The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

雪城
The once prosperous city has now turned into a scorched earth.

Countless broken limbs were scattered throughout the ruins of the city, the strong smell of blood mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur, and the never-extinguished flames of the abyss spread throughout the entire Snow City.

"Damn it, I miscalculated."

Standing in the ruins of the city
Elizabeth, covered in wounds, clenched her teeth and raised her hands.

A large amount of divine power was quickly released through her hands, keeping the surrounding black and purple circular divine power shield standing.

In comparison, Mecanthust, who was sitting opposite her, seemed to be at ease.

She strolled around the black and purple divine power barrier as if she was strolling in a back garden, and even had the leisure to tidy up her hair which had become a little messy due to the battle just now.

That relaxed look made Elizabeth hate him to the core.

"Damn it, I didn't expect this bitch to complete the Saint's Advent Ceremony so quickly, damn it."

Ignore Elizabeth's curses.

Mecanthust had a signature sarcastic smile on his beautiful face.

She chuckled and said:

"My former king, why are you so far away from me?"

While Mecanthut was manipulating the blasphemous power to continuously invade Elizabeth's divine barrier, he was constantly stirring the heart of the former succubus king with his languid voice:
"Could it be that the proud king now doesn't even dare to approach his first princess?"

Hearing this, Elizabeth's hands unconsciously clenched, and her wrists trembled slightly.

"That's enough, shut up!"

Elizabeth gritted her teeth and almost shouted.

The memories of the past flashed through my mind like gray-yellow film.

The rage in her heart almost made her want to abandon all her defenses and gather all her strength to fight the opponent to the death.

Elizabeth glanced to her side.

In the end, she chose to stay where she was.

There, Shimotsuki had his eyes closed and had already fallen into a coma.

Faced with the clash between two gods, this legendary wizard was unable to even block the aftermath of the battle and fell into a coma under the impact of the divine power.

of course
The most important thing is that Mecanthust is now in a much stronger condition than her, and releasing the defense now would be simply courting death.

"laugh--"

The black and purple barrier was constantly stained with strands of crimson.

As time passed, Elizabeth felt increasingly powerless to control the barrier.

It was as if there were hands stacked together, grabbing her divine power and dragging her slowly.

Elizabeth, who had experienced many battles, immediately understood what the other party wanted to do.

The other party wants to take advantage of the characteristics of the blasphemous power and use this invasion method to continuously weaken or even assimilate his own divine power, so as to achieve the goal of reducing the consumption of his own divine power.

Like butchering a fish with a dull knife.

One cut, one cut, one cut, slow and deadly.

Seeing that Mecanthust's divine power was invading more and more deeply.

Elizabeth had no choice.

She gritted her teeth and continued to increase her divine power output, struggling to maintain the fragile balance between offense and defense between the two.

However, the price of doing so was that the divine power that she had originally stored in her body was being consumed rapidly.

Divine power is not magic power and cannot be restored naturally by absorbing free elements in the air.

Every drop of divine power is collected bit by bit by believers and over time, but these painstaking efforts to obtain

This is why most fights between gods are resolved by believers and followers, and the gods themselves are unwilling to engage in head-on combat.

Once the gods of both sides start fighting.

Regardless of victory or defeat, both sides will consume huge reserves of divine power. If a third party intervenes, it will be easy to put themselves in danger.

"Hurry up, hurry up, respond to me quickly."

While quietly placing her left hand on the dagger at her waist, Elizabeth anxiously kept calling out the name through the contract in her heart.

however

The spiritual call that usually worked every time was like a lost target with no response at this moment. All messages fell into oblivion.

This made Elizabeth's eyes reveal a trace of despair:
"Ron, where are you?"

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"Hello, heir."

The colorful girl looked in the direction where Ron disappeared and said with a smile.

She did not mobilize any extraordinary power, but her voice was clearly transmitted to Ron's mind, as if she was whispering in his ear.

Magic? Divine arts?
No! Neither! That is a power far beyond that of ordinary gods.

Ron suddenly opened his eyes wide as he savored what the other party had just said.

"You are the magic goddess?"

Ron came out of his invisibility and asked the girl in the river tentatively.

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"Yes and no."

Before Ron could ask, the colorful girl took the initiative to explain with a smile:
"I once walked the world in the name of the God of Magic."

"but now"

The colorful girl stretched out her hand and swung it gently in the air.

Magic, arcane, floating cities, the astral world, gods... and, at the last moment, a silhouette that flashed by, towering above all the gods.

In an instant, countless real scenes that had happened flashed quickly before Ron's eyes.

At this moment, Ron felt as if time and space had frozen, and only her voice was echoing between heaven and earth.

That voice contained endless ancient wisdom and benevolence, and the magical fluctuations seemed to penetrate endless time and reach the depths of his soul.

"Mystril has completed her mission."

"So the title of the Magic Goddess no longer belongs to me, and I am no longer the Magic Goddess."

Facing Mithriel's actions.

Ron's expression was calm, but he was shocked in his heart.

He realized that the "being" before him had unprecedented control over magic.

In terms of magic alone, even the Power Dragon God and Time Dragon God he had faced before were far less oppressive than the girl in front of him with colorful long hair.

"Damn it, I'm just forging an ordinary divine weapon, how come I attracted this legendary being?"

Ron frowned slightly.

He really didn't expect that his act of forging the magic crown would lead him to meet the legendary first generation magic goddess here.

According to the dragon clan's inheritance records, this first generation magic goddess disappeared countless years ago due to some secret, and even several of her successors have passed away.

No new magic goddess has been born in the entire star world yet.

The God of Magic closest to modern times is probably Loge Shani Hillar, who created the Magic Crown, is one of the Three Gods of Rainbow, and is said to have mastered all the magic in the astral world.

So, the person in front of him could be said to be an antique who had been dead for who knows how many epochs.

However, considering that the other party was once a great god, and might even be the closest to a god among gods, resurrection from the dead doesn't seem to be a big deal.
the other side

After explaining his past identity, Misriel said no more.

However, she still looked at the rainbow dragon in front of her with the gentle eyes she used to look at a younger generation, or even a descendant.

In fact, as if she felt that the distance between the two sides was too far, the colorful girl who was originally sitting in the center of the lake actually stood up and walked towards the shore with her jade feet stepping on the void.

This made Ron feel a little numb.

After all, this person can be considered an ancient god.

Being approached by an ancient god with great divine power, even Ron, who had just been promoted to medium divine power, felt a lot of pressure.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Ron, who had no preparation in a hurry, had to follow the other party's words and continue to ask:

"So, Ms. Mi, you are like this now, is it..."

After thinking about it, Ron finally chose to use a milder adjective and said:

"Is he dead?" (End of this chapter)