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Magic flowed through the staff, and an invisible wall seemed to surround the Faded One and Xiling.

Isolation should not be called manipulation. When these gray stone magics entered the invisible walls of the Faded Ones, the Faded Ones directly manipulated the magic within for their own use.

Like meteors colliding, the entire academy was turned into daylight by the collision of the radiant stone magic.

“Although we can communicate, it seems we can’t communicate much. Why don’t you just take action?” The Faded One said as he precisely manipulated the magical collisions. Although it looked cool, he couldn’t actually control those extremely fast and powerful spells.

Even so, it was exhausting. The one who had faded felt he couldn't hold on any longer, while the guy next door, who was a show-off, didn't move at all. He sat in his wheelchair with his eyes closed, as if enjoying the storm generated by the collision of magic.

The faded one really wanted to kick the guy's wheelchair from behind, sending him plummeting off the tower.

Xiling opened her eyes, chuckled lightly, and said calmly, "See, you're getting impatient again."

“Lift your butt off Ann’s wheelchair, I’m going to kick it!” the faded man said angrily.

"Oh, I'm preparing too, and don't you think it's great? Look at the surprise and disbelief in your eyes first," Xiling pointed to the people from the magic academy below.

"Thank you for not having your worldly desires."

Xiling looked towards a place that was once the location of the Full Moon Queen, but there was a huge hole in that place.

When Xiling saw the cave entrance, she also sensed a familiar presence – Radagan.

Xiling never expected that after being knocked away by her, the other party would choose to come to the magic academy, and specifically to find the Full Moon Queen.

Seeing the state of the damaged building, it seems they came here to be beaten up. But now that Radagan's presence has almost disappeared, they're probably no longer here, or perhaps they used the power of the Great Rune to... rebuild themselves.

Things are starting to take an interesting turn.

Xiling began to look forward to her next meeting with Radagan.

"During this period"

"What kind of scenery does this dilapidated border region present to you?"

What would you choose?

"It is to continue upholding that broken Golden Law."

"Or should we join the Silver Law and pave the way for a new world?"

Regardless of which choice the other party makes, nothing will change.

Xiling slowly stood up from her wheelchair.

Silvery-white magic began to gather around her, and Xiling slowly spoke.

"Imprisonment - Magic"

Suddenly, all the mages in the entire area who were trying to cast spells stared blankly at their staffs and even waved them forward twice in an attempt to cast a spell.

However, it was all in vain.

Just as these magicians were at a loss, a voice rang out above their heads.

You have made your choice.

I will also give you the path to choose.

The magicians looked up, their eyes widening in shock.

The silvery magic transformed into a pillar of light reaching the heavens, and at the source of this pillar of light...

The Silver King, wielding his holy sword, gave a slight smile to the mages below, and spoke, word by word.

"Are you still standing here like an idiot? Watch where my sword moves, and then run!"

As if realizing what was happening, the magicians immediately moved away from the direction of the holy sword.

next second.

The holy sword strikes!

In an instant, the Rhealucalia Academy, a magic academy that had existed for countless years, was split in two.

But it's only a division into two.

There was no explosion, and no casualties; it was as if Xiling had simply picked up a knife and cut a piece of cake.

However, no one dared to resist anymore. The mages stared at the thin sword mark, the sword mark that had cleaved everything in two.

They looked at the Silver King standing atop the tower, watching them with a smile.

They were conquered.

Or rather, they were forcibly conquered.

......

But this was not a natural roar; rather, it was the ravages of some more violent and insane force—like a pebble thrown into calm water, creating not ripples, but a destructive torrent.

The former official residence of the volcano is now just ruins.

Lava flows, black smoke obscures the sun; this place was once a breeding ground for conspiracy and ambition, but now it is just a battlefield ravaged by gods and monsters.

The giant snake was howling.

It was a blasphemous, twisted monster, its body pieced together from rotting flesh and writhing, bloody hands.

It is a being that devours gods, an embodiment of blasphemy—Rakad, the monarch of the Volcano Mansion, has now become like this.

At this moment, it was being held down in the magma by a giant like a war god, with two giant blades slashing down like a butcher's cleaver!

"Rakad—!!!"

Ratahn's roar echoed through the volcano. Every strike he made was filled with violent rage. When the blade pierced the snake's body, what splattered was not blood, but countless twisted bloody hands—they struggled in the lava and instantly turned into charred ashes.

The giant serpent roared, whipped its tail violently, and slammed Rataen into the rock wall! Rock fragments shattered, and dust billowed everywhere.

The blasphemous serpent turned its head to look at the other side, where the people from the Volcano Mansion were.

And in front of these people stood Kevin, clad in armor.

Friend or foe?

Friend, then there's no need to surrender.

If you're an enemy, fight until you become a friend.

So the people at the Volcano Mansion chose to befriend Kevin.

But a few people remained numbly in place, following Tasni.

These people have empty eyes, as if they have long lost the ability to think and are simply mechanically following some kind of illusory faith.

