The Elven Queen, who had been waiting at the reception of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for a day, felt that her trip must not be going well, and gently placed the coffee cup she was holding on the table, with a smile on her face.

She looked at the minister standing in front of her, Falai, and commanded softly, "A very smelly little fellow is here. If I had been elsewhere, I might not have found him. But in Seris, a place where pollution is heavier than magic, his magic is too conspicuous. ”

"Although he has been carefully hiding his magic fluctuations, he is too weak, and the weak ones did not make me have much effort to find him." As she spoke, the queen stood up, and with her beautiful hands she wrenched the hood behind her head and placed it over her head, covering her mouth-watering, pointy ears.

"Let's go! Go help...... Even if you don't make a move, it's not bad to see the excitement. With that, she went straight to the door, and without saying a word, Falai nodded slightly, and followed behind the queen.

Meanwhile, on the runway of Ceris International Airport, on another Boeing 747 from Grecan, an old man with closed eyes opened his eyes.

He looked at his companion, who was already standing next to him, covering his face with the hood he wore over his magic robes, and took his wand from the other's hand.

In the other positions, the old men who had also closed their eyes and recuperated stood up, all wearing Grican's magic robes embroidered with Griken's magician emblem.

"Okay, now that we know that the old friend is here, the rest will be easy." The old man at the head stood up, holding his magic staff, and his momentum suddenly became amazing: "Let's go!" Don't let him mess around! ”

With his voice, all the old men who stood up nodded slightly, and said softly, "We will definitely do everything in our power to bring the Grand Magister Telavish to justice." ”

The old man at the head also nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the door of the plane that had been opened. He's going to stop his old friend, the friend who's known him for thousands of years and who used to be the one who still talks about everything.

He's Lonsardlai, the Grand Magister of Griken! After the magical aura of this world has been raised to a new level, he has been promoted to a higher realm, and has become the most powerful magician of mankind.

Because of the precious information sent by the Greken Eyeliner within the puppet empire, it was confirmed that Archmage Travish had left Burkland, so he also brought Greken's most elite team of magicians to Seris.

This is the most likely place for Telavish to come, and it's the only place Telavish can go right now.

So, he's here, he's going to make a break with his old friend here, or rather, to help Ellan Hill keep Seris's dignity.

For him, this is an attitude, as for whether Iran Hill needs to accept this affection or not, it is another matter.

Because, after he was promoted to become an existence similar to the Law Saint, he also felt another breath in Iran Hill becoming stronger.

……

In the palace of Iran Hill, a pair of beautiful and picturesque eyes that had been closed suddenly opened, and the bright eyes like jewels adjusted to the intensity of the light, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly, making people want to go up and kiss them.

Vivien, who was meditating on the bed, sat up and stretched her arms. The magic in her body was no longer churning, and she looked much more peaceful than she had been a while ago.

She had passed the dangerous period of promotion, and now she was a fully formed, terrifying existence beyond the archmagister.

Some people just feel unfair, their talent is stronger than the efforts of others - Vivien is such a magical genius, otherwise she would not have advanced to the rank of rejuvenation at such a young age.

Now, it took her less time than her predecessor Long Sadley to become a Dharma Saint, which is not too surprising when you think about it.

"I just felt another mage using magic in a very close distance!" Vivien beckoned to the maid beside her and commanded, "Notify Your Majesty immediately and let the civilians take refuge!" ”

"Yes! Her Royal Highness! The maid, who was also a high-ranking magician, immediately stepped aside with a solemn expression when she heard the command, grabbed a phone, and conveyed Vivien's order.

Almost at the same moment, almost the same second that Vivien gave the order to put the city into a state of emergency, Telavish, who had also been promoted to the rank of Fa Sheng, stood in the middle of the bustling street, looking up at the huge advertising plaques, stunned and unsure of what he was thinking.

He had never seen such a prosperous city, and even the Burkeland he had built with his own hands was not as good as the city in front of him.

