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The silvery-white lightning collided with the blood-red shield, blasting out a dazzling halo of light.

The shockwave ripped up the rubble beneath Arnold's feet, sending it flying like shrapnel in all directions.

Two of the three shields in front of Arno were shattered, and the last one was covered with spiderweb-like cracks and was on the verge of collapse.

Dante stood still and raised his right hand, and a golden halo slowly spread out.

Norn quickly realized what this was: illusion magic!

Norn was at a loss and could only raise his arm to cover his eyes, but he knew it was useless, otherwise he wouldn't have been hit when his back was turned.

However, nothing happened.

There were no hallucinations, no dreams, nothing at all.

"Hmm?" Dante frowned slightly, looked down at his palm, as if to confirm whether the magic had really been released.

Norn was also taken aback for a moment, then his gaze fell on the thin blood-red shield on Arno's body.

Could it be that this thing blocked the illusion magic?

Dante looked at the pale red aura around Norn, his expression shifting from confusion to understanding, before turning gloomy again.

At this moment, Arno let out a low roar, stomped his feet into the rubble, and aimed his hands at the barrier, unleashing several thick bolts of blood-red lightning.

The crimson lightning struck the barrier with a deafening explosion. The golden light wall trembled violently, and ripples spread outwards from the point of impact. Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the barrier, like glass that had been struck by a hammer.

With a crisp cracking sound, a large hole appeared in the golden barrier.

Just as Norn and Arno were about to rush over, Dante appeared in front of them without them noticing, raising his golden greatsword high and slashing down with a whooshing sound!

Arno hastily piled all the remaining crimson shields in front of him, making them as thick as a wall.

The sword energy shattered through layers of shields, eventually deviating from its course and flying towards the center of the plaza with a sharp whistling sound.

The giant stone statue of Valhiri was cut in half at the waist.

The upper half of the statue slowly slid down from the waist, crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of white dust.

"Stop struggling! You only managed to escape once in the forest because of the terrain. Now, you have no chance of survival!"

After he finished speaking, the hole in the barrier behind Dante gradually closed and returned to normal.

Although it's hard to admit, Dante is right; they have no chance of escaping from the most powerful sorcerer on Earth.

Norn's empty heart was pounding, but he had to calm himself down in order to find a glimmer of hope in this seemingly hopeless situation.

At this moment, Norn recalled his previous duel with Dante.

Even though there was no trace of magic shield on the opponent, and even though his attack had hit solidly, he couldn't even wrinkle Dante's clothes.

Norn's mind raced, and a crazy idea took shape in his head.

"Could he possibly be able to eliminate all factors that are detrimental to him?"

This conjecture is somewhat exaggerated, but it seems much more reasonable when applied to Dante.

An idea quickly formed in Norn's mind. Although he didn't know if it would work, he had no choice but to try it as a last resort in the current situation.

He took a deep breath, and the despair and fear on his face gradually faded, replaced by an eerie calm.

"Lord Evil God, please use that move," Norn said to Arno with a pious expression.

"Ha, putting on airs. If you had any trump cards up your sleeve, you should have shown them back in the forest," Dante said dismissively.

"You know nothing! This move will damage my lord's holy body, which is why it cannot be used lightly," Norn retorted while inwardly comforting Arno.

After Arno had been properly persuaded, it squatted down, revealing deep, bone-revealing wounds on its neck, shoulders, and chest.

Large amounts of fresh blood gushed out like a spring, but quickly turned into clumps of blood-red mist.

This is because Norn condenses a tiny fireball inside each wound. The fireball is small, only the size of a soybean, but extremely hot. Blood that hits it immediately turns into blood vapor.

Crimson steam gushed from every wound on Arno's body. The steam was so thick it was almost tangible, its color a glaring scarlet, carrying an indescribable, sweet-smelling odor, and it quickly spread around Arno.

Arno let out a low growl, its voice filled with pain, but it didn't stop, because Norn had said that this was what it had to do to survive.

Upon seeing this, Dante's composed expression changed, and his face finally became serious.

"What are you doing?" Dante asked.

"The evil god is releasing the evil energy within it, mixing it with the surrounding holy emperor's magic power."

Norn was enveloped in warm blood steam, and only his voice could be heard.

Dante's pupils contracted sharply, and a menacing blue vein bulged on his forehead.

"You! How dare you do such a filthy thing!" Dante's voice no longer carried the calm of a wise man, but was filled with endless rage at the act of blasphemy.

"I'm a dark magician! Isn't it only natural for me to do this kind of thing?"

Dante's golden sword began to glow. He could no longer tolerate these two beasts; he would wipe them from this world completely!

"Are you really going to do this? Are you really going to use dirty magic mixed with fel energy to cast spells?"

Norn's question made Dante stop abruptly, his eyes widening in horror as he looked around.

So-called magic is actually achieved by using one's own magical power to manipulate the Holy Emperor's magical power that permeates the world.

The thought that the holy and sacred power of the Holy Emperor was mixed with the filth of evil gods made Dante feel physically nauseous, as if the air around him was not air, but a stench of excrement.

Although he knew Norn might be lying to him, he had no way of verifying it.

If he really did use this filthy magic, I would have no face to wear this brown robe again!

When the seed was planted, Dante subconsciously regarded these magical powers as untouchable, and the "Peaceful Age" automatically kept them out.

Without these magical powers, Dante's "peaceful times" could not be sustained.

As the magic faded, Dante suddenly felt the golden greatsword in his hand become incredibly heavy, and it fell to the ground, impossible to pick up again.

He then felt short of breath and a sharp pain inside his body. He turned back into the ailing old man, his body limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Norn was stunned by what he saw.

He originally intended to exploit Dante's fastidious nature to prevent him from casting spells, but the effect was unexpectedly good, and he even managed to kill the old man while he was at it.

Norn watched as the barrier above his head disappeared, and immediately told Arno to stop self-harming and retreat quickly.

He climbed onto Arnold's battered back, and Arnold leaped onto the roof and fled quickly.

Some soldiers pretended to chase after him, while the rest went to check on Dante's condition.

By this time, Dante was incredibly old, with dark brown skin and wrinkled skin, looking almost like a mummy.

"Take...take me away...away..."

Dante's voice was faint, but the soldiers quickly carried him on their backs and fled the square as fast as they could.

If Dante dies, the city of Mizar will inevitably be attacked by humans.

When Dante felt it was about time, he used his last bit of strength to release the "Peaceful Age".

His skin instantly plumped up and returned to normal.

"Alright, thank you, please put me down."

Dante stood up again, gazing at the unfathomable night sky, and muttered to himself, "Just wait, I'll kill you all sooner or later!"