The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

Evans felt as if a nerve in his body had snapped.

He then went berserk, bombarding Captain Derkan with wide-range magic, occasionally bursting into wild laughter.

It's just like someone who's gone crazy after being attacked by hundreds of mosquitoes in the summer.

Just as Evans was being completely controlled by these "Captain Derkan"s.

The magical airship that fell from the sky plummeted straight down and crashed into Evans's dragon.

"The magic airship is here!"

The voice recording that Dekan had already prepared was playing on the magic airship.

Meanwhile, Chloex had already used wind magic to take the pilot out of the cabin and flew away into the distance at top speed.

"Dekan!!! You think a magic airship can kill me?!"

Evans roared and raised his hands, desperately casting spells to blast away the unavoidable magical airship.

Even if he's low on health and mana, he's not someone that a mere vehicle can kill!

however.

The instant his spell struck the magic airship.

A terrifying and violent reaction seemed to occur inside the magic airship, as if a series of explosions were gradually spreading from the inside out, instantly tearing the entire magic airship apart.

With a deafening roar, a scorching wave surged forth from the center of the magic airship, blooming like an overwhelming array of eerie and beautiful flowers.

Immediately, the flames in the sky expanded and engulfed Evans, as if they were about to break through the sky.

……

At the amusement park.

Dekan watched the magnificent fireworks burst in the sky, and then the fireworks prepared outside the park began to rise into the air.

"Ha, you idiot, don't you even think about how much explosives I can get my hands on in Tristine City?"

Dekan smiled, shook his head, closed the piano, and walked off the stage.

He found it laughable whenever he thought about how the Resurrected Cult had threatened him yesterday with a self-destructing spell card like [Spark of Annihilation].

Dekan's favorite art is explosion art.

Now that the fireworks have started, music is no longer needed amidst this noise.

Dekan slowly walked to a spacious area in the park that was only used by the organizers.

This is undoubtedly the best vantage point for watching fireworks.

Cornelia was sitting under a parasol in the courtyard, holding her cat teacher.

This place is like their own backyard.

Cornelia was eating a snack when she saw Dekan approaching, and her gaze quickly shifted from the fireworks to Dekan.

"Quick, come quick!"

Cornelia patted the empty chair next to her.

"Cornelia, what do you think of this amusement park and fireworks?"

"That's fantastic!"

"Then we'll come again sometime."

"Ok!"

Dekan hadn't initially imagined that the real world could create the same effect as the shadow world.

For a moment, he even felt that he couldn't distinguish between the real world and the shadow world.

This world is so dreamlike.

So beautiful.

Dekan leaned back in his chair and turned his head to look at Cornelia beside him.

She was intently watching the fireworks, her eyes wide open, occasionally popping a small piece of snack into her mouth and then stuffing another into Teacher Cat's face.

Because her attention was focused on the fireworks, she accidentally pressed the snack onto the cat teacher's nose, which caused the cat teacher to let out a vicious roar.

"call."

Dekan couldn't help but chuckle softly.

This caught Cornelia's attention, and she turned her head to meet Dekan's gaze.

"W-what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just feel a little tired today, but it's not bad."

Although the work is very hard.

But it is precisely during these moments of leisure and tranquility after labor that we can truly appreciate the joy of being alive.

The two soon saw Chloeux flying over from a distance.

He looked slightly tired.

Clearly, besides Ice Princess, Chloe is the most tired person today.

Dekan and Cornelia waved to him happily.

"Come quick, the fireworks aren't over yet!"

Chloeux walked towards them with a helpless smile and sat down in another empty chair.

"We should be able to spend a few more days in Tristine before heading back. Let's enjoy this wonderful trip to the fullest!"

"it is good!"

"Then I'll have to pull out a food map again!"

……

Hearing the conversation of the three people, Lord Viscount Lampard, who was sitting in the distance watching the fireworks, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He pursed his lips and lowered his head, then frowned and raised his head again.

He felt he wanted to express something, but it was stuck in his throat.

He didn't know where to begin complaining.

Because no matter where he was, he felt it was very strange!

138 Lord Dekan's Mission

Amidst a burst of falling flames, Evans's figure crashed heavily to the ground like a meteorite in an instant.

Evans couldn't understand how much explosives Dekan had packed into the magic airship to create such power.

But Evans knew that this time, he had been utterly defeated.

Even with his high stamina and tank-like build, he couldn't withstand the sudden explosion.

His entire right arm had been blasted apart by the fireball explosion, leaving it mangled and torn to pieces.

Especially below the elbows, after directly confronting the magic airship, many parts of the flesh had been completely blown away, revealing bare white bones.

His original black priest's robe was now charred in many places and had several large, tattered holes. Even his red hair had turned quite black.

Even on his deathbed, Evans couldn't help but tremble with resentment and rage.

He is the Destruction Bishop, second only to the leader of the Church of Resurrection!

He was feared by millions of people in his time!

How could such a day have come!

In Evans's mind, there were some formidable enemies in the world that he could take seriously.

However, they are highly skilled, and most of them are also of high status and have a big ego, so they pay a lot of attention to their demeanor before they make a move.

Of course, this is also the biggest weakness of those strong individuals.

The ruthless Evans has a natural advantage over them.

Little did he expect that he would eventually fall victim to a guy like Dekan who had no sense of martial ethics.

Evans even found Decan more disgusting than the most despicable and corrupt bishop in the church!

Regardless of the extent of this guy named Dekan's abilities.

To be able to push Evans to this point, even a near-Master Card Maker like him is something else.

With such talent, how come he has no ambition at all and is completely like a rogue?

Is TM sick or something?

These civilian vehicles were filled with explosives.

Evans couldn't figure it out, and he was running out of time to think about it.

Evans was nearly exhausted, both in terms of magical power and life force.

"rustle."

A slight commotion was heard coming from the open field.

It was the sound of someone walking towards Evans.

Evans didn't have the strength to lift his head, and he couldn't see clearly, but he knew who was still around him.

Isabel walked slowly to Evans' side.

She gently brandished the dagger, her expression slightly amused as she watched Evans's disheveled state.

"Lord Evans, please hold on a little longer."

With a gentle tone, Isabelle helped Evans to his feet.

With a feigned gentleness, she slowly poured a small bottle of recovery potion down Evans' throat.

Hehehe...