Not even one in a thousand! Compared to this city called Seris, Bulkland, which was once known as the Pearl of Magic, is as pitiful as a small village in the countryside in front of this city.

The skyscrapers here reach into the sky, and the streets here are wide and flat. It's not like Centipede City, where everything has to be compromised to be mobile. There is no need to relocate, and no one seems to be able to threaten here.

From the very beginning, there didn't seem to be any defensive fortress here, everything here is so fixed, everything here is so trendy.

People on the streets are holding mobile phones, and cars are speeding down in the middle of the road. At a glance, the clothes of the people are very noble, and the temperament of the people is completely different from those of the poor commoners.

The people here seem to be born with a sense of pride that makes people look up, and they all have a temperament that overlooks all living beings under the feet of the Son of Heaven.

What made him depressed was that this kind of temperament was originally owned by the puppet empire, but in just two years, this feeling cultivated over thousands of years was squeezed away.

He really wanted to break it all in front of him, because it was as sharp as a knife to him, piercing his heart and making his self-esteem look useless.

He felt that his faith was crumbling, that the things he believed in, the things he had fought for were crumbling and destroying.

This feeling is really very bad, as an old man who has been thousands of years old, he has a long, long life, and there are too many things that he is proud of and believe in this long time.

Now that these things had dissipated, the blow to him was more difficult for him to accept than the frontal victory of the enemy.

"Why...... Why...... What would be such a terrible change here? Why? Why not earlier? He muttered, reaching out to touch the things in front of him, only to feel a piercing pain coming from within him.

"I shouldn't have come here." He withdrew the arm he wanted to lift, and gave up his original idea in a huff.

At this moment, he remembered the purpose of his coming here, and remembered what he was going to do. He's going to kill all sides here, destroying the city in front of him.

He wants to take back his own dignity, take back everything that a magician has! For himself, and for all the magicians of this world.

For the Magic Empire, for the Magical Forces, for himself, that was the only thought he had standing here on his mind. As for the infamy behind him, as for the sins of the demons, it has nothing to do with him.

All he had to do was destroy the entire city of Seris, die here, and then engrave his name into history—whether it's bad or good, it's a name.

However, when he withdrew his gaze from the bustling lights and dazzling colors, and came back to his senses, he found two men in black robes standing in front of him.

The opponent's momentum is not very strong, but Tel Vish still feels a little threat from the opponent.

He frowned and smiled bitterly: "Careless, careless!" You've found it! But...... Isn't it child's play to send out two god puppets to stop me? ”

The two black-robed men raised their heads, and the sunlight shone into the hood of the cloak, and two smiling faces with masks were revealed.

One of the puppets spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "Welcome to Seris City!" But...... We're not social puppets, we're super puppets...... T800！ ”

Another golem reached out, revealing an arm made of steel with an intricate magical inscription: "And...... Who said we were...... Two? ”

As he spoke, two more figures in black robes fell, and four of Chris's god puppet clones stood in front of Tel Vish.

"Four? I don't care about the next four! Telavish sneered, took a slight step back, and made a posture ready for battle.

However, on the left hand side of his side, there were also four super god puppets standing in place. These puppets are all Chris's puppet clones, and the combat power of each one is more than ten times higher than that of ordinary god puppets.

"......" Tel Wishish, whose face was getting more and more gloomy, stretched out his hands, and two terrifying magic arrays lit up in his palms.

At the same time, on his other side, Longsadle stopped his advance and opened his mouth to persuade: "Tel Wishh...... Give it up! ”

Travish laughed, tilted his head to look at his old friend, and said with a smile: "You are also here, and you have also been promoted to the Law Saint?" Okay, okay very! I went to look for it everywhere in the province, and it was better to solve it together! ”

"Then you'd better get rid of me together." Behind him, a cold but fantastical female voice sounded, although not high-pitched, but it made Telavish's hair stand on end.

He suddenly turned around and saw the Elven Queen standing there, with her elite guards standing behind her......