Gleiman opened the magic barrier, but the black lightning easily passed through the magic barrier and hit the deck on Gureman's side.

With just one blow, the floating boat he was riding in was shattered, and Guleiman fell towards the earth, looking at the cloudy sky, but he couldn't solve the doubts in his heart.

But halfway through his fall, he slowed down like this, as if he was being pulled by an invisible net, and finally stopped.

Sensing where this power was coming from, Grayman looked behind him with a delighted expression.

"Right full rudder, let's go to the core area of the other side. ”

A clear female voice came from Lisa Amadeus, familiar to Gureman, a dark wizard from Isrul.

At this moment, Lisa was sitting on the bridge, surrounded by busy crews, and the first mate stood at her side, repeating the captain's orders.

It was a huge floating battleship, with a streamlined hull like a sharp knife, and on the deck of the ship, four triple main guns were adjusting their muzzles, pointing to the center of the Thunderstorm, and more anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns were on standby.

This floating battleship is larger than the previous ones, and the caliber of the main gun is also larger, and, from the sides of the floating battleship, countless small machines flew out, like a swarm of bees around the battleship, you can see that it is an unmanned floating cannon the size of an ordinary human, each of which has the ability to fight alone.

But that's not all.

After Lisa's battleship, there were three more ships of the same specification, as well as six small floating ships.

These battleships were spaced at a certain distance and formed a battle formation.

In the middle of the battleship was an even larger floating battleship, which, unlike the others, had no huge main guns, only a few anti-aircraft guns, and an empty deck full of strangely shaped machinery.

The strange machine, with its bird-like wings, could be seen taking off from the deck one by one, flying around the battle cluster.

In the distance, countless parade dragons descended from the clouds, forming even deeper black clouds.

"Inform the whole fleet. ”

From Lisa's battleship, a loud announcement was heard.

"Now begin the battle against the people of Chaos, and may the night of Isrul be with you, everyone. ”

......

Grantia watched the lightning strike, but she felt like she was locked on, unable to move.

Time slowed down, and she could feel the terrifying power, and sparks of static electricity began to spread on her body, as if she was going to die in the next moment.

But nothing happened.

A soft light enveloped Grandia and the entire student dormitory, and if you look down from the sky, you can see that the entire Christian Royal Academy is surrounded by a silver light, blocking out those destructive lightning.

"What's going on?"

Grandia didn't feel the breath of magic, it was obviously not the work of the masters, nor was it the effect of the Academy's defensive circle.

This light is soft and warm, like a mother's embrace.

Grantia saw countless points of light fly out of the toppled school building.

Those are the injured people.

Grandia could see Alyssa's eyes slightly closed and she was falling to the grass, and beside her, there were many people who were awake or unconscious.

Beyond the light, thunder and lightning are still raging, but they can never find a breakthrough.

"Who is it? Do you know what kind of existence you're facing?"

From the sky, there was a low roar, angry and irritable, containing devastating feelings.

"Of course I know that you are the People of Chaos, the Fury of Arctus, who is now outside the crystal wall, ready to break the seal and descend. ”

A voice responded, calm, gentle, elegant, yet tough.

On the clock tower of Christine Royal Academy, a figure rises.

He had gray hair and wore white priestly robes, and his whole person exuded an aura of holiness and solemnity, which made people want to chant the name of the goddess.

"Lackeys of the goddess, you will pay the price. ”

The muffled voice roared, and in the sky, countless spiked monsters descended, trying to shatter the barrier of light.

"Really?"

The man smiled and held out a finger.

"But before that, you also have to pay the price for your recklessness on the soil of this country. ”

It was only at this time that Grantia recognized the man's identity and couldn't help but be surprised.

This lord should be the least likely to appear at the Christian Royal Academy, but at this time, there is no doubt that the academy was saved by him.

He was Shiloh Eingray, the archbishop of the kingdom of Aster.

......

The waves are so great that they will swallow everything.

Ships capsized, houses collapsed, and Atlantia, still in a state of reconstruction, was once again ruthlessly destroyed.

The spear at the center of the maelstrom exuded a terrifying aura, and out of it more shadow monsters branched out, all in black shape, flying over the waves, sweeping towards every corner of the city, tearing apart everything they saw.

Harvey Dent pulled out his staff, and a huge fireball smashed into the shadow monster, causing it to dissipate into black mist, but the next moment, the black mist condensed and turned into four smaller shadow monsters, lunging towards him.

"Be careful!"

The boss of the Mage's Hand shouted that his spell was still being built and that it was too late to block the attack for Harvey Dent.

"No ......"

Harvey Dant let out a small wail, unable to do anything as the dark claws struck him.

Buzz –

A magical buzz was heard, and the four shadow monsters that attacked Harvey Dent turned into dust in an instant, and the dozen or so monsters around them disappeared at the same time.

"What happened?"

Harvey Dent was still at a loss, he looked at the innkeeper, who also didn't quite understand.

This kind of scene also takes place in every street in Atlantia, where the monsters that used to wreak havoc and kill disappear in the blink of an eye, as if everything was a dream.

At this moment, the spear in the maelstrom moved.

The blade of the spear swung out, but was forcibly stopped when it touched a void.

In that place, a figure loomed.

"Who dares to stop my coming?"

From the maelstrom, a cold voice asked, sending chills through the hearts of those who heard it.

"Isaac Livingston. ”

The figure gradually became clear, his temples gray, his dress immaculate, suspended in mid-air, surrounded by many unnatural distortions, blocking the powerful spear.

"Just a seeker of the truth. ”