In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

boom--

It slammed its fist into the ground, creating a huge crater.

It was about to continue when it noticed something nearby.

I glanced in that direction with my compound eyes, which I don't know how they formed, and what I saw was—

He is a magician.

The magician, kneeling on the ground, was watching him weep.

"Ahhhh!"

It was furious and wanted to destroy the magician, but when it saw the magician's face clearly, it froze on the spot.

That's... Ruslan.

Luslan had lost all his strength. He knelt there, wailing, looking up at Arno.

He seemed to be saying something, but he couldn't hear it himself, and neither could Arno.

All I know is that he was crying, and he was crying very sadly.

This face...

I feel like I've seen this somewhere before...?

what.

I remembered.

This person...I know him.

He... shouldn't be hurt...

I have to... leave here... I can't...

Hurt him...

boom--

Using his powerful jumping ability, Arnold created a large hole in the ceiling and jumped out of the manor.

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Chapter 696 The London Monster

Ruslan quickly chased after him outside, only to find that Arno had vented his frustrations briefly in the manor before running off into the distance.

The bodies of several servants were carelessly thrown into the courtyard, leaving only a mess on the road.

......

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

boom--

Its two strong hind legs stomped on the ground, leaving clear and visible marks with each stomp.

This body caused this life pain.

Intense hatred and rage filled the entire consciousness of this life.

revenge--

destroy--

Zorgen—!!!

It roared and howled forward.

Except for the two Zorgen behind it, it could see, because of intense anger, intense resentment—it could see!

Opposite this city-state before us lies Zorgen!

"Ahhhhhh!!!" He suddenly caught sight of a huge house not far from the road and instinctively ran towards it.

This is a leather factory.

"Ahhh-"

Boom boom boom—!!!

A hard body made of magic and minerals crashed into the leather factory.

What happens when a terrifying monster meets starving, unarmed factory workers? The answer is obvious.

Arno's body was soaked in blood, and the cries and wails of the survivors still echoed in the tanneries.

Arno's compound eyes, formed from magic, gazed upon the person before him.

The man was chubby and trembling with fear.

"No...no...don't kill me...Aaaaaah—!!!"

Arno exhaled a blue-white, flame-like magical breath, instantly turning the chubby leather factory owner who had sold him to Serim into charred remains within its breath.

It is a product of error.

What it does is naturally wrong.

After destroying the tanneries, Arno continued his journey toward the Zorgon estate across from London.

It has no reason, nor can it possibly have reason.

It doesn't know right from wrong; it only relies on instinct to frantically destroy everything in its path.

......

Meanwhile, inside the clock tower located on the outskirts of London.

"Mr. Elmero!"

bang——

The door to Mark's office was suddenly flung open, and a young magician appeared in the doorway, looking anxious.

"What happened that made you so flustered?" Mark looked at his student with displeasure.

"Just now, just now—" He controlled his heavy breathing and pointed outside, "The observation familiar sent a message: a powerful magical reaction appeared outside London and is now advancing towards the city!"

“A powerful magical reaction? What is that?” Maximilian frowned slightly.

"I don't know, but the magical reaction is extremely strong! So strong—even stronger than most fantasy species!" the student said, organizing his thoughts.

"What?!" Mark jumped to his feet. "Barthemello knows?"

"The Dean's candidate is also aware of this. In other words, apart from the three monarchs who are not currently at the Clock Tower—Monarch Animusphia, Monarch Meastia, and Monarch Balyeleta—all the other monarchs who are still at the Clock Tower, including the Dean, have been notified!"

Just then, Maximilian Elmello Kuzzak received a magical message.

"...The Grand Order Conference?" he muttered, frowning. "Why hold a Grand Order Conference at this time?"

"Could it be... because of that magical reaction near London?" A bead of cold sweat trickled down his face.

Without delay, he hurried off to the conference room.

......

In a panic, Arnold tore down the gates of London and stormed into the city amidst the bloodshed.

"Aaaaaah—Aaaaaah!!!!"

Faced with this terrifying monster, people panicked and fled in all directions.

Arno spewed a white magical breath, nearly setting the entire street ablaze. Flames and screams filled the air.

The people who were set on fire struggled, and in just a few seconds they turned into skeletons and charred remains. Arno's huge fist, imbued with magic, slammed into the ground, and the ground trembled for dozens of meters around.

The house collapsed and was set ablaze.

The roars of monsters and the cries of people mingled together with the crackling of flames.

Officials quickly organized a team to try and stop the monster, but its power was too great, and no one could stop it.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Arno's hand slapped away a trembling traffic controller, who crashed into the roadside ruins like a tattered sack, with no chance of survival.

Arno unleashed his destructive desires wildly, spewing forth waves of white flames.

Terror gripped London.

......

“We must take immediate action,” said the current monarch, Tramberlio, solemnly. “That strange creature has now entered London, and according to our predictions, it is heading straight for our Clock Tower. For the sake of the Clock Tower and for the sake of the common people, we must resolve this problem.”

“I have no objection. In fact, our family's magicians have already set off,” Monarch Barthemello sighed. “My data shows that the creature's energy level is almost on par with the most powerful fantasy species. If it wanted to, it could raze the entire city of London to the ground at any time.”

"Perhaps there are some concerns? Or is it that it's not using its power fully? In any case, it's clearly in a weak period right now, or maybe it's in its infancy?" Lord El-Melloi tapped the table.

"On one hand, we must stop this creature's advance; on the other hand, we need to know where this monster came from." The current monarch, Bricissan, sighed. "How could a creature of this magnitude still exist on the surface? Shouldn't it have been sealed away as a mystery to the inner world long ago?"

"In short, we must eliminate this threat first." Monarch Gaius looked at Monarch Basemelo. "As for everything else, we should put it aside."

The nine monarchs who remained in the clock tower nodded in unison.

The magicians have begun their work.

They have only one goal.

That means eliminating the monster, protecting the Clock Tower, then protecting London, and afterwards ensuring the mystery remains unsolved.

On the other side of the London outskirts, the Zorgon family estate has been destroyed.

Lying in the ruins, Serim slowly opened his eyes.

"Uh—um..." Thrim pushed away the magical equipment covering him and burying him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sat up.

"What... happened?" He rubbed his head. "Wasn't it just now..."

"Master." Luslan's expression was somber, his head bowed, still kneeling beside Serim.

His tone was low and lifeless.