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Vatrian had no time to think. Seeing countless tentacles transforming into black waves approaching from below, he immediately ordered Antoniere to rise from the valley floor and carry him away as if fleeing for his life.

This is a witch who slaughtered four ancient gods in a row, and almost wiped out the entire army of 200,000 duchies with a wave of her hand... Vatrian is not stupid. Such an enemy is far beyond the level that one or two so-called extraordinary or saintly beings can contend with.

But why is the other party here? That witch's apostle, how could this guy be willing to personally descend to protect her?

Vatrian was completely baffled until he flew several miles away on his red dragon and looked back at the canyon covered with tentacles, only to find that his opponent had not pursued him.

Did they escape?

Vatrien thought with lingering fear. He had heard that the world-destroying witch possessed the divine power to traverse space; even hundreds or thousands of miles away, crossing them was a matter of a single thought.

But the other party didn't pursue him. Did they let him go...?

A question flashed through his mind. Recalling the "thrilling" escape just now, he suddenly sensed something was amiss.

That eerie aura... why isn't it there this time?

When a person reaches the transcendent level, they can perceive the composition of different magical forces in the environment in a very subtle way. The magic of the world-destroying witch is particularly special. Even a little bit of it is enough to make the perceiver feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their heart.

When they were on the mountaintop, the mental magic tricks used by the witch apostles always carried a strange aura. Now that the world-destroying witch has come in person, why is there no such strange feeling?

"Damn it!?"

Suddenly enlightened, Vatrian felt an uncontrollable surge of anger welling up inside him.

He roared and urged the red dragon to carry him back, simply because he realized that he had been tricked by those wretched insects again.

"Wow, you dared to come back after seeing that I didn't run away. I must say, you have quite the courage, human."

"Witch Ella" stood with one hand on her hip, still on the black lotus, watching Vatrian fly back from afar on a red dragon, and chuckled.

"I've had enough of your stupid tricks, die!!!"

Vatrian pointed into the air, and the red dragon immediately roared and spewed a pillar of fire towards "Witch Ella".

"Wow! You saw through it so quickly!"

"Witch Ella" immediately transformed back into Miss Demon Maple with a soft "pop," jumped off the lotus, and fled in panic.

"Damn it!!! Stop right there!!!"

Vatrian, who had been tricked, felt his blood pressure was about to explode. Just thinking about how he had fled in such a sorry state made him want to tear the guy in front of him to pieces.

He ignored the tentacles lashing at him from all sides, now knowing they were just damned illusions. He swooped down on his red dragon, determined to kill the insect that dared to fool him.

Chapter 111 The Angel Descends

"Help, little brother! Help!"

Miss Mofeng hopped around in the valley, clinging to the phantom rope, while the terrifying tentacles around her gradually faded into translucent powder phantoms.

But just as Vatrian passed through several illusions of tentacles, the last tentacle suddenly materialized and slammed into his head.

With a muffled thud, Vatrian, caught off guard, was knocked off the dragon's back and spun around before crashing headfirst into the mountainside.

"Vatrian!?"

Red Dragon Antonie cried out in alarm and quickly turned around to help Vatrian.

Fortunately, the latter had been cautiously activating the metal magic barrier, otherwise even with his physique, his head would have been smashed open.

"What the hell!?"

He looked up, his head still buzzing, and saw that the tentacles from before had turned into a large rock embedded with a deep red magic circle.

Is there also a gravity-manipulated flying stone hidden within the illusion?

Vatrian turned his head angrily, and sure enough, his gaze caught the figure of the burly gravity mage flashing into the phantom of a tentacle in mid-air not far away.

The large tentacles of illusion severely interfered with Vatrian's perception. Most importantly, these illusions were not just mental spells cast on him, but rather some kind of disguise with a tangible form.

This means that Vatrian cannot resist the influence of illusions by increasing his mental resistance, because these things are as real as projections, only without the earth-shattering power of real witch tentacles.