Until—they saw the true form of the giant serpent.

Ratahn's roar still echoed, and the name he called out struck these numb souls like a thunderbolt.

Lakad...?

That twisted, filthy giant serpent... is it their ruler?

In the instant their faith collapsed, a sliver of clarity returned to their eyes.

That thing was not the monarch they followed at all.

That was just a monster.

A pathetic creature that devoured gods, and ultimately devoured itself as well.

Just as these people were watching the blasphemous serpent crumble in its faith.

Kevin sensed that something was wrong.

The snake looked at them as if it were looking at its prey.

The terrifying thought had barely crossed Kevin's mind when he whirled around and roared at the stunned crowd, "If you don't want to be eaten by that thing and turned into one of those bloody hand-like creatures, then get moving!"

"Run!"

Kevin reacted quickly, but the blasphemous serpent reacted even faster.

In the game, its slow and clumsy body now displays astonishing explosive power. Its massive body moves nimbly in the lava, and its rotting flesh twists and writhes in the high temperature, making a nauseating "gurgling" sound.

Just as Kevin had guessed.

The blasphemous serpent intended to devour them all, turning them into nourishment for its own growth, and then it devoured the powerful demigod.

Rataen is too strong.

So powerful that even the most powerful serpent could not tear a piece of flesh from him.

Therefore, it needs more nutrients, more fresh flesh and blood... otherwise, it will fall into eternal slumber again.

People stared blankly at the figure approaching them.

Some of the more experienced Faded Ones were the first to react, immediately turning and retreating. The Volcano Mansion members, who had just regained a shred of their senses, also scattered in terror, their faces filled with fear.

But one figure remained standing motionless in place.

Tasni gazed up at the approaching blasphemous serpent, her eyes filled not with fear, but with piety.

She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her lips moving slightly as she uttered a prayer that sounded almost like a dream:

"My king...you must live on...as long as you are alive, your grand plan will surely be realized..."

Her voice grew increasingly agitated, her eyes gleaming with a frenzied light: "And I... am willing to be the nourishment for your growth... Please let me be one with you forever..."

Just as Tasni closed her eyes, waiting to become one with her "King," a slender yet strong arm suddenly grabbed her hand.

At the same time, a very familiar, anxious female voice rang out:

"Lady Tasni! Run!"

Tasni suddenly opened her eyes, turning back in disbelief to the girl who had grabbed her: "Raya?! Why are you still here?!"

Raya's little face was filled with fear, but she still held onto Tasni's hand: "Lady Tasni, this isn't the time to talk about this! We have to get out of here right now!"

Tasni seemed to snap out of her daze, but her next action shocked Raya even more—she forcefully shook off Raya's hand and shoved the girl away almost violently: "Raya, go! Don't stay here!"

"And what about you, Lady Tasni?" Raya looked at Tasni, who had pushed her away, with confusion.

"I'll be alright, Raya! Listen to me, get out of here right now!"

Tasni's voice was almost hoarse as she desperately pushed Raya away, but the girl's hands gripped her wrists like iron clamps, dragging her backward. The heat of the lava washed over them, the air thick with the stench of rotting flesh, and the blasphemous serpent—the "king" she once worshipped—was now opening its blood-red maw, closing in on them.

She was willing to be devoured.

She was willing to become a part of Laqad, willing to nourish his rebirth with her own flesh and blood.

But she absolutely could not accept Raya being dragged into it too!

"Raya! Let go!" Tasni cried out in near despair, but stubborn tears glistened in the girl's eyes.

"I won't abandon you! Lady Tasni!" Raya's voice trembled, but her determination was unwavering. "I will never let you be eaten by that thing!"

However, their struggles were utterly futile before the blasphemous serpent. The serpent's shadow loomed overhead, a stench of decay filled the air, and its gaping maw, like the abyss itself, opened wide—

"My King! Wait! At least let Raya go first—"

Tasni's shouts came to an abrupt halt.

Because the blasphemous serpent will not listen to her prayers.

All it wants to do is eat.

"boom--!!!"

Ratahn descended from the sky like a shooting star, carrying devastating gravity magic, and slammed into the giant serpent's head!

Immediately afterwards——

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Countless silver blades appeared out of thin air, pouring down like a torrential rain, densely piercing the giant serpent's back! Rotten flesh was torn apart, pus and blood spurted out, and the blasphemous serpent let out a mournful wail.

At the top of the volcano, Mongot's figure stands proudly.

"Roar--!"

As the giant serpent writhed wildly, Ratahn, far away, had already leaped into the air. His arms were bulging with muscles, and the two giant blades reconnected, spinning rapidly in his hands. The gravity around the blades was compressed to the extreme, and even the light was distorted.

The moment the twin blades left the hand, the air was torn apart, creating a vacuum. The spinning blade wheel, like the Grim Reaper's razor, cleanly sliced ​​open the rotting flesh the instant it touched the snake's body, revealing the still-wriggling internal organs.