Bright divine writings were everywhere, and the sounds of repentance filled the air.
A soft, pure, and solemn light bathed the area outside Moonflower City, as if one were in the paradise promised to believers by Dilis.
But Alejo was in hell.
The blond man sat upright on his horse, his back straight, his thin lips pressed tightly together, gazing expressionlessly at the distant Moonflower City.
Even though whispers from the abyss dominated his mind, compared to the uncontrollable rage within him, they were nothing more than a fallen leaf in the forest.
He couldn't believe that Allen had just left him like that.
In front of his army and his only relative, he was easily abducted by an old man who had been missing for decades with just a few words.
This was extremely embarrassing for him.
Was the other party simply seeking revenge against him, to avenge the whipping he had received earlier?
He didn't use any force.
Who told the other party to disobey his orders first?
Besides, those minor injuries can be easily healed with a single divine spell, right?
As for what Allen said about never seeing each other again, Alejo didn't believe it at all.
The contract between the two is clearly still in effect.
That contract, lying across his mental sea, was the straw he would never let go of.
He vowed that this time, he would never forgive the other party easily.
That being said, he didn't understand why he was so angry at that moment.
Beneath the anger lay too many unfamiliar emotions.
Alejo knew that these unfamiliar emotions would only make him weak.
That's all.
In any case, he never completely trusted the "Black Army".
His real reliance was another well-trained army of mages.
In this world, only the Rose family could bring proud mages together. Beneath the all-consuming elemental torrent, sentimental weakness deserves only to turn to ashes.
Thinking of this, Alejo's gaze toward the Tower of All Laws grew even colder.
The girl, standing not far away, looked at her brother and felt both a sense of estrangement and fear, as well as immense heartache.
Unexpectedly, Allen really left.
She should have felt gratified, but instead, she inevitably felt a contradictory sense of regret.
In Bili Ren's words, "It's still hard to accept!"
Because there will never be another Allen in the world.
Having read countless scripts, she knew that things had come to this point, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, her brother would surely be destined for a life of loneliness.
...
Alger said, "Light is the shadow of time, because mystery lies hidden in the boundary between light and shadow."
Within the divine light that seemed to bring everything to a standstill, not only were undercurrents surging, but also a world-changing transformation was quietly taking place.
On the city wall, the soldiers of both armies had no idea what the sudden holy light meant. They simply continued their numb fighting until they were exhausted and their bodies fell from the wall.
Together with former comrades or enemies, they burned to ashes in the fireworks, sleeping together forever.
With the sun rising and time running out, they were forced to face a life-or-death choice.
But suddenly a cold glint flashed before my eyes.
They all thought they were seeing things; if the holy light was as bright as day, how could there be a cold light as swift as thunder in the world?
Just as they were filled with doubt and uncertainty, a series of sonic booms rang out along the city wall.
The black figure swiftly swept over the wall, leaving only a blur, and finally stood on the broken spearhead, its clothes fluttering, graceful and elegant.
This is "Two Hearts Forgotten in the Jianghu".
It is the second most exquisite sword move in Dao Ran's sword technique, after "Bei Ming Xiao Yao".
As dawn breaks, I realize that the country on my horn is still locked in a fierce struggle; having forgotten both self and others, I understand the profound sense of loss that follows years of mutual support.
The swordsman, dressed in black, seemed like a butterfly awakening from a dream, flitting through the swirling waves and lingering snowflakes as he brushed past the weapons in the midst of battle.
But it was only then that the soldiers belatedly realized the tingling and numbness coming from their elbows.
The strange tingling and stinging sensation made them unable to hold their weapons any longer.
Heavy weapons fell one after another, landing on the blood-stained wall, creating a clashing sound like metal striking stone.
The enemies, blinded by rage, finally had an excuse to cease hostilities.
They collapsed against the wall, huddled together in exhaustion, and amidst the stench of blood and iron, followed the swordsman's gaze toward the horizon shrouded in divine light.
Then they saw the dragon.
It was a silver dragon, its scales reflecting the seven colors of a rainbow.
Those deadly weapons that threatened the top of the wall were finally swept up by the azure spiritual wind and turned into fragments that flew like snow as the dragon playfully tripped and tumbled.
The soldiers from the Kingdom of Blacksor immediately exclaimed, "My God, it's a dragon!"
"Tsk, how ignorant. We saw it last year," said the Moonflower City guard with immense pride.
The sergeant ignored the other man's mockery and simply exclaimed to himself, "How beautiful!"
The guard turned his head away, bored, and looked at the menacing silver dragon. Finally, he silently agreed, "Yes, it's really good."
It's good to be alive.
...
"A forbidden spell? Here, in Moonflower City?"
Upon receiving the order from His Highness, the chief of the Raphael Mage Order immediately asked solemnly, "Lord Nafuli, are you sure? This is no joke. There has never been a precedent on the Continent of Zhuyuan for casting forbidden spells on civilians."
The guard who came to deliver the order remained silent for a moment, then said only, "This is His Highness's will. We will obey."
The chief glanced at the other side where the strange phenomenon had suddenly appeared, and finally nodded, saying, "I understand."
He walked heavily to the command center and said, word by word, "Listen to my command! Seven-pointed star formation, take your positions! At the end of the next beat, chant 'When we part, let no tears fall.'"
This is the most widely circulated forbidden spell related to water.
In the merciful tears of the gods, all sins will be mercilessly washed away.
But just then, the mage on guard suddenly shouted, "Report! Chief, a mage is attacking us from the three o'clock direction!"
"Understood," the chief replied indifferently.
It's nothing more than a desperate struggle by a cornered beast.
He calmly picked up the telescope produced in Alchemy City and looked in that direction, only to see a mage flying unsteadily amidst the chaotic storm.
A level four spell like Levitation requires continuous practice.
Generally speaking, the more unhurried one flies, the more it proves that one has been immersed in the path of magic for a long time.
This kind of flight is so erratic...
It was obvious that the opponent had only recently mastered a level four spell like levitation.
He thought it would be a tough battle, but the other side sent such low-class trash.
It seems that these people in the Red Moon Kingdom have indeed been enjoying their good days for too long.
Even as death loomed, they remained oblivious, believing it to be nothing more than an ordinary war between lords.
He said nonchalantly, "Sky Whale Squad, use a single-target lock-on spell to kill it. The rest of you, continue preparing the forbidden spell."
...
If someone were to ask Yun Wei what it feels like to fly alone in the sky, he could only answer—
It feels like I'm about to pee.
I'm not kidding, it's true. He's not afraid of heights.
However, as a creature on the ground, when floating lightly in the sky, a tingling sensation does indeed connect from the tailbone to the scalp.
The feeling of being a few meters above the ground is completely different from being tens of meters above the ground. Exposed in mid-air, the only thing you can rely on is the wind element surrounding you.
But the element of wind itself is an elusive thing that cannot be grasped through the cracks of one's fingers.
At that moment, he admired Joshua immensely.
The other person has a very high-class attitude and particularly likes to float in the air.
Only when you fly it yourself can you truly understand the significance of flight to the continent of Zhuyuan.
His limited previous flying experience was either on a cloud boat or in Isaac's arms.
As Yun Wei was carefully comparing the differences between the three, he felt a lock coming from below.
This is a mental lock, typically used in single-target targeting spells. Unlike projectile-based spells, this type of spell allows for precise tracking.
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