divinity has dissipated, but her power remains."
"A perfect state."
Now that things have come to this, the Archmage could obviously see Gwen's condition at a glance.
In fact, she gained humanity because of the goddess of justice.
So much so that when the goddess of justice's divine power dissipated, Gwen's emotions returned as well.
Looking at Gwen, the Archmage couldn't help but sigh:
"As expected of the victor."
He accomplished with ease what he could never achieve in his entire life.
"You probably haven't seen me before, but the world calls me the Great Master."
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