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All the mages focused their attention entirely on the magic circle, greedily reaping the soul power.

They didn't even notice the thin wisp of black mist floating in the air that had appeared sometime earlier.

Finally, the light of the pentagram array gradually dimmed, and the soul power of nearly 100,000 people was completely harvested.

However, the monks were well aware that their work was not yet finished.

This 100,000 soul power was just an "appetizer"; the hundreds of thousands of people on the beach were the real "feast."

Thinking of this, the magicians revealed wicked and greedy smiles.

The 80,000 militiamen just now had already drained the last drop of blood from the defense forces of Galin Province.

All that's left are the elderly, the weak, women, and children.

These defenseless Ionians are, among the members of the Black Rose, moving soul power.

Next, according to the plan.

Duguer's navy will continue to cooperate with the mages to harvest the soul power of the Ionians at the beach camp.

Afterwards, the mages put away the magic circle and the not-yet-full crystal ball, and headed towards the Garin camp on the beach.

.............

All of these actions were clearly seen by Foygo and his group in the sky.

What was originally a master and his apprentice has now become a group of three.

The young apprentice looked back and forth between Riven and Fryegor with a complicated and slightly bitter gaze.

It's not for any other reason than that, after undergoing the transformation of the Ruined Legion, Riven's aura is now almost identical to that of Fryegor.

The power of ruin also reshaped Riven's attire, with a black and white half-body armor outlining her curvaceous figure.

Looking at Foygo again, he was dressed in a black and white suit, the pale and dark colors of which looked extremely jarring at this moment.

Because no matter how you look at it, it seems like...433... couple outfits.

This made the young apprentice's eyes even more sore.

stare.................

However, the young apprentice's gaze seemed to lack "lethality."

The remaining two parties involved remained completely unmoved by the situation.

Riven couldn't contain herself any longer when she saw the mages preparing to retreat.

The burning flames of hatred within her made her impatient, eager to let her sword drink its fill of blood.

Riven's hands were restless, now clenched into a fist, ready to unleash her power. The legendary power within her was also stirring, poised to leap down and wreak havoc.

"Don't be impatient."

Folger wasn't in a hurry. He raised a hand and grabbed Riven, who was about to make a move, and comforted her.

"Okay... alright..."

In the end, Riven chose to believe Fryegor and temporarily quelled her anger.

stare................

The young apprentice stared at the parts of the two people who were touching, his eyes almost overflowing with tears.

Finally, the young apprentice could no longer contain himself, stepped forward and squeezed between the two, grabbing Fiorio's arm.

"Humph!"

The apprentice quickly turned his head, gave Riven a disdainful look, and then snorted.

Then, the little apprentice quickly turned around and gave a sweet smile.

"Master, I sense the dark, evil energy is stirring again. What should I do...?"

The young apprentice spoke in a sweet voice, her big, bright eyes full of innocence and naivety.

Seeing this, Foygo raised a hand and gently rubbed it on his little apprentice's head, while also taking the opportunity to check on Syndra's condition.

Ultimately, nothing unusual was found.

"Don't worry, it's alright."

Folger spoke softly to Syndra, his gentle tone causing Riven to glance at him.

"Let's go, the next stage is on the shore."

"People need to be killed, but not now."

"After all, there are still hundreds of thousands of 'lambs' waiting for divine rescue."

A glint of light flashed in Foygo's eyes.

The power of faith of hundreds of thousands of people awaits Foygo's harvest.

.....................

On the coast outside the province of Galin, the main fleet of the Noxian navy is anchored here.

Dukur stood on the deck, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

"My lord, the mission has been accomplished."

"The plan can proceed to the next step."

A magician slowly walked to Dukur's side and whispered to him.

"very good!!"

Upon hearing this, Dukur turned his head sharply, his tone full of excitement.

If this plan succeeds, Dukur will undoubtedly be the one to deserve the greatest credit!

"Pass on my order! All troops, attack!"

"Land on the northern coast of Galin!"

Dukur shouted at the messenger, and then, at his command, the fleet began to slowly move toward the shore of the Galin province.

"By the way, help me contact that alchemist from Zaun."

"Please convey my gratitude to him and tell him that his product is very useful."

"What was that alchemist's name again?"

"Yes... Singed!"

"Tell him that there will be many more opportunities for cooperation in the future."

As Dukur walked, he spoke to one of his trusted confidants.

"Yes!"

"As you command, General."

Upon hearing this, the confidant went to carry out Dukur's orders.

Dukur gazed at the distant land, his eyes gleaming with an indescribable, profound light.

After this battle, based on this achievement, his status in the Black Rose will surpass that of others.

He might become the person with the highest status besides those two adults.

More likely, Dukur will be favored by the Pale Lady and become the successor to the Grand General after Darkwell!

This would be considered "second only to two people, above ten thousand."

The fleet, carrying Dukur's ambitions, sailed toward an unknown destination.

...................

Along the coast of Galin Province, after the Grand Elder and the Council of Elders led 80,000 militiamen into battle, the coastal camps were leaderless, with only cowardly civilians remaining.

People were all praying silently, hoping that the elder would be victorious.

It wasn't until the green flames shot into the sky that the people on the shore began to sense something was wrong.

Just as everyone's hearts were in their throats, a figure covered in a disheveled mess suddenly rushed out of the forest.

"It's Elder Dinan!!!"

Upon seeing this, several members of the public rushed forward anxiously.

This Elder Dinan was the one who, before the battle, had been furtive and opened the purple hourglass.

For some reason, Elder Dinan survived the dark green flames.

"Elder Dinan!"

The moment Elder Dinan saw the group, he collapsed to the ground, limp and lifeless.

The commotion attracted the attention of more and more people, and soon Elder Dinan was surrounded by a crowd.

"Elder Dinan, how is the situation at the front?"

People asked anxiously, their gazes fixed intently on Elder Dinan.

"No...something's wrong...!"