This made Vatrian feel utterly disgusted, as fireballs and flying stones were constantly being carried by the sweeping tentacles. The red dragon could withstand the attacks thanks to its tough skin, but Vatrian did not have the physique of a dragon. Even with his protective barrier, he would not be able to withstand several rounds of attacks.

They're clearly just a bunch of trashy Master-level guys. If it were a head-on confrontation, not only Antoniere, but even Vatrian alone would be confident of sweeping them all away.

Unfortunately, his opponent's fighting style left him unable to use his strength for the time being, and he didn't know where to direct his powerful magic and sword skills.

Even though he couldn't suppress his anger, Vatrian, to be on the safe side, could only have the dragon keep breathing fire to clear away the tentacle illusions that covered the valley floor.

These illusions were not solid; they turned into wisps of smoke and vanished when burned. And Demon Maple's magic was ultimately finite; such a large-scale illusion quickly became unsustainable.

Before long, the company players, now free from concealment, finally revealed themselves at the bottom of a valley filled with the smell of burning.

"A futile struggle? I'd like to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."

After confirming that all those damned illusions had been burned away, Vatrian finally felt relieved and landed on his red dragon.

He didn't understand what these people were struggling with. Even if those boring illusions could indeed restrain him for a while, and the magic mixed in with the illusions was even more sinister, as long as he was on guard, they couldn't cause him and Antoniere too much real harm.

"I really don't understand, can't a bunch of trashy Master-level beings see the insurmountable gap between you and me, and even between you and the Saint-level Red Dragon?"

As Vatrian spoke, he raised his hand and released silver magic that formed a huge barrier that enveloped the bottom of the canyon.

If these guys run away themselves instead of helping those nobles, they might actually succeed, given their underhanded methods.

He's had enough of this game of hide-and-seek, and even if it takes more magic, he's determined to wipe out these ants completely.

With the surrounding area sealed off by the barrier, Raymond sensed the powerful flames brewing in the giant mouth of the red dragon ahead and couldn't help but turn to look at Ye Xiao beside him.

"Hey, isn't this enough time? I feel like we've dragged this out long enough."

"Come on, come on..."

Ye Xiao remained outwardly calm, but his hands were clenched with sweat.

"Relax,"

Miss Wei Mofeng remained optimistic, trying to comfort everyone, "Look on the bright side, at least the scenery isn't bad when you're buried here."

"No, can't you say something nice?!"

"Roar--"

The next moment, the red dragon suddenly spewed out a torrent of flames, and the dragon fire, carrying an aura of destruction, instantly filled the entire valley floor.

The raging fire burned everything in sight, spreading along the contours of the deep valley, filling the cracks in the land with a fiery crimson.

In these final moments, they seemed to have run out of options and offered no real resistance before their bodies were completely engulfed in the sea of ​​fire.

"Ha, a bunch of ants who only know how to use tricks and gimmicks, they can't avoid their fate of destruction in the face of absolute power."

Seeing the flames blazing ahead, Vatrian finally felt relieved.

But in a daze, he suddenly saw what seemed to be a golden light emerging from the sea of ​​fire.

He thought he was seeing things, but when he looked again, he saw the golden light swaying and expanding until, in the next second, it suddenly became a dazzling golden barrier.

Vatrian stared in astonishment as the barrier split the flames on both sides. Even though the ground on both sides was burned into crystals that shimmered with crimson light, the barrier, like a solid rock, safely protected Ye Xiao and the others behind it.

Holy Light Barrier??

There's actually a holy light barrier that can block Anton's breath?!

This is not something an ordinary arcane mage could do; to be able to block the dragon's flames, the opponent must also be a Saint-level mage.

Vatrian looked up and saw a girl enveloped in holy light descending slowly above the barrier, her elegant figure bathed in the holy light. Almost instantly, she reminded him of the saintess Tanya.

But how could that guy have recovered so quickly?

Vatrian clearly remembered that just a few dozen minutes ago Tanya was completely helpless, how could she have... in such a short time...

wrong.

Isn't this Tanya?

Vatrian's eyes widened as he saw a petite figure in the holy light wearing a priest's robe, with long black hair cascading over her shoulders, and a pair of deep blue eyes on her round face.

