Five minutes later, everyone, including the cooks and maids who had been busy in the kitchen, left the cafeteria and went to watch the duel. The fire was still burning in the unattended stove, and the stew in the boiler was bubbling with a rich aroma, but the juice was getting less and less.

Just as the smell of mush began to dissipate, the raging flame suddenly extinguished. In the large empty hall, an unexpected visitor appeared.

Gruberu lowered his staff, and after stopping a sudden fire, he looked around, and a few dotted lines of magic flowed in his clear eyes.

After verifying Verne's coordinates, Gruberu walked over to a table and raised his staff.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The ground was knocked three times.

In an instant, the air flow around the hall froze, and the color of the world turned dim, as if time had stopped, until several sounds like broken glass suddenly rang out.

In Gruberu's eyes, the hall was finally restored to its original form, and he beckoned softly, and several inconspicuous stones flew into Gruberu's hands from various inconspicuous places from the flower basket, from the chandelier, from the kitchen stove.

In the Torristeen Academy of Magic and Magic, in order to make the students feel comfortable during the meal, the cafeteria was blessed with wind and water magic to regulate the air and humidity in the room, and some people used the magic transmission inside the original rune system to secretly put in a few inconspicuous runes to form a new enchantment, and let the people who entered the cafeteria fall into a state of blindness and slight frenzy, so that they could be induced by the caster to act according to what the caster suggested: for example, let everyone go to watch a duel.

A room full of students and even adult mages didn't notice this hidden enchantment, and it has to be said that the person who laid it was really powerful.

Gruberu smiled self-deprecatingly, if he hadn't gotten the inside story from the mastermind, even if he wanted to crack it, it would have taken a long time.

Feeling the rough stones, according to the original plan, Gruberu took out three of them, NEF, SOL, and Ith, and then pulled out a cold and powerful long sword from the void, and inlaid the runes into the grooves deliberately left on the sword's body.

With a "ding", a magical brilliance quickly spread over the long sword, and in an instant, the originally sharp mortal iron turned into a treasure that exuded holy brilliance.

If those magic families with a long tradition saw this scene, maybe the old guys in power would be surprised one by one, but Gruberu, who had completed this qiē, frowned and seemed even more worried.

"The Order's Crusader Equipment—Blade of Light."

Two nights earlier, in the closed barrier, Gruberu had seen Verne set fire to the ancient book that had been handed to him by Headmaster Osman.

The gray sky, the endless sea, the shore is a rich town, the rather quaint architecture, and the well-dressed inhabitants can't hide the joy in the ordinary atmosphere.

Until a black dot appeared at the end of the horizon, followed by a second, third, fourth, fifth......

When hundreds of behemoths covered the sky and the sun across the sea, the rapid sound of bells rang in the sky. The inhabitants of the coastal town began to run in panic and make a mess everywhere.

The flotilla, which already knew that it could not be hidden, fired several shells at the town, a tower collapsed, several figures fell from the sky, and a terrible scream rang out, and the crowd became even more panicked.

At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked like the mayor of the town, with several wizards wearing robes and wooden staffs, rushed out of the official residence, he roared loudly, and most of the people began to gather around him.

A young lookout ran up to her face with blood on her face and said something, panic and despair written on her face, and it quickly spread to everyone's face.

The mayor listened, looked at the shore again, and turned to the robed wizard closest to him, who hesitated for a few seconds, but finally nodded and aimed his staff at the mayor's temple.

But at that moment, the lookout stepped forward and stood between the two and shouted. The tall mayor was stunned for a moment, and then pushed the lookout to the ground, but the lookout, who struggled to stand up, hugged the mayor and said something desperately.

Eventually, the mayor looked around at the restless inhabitants, and then agreed with a painful look on his face, and gradually some of the crowd began to sob, and then more weeping.

The lookout hugged Mayor Mare with a smile and calmly walked over to the wizard, all of whom took off their hats and saluted the sentry. Then, in the eyes of everyone, the leading wizard raised his staff again, and with an obscure incantation, a pale white substance was withdrawn from the lookout's brain.

The lookout's body collapsed with a thud, and although she was caught by the mayor behind her, everyone present knew that she would never be able to stand up again.

All the wizards quickly stepped forward, raised their staffs in a circle, and the white mass gradually condensed into a humanoid phantom and beckoned around, the cry became louder, and then people saw that under the effect of the spell, the sentinel's soul turned into a phoenix, a white and somewhat illusory phoenix.

The phoenix circled around the grieving mayor and his corpse twice, and let out a beautiful chirp to the crowd, before flapping its wings and speeding inland.

In the distance, the fleet that was speeding towards the harbor soon spotted her, and a chilling sword light shot out from the flagship, chasing the flying phoenix, but it always lagged behind the rapidly flying figure.

As the energy was exhausted, the originally powerful sword light finally dissipated in mid-air. An unwilling roar sounded from the flagship, followed by a continuous burst of shells.

The phoenix, who heard the explosion, did not look back, and a tear passed through the corner of her eye and dissipated into the air. Then, with all his wings flapping, his speed increased again until he could no longer hear where he had been.

After a daytime flight, the phoenix, which had significantly shrunk a few times, finally saw its destination, a magnificent castle. After piercing through the windows on the top floor of the central tower, the phoenix's little strength left to maintain its form was about to run out.

Hurried footsteps, after confirming that it was the person she was looking for who opened the door, Phoenix let out the last chirp she had left on earth, eager, anxious, painful but full of hope.

Then, a sudden burst of fire lit up the room but quickly faded, and Osman, the headmaster of the Torlistine Academy of Magic, picked up the soul fire that remained on the ground with a solemn expression.