The girl's features bore a resemblance to Ella Hevy, but she was noticeably younger, and the immense, pure holy light emanating from her was clearly not from the power of an evil god.

Who the hell is this?

Vatrian is going crazy.

He couldn't understand whether this was another "world-destroying witch's" sister.

Or perhaps I've been hit by some kind of mental spell, or some damned illusion?

He was starting to lose his senses, and for a moment he was in a daze.

"Finally...is it the Saintess who has arrived?"

The flames mixed with dazzling golden light made it difficult for Raymond and the others behind the barrier to see the figures in the sky clearly, and they could only sigh in admiration based on the holy light.

"Yes, yes, that's our Saintess in her angelic form. Let's leave it to her now, everyone get out of here."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Xiao pushed the crowd and hurried away.

Because only he knew that it was actually Alina who had been teleported over after the Ella portal cooled down, and he couldn't let these corporate players discover the truth.

Chapter 112 The Rondo of Dragons and Angels

After much thought, Ye Xiao decided that calling Alina was the most appropriate way to defeat this Saint-level dragon without revealing his identity.

With sufficient strength and being of the same Holy Light faction, they could conveniently use Tania's name as a cover.

As for Alina, Ella simply sent a message from afar, saying, "Ye Xiao is in danger and needs your help." Without saying a word, she immediately ran to the temple and dragged Ella to open the spatial portal.

At this moment, the petite girl floated in mid-air with her arms crossed, her round face and blue eyes staring at Vatrian and the red dragon Antoniere, revealing a long-lost hint of hostility.

"It's you who bullied me..."

amount.

Alina paused for a moment. What was Ye Xiao to her?

Brother? Cordia is his sister, and Ye Xiao is Cordia's lover. This way of addressing them is too confusing in terms of generation.

Brother-in-law? It doesn't feel very close, and it's a bit strange.

Hmm... Suddenly I realize this is a problem...

"What is she doing?"

Vatrian noticed the black-haired girl rubbing her chin in the air, as if she had suddenly started to think about something, and a look of doubt flashed across her face.

This "angel" doesn't seem to be very smart.

However, this was precisely an opportunity for him. His red dragon immediately opened its mouth, and a huge fireball shot out, striking the girl directly.

However, as the flames from the explosion dissipated, Alina stood unharmed in mid-air, her only hand outstretched in front of her chest, summoning a thin golden light.

"Never mind, I'll ask him again later."

Alina refocused her gaze on Vatrian and casually conjured a golden streak of light to retaliate.

Her movements were effortless, yet the golden light she flicked pierced through layers of mist, striking the red dragon's head in an instant.

The condensed divine power erupted instantly, and the shockwave shattered the surrounding mountain walls.

Red Dragon Antoniere seemed to have been struck on the head; his enormous head tilted violently, and his entire body swayed, almost throwing Vatrian off the ground.

In previous battles, Vatrian was the one who was injured, while Antoniere's dragon body remained unharmed.

But this time, as the red dragon sank its claw into the mountain to stabilize itself and raised its head, the dragon scales on its forehead showed spiderweb-like cracks.

"No way... Dragons should have extremely high resistance to magic..."

Vatrian's eyes widened; he dared not imagine what would have happened if that golden light had been aimed at his head.

"So hard?"

On the other side, Alina was also slightly surprised. She then flapped her wings behind her, which suddenly produced a large number of dense light spots.

Vatrian was instantly paralyzed by the sight, breaking out in a cold sweat as he roared for Anton to ascend immediately.

The next second, those points of light transformed into hundreds and thousands of torrents that swept over, and continuous golden light chased after the rapidly rising tail of the giant dragon and burst forth.

Like a series of golden fireworks launched into the sky from the canyon, the red dragon roared and tried its best to use its wings to protect Vatrien on its back from the barrage of light.

Its hard scales shattered and flew everywhere, and its fierce and huge body became a burden, unable to avoid the rapidly moving golden light.

There's no way I could be a match for this guy.