At this moment, at the top of the mountain, there is silence.

Aside from the sound of lava rolling, there was only the sound of helicopter propellers flapping.

At this moment, the white mage who was sent up with the help of a helicopter, and his combat power was on the volcanic rock wall, and his expression was in a trance. After a long time, he squeezed out a smile that was not very good-looking, but full of kindness: "This gentleman, I won't talk nonsense when time is tight, I know this request may be a little difficult, but if you still have the energy to spare, please go down the mountain, there are still troubles in Tokyo City!" If you wish, this helicopter can get you there in the shortest possible time. ”

"Of course, there is no need to worry about Mt. Fuji, the main problem has been solved by you, and the rest can be handed over to us if you trust it!"

"Bogang.... I wasn't configuring spells before, how did I .....?"

Although my heart was full of doubts, I knew that now was not the time to talk about this. He lay on the ground again and rubbed for a few seconds. Chenlong, who felt that his body had faded a lot, staggered up: "Of course you can, but my phone was destroyed before, can you provide me with another one?" ”

"No problem, just this little request, use mine!" Before the archmage could speak, the soldiers who were heavily armed and responsible for guarding these "fragile" mages walked up and handed over their mobile phones with a smile.

Nodding at the soldier,

Chenlong boarded the plane while waiting for his mobile phone to turn on.

The next moment, with the rapid roar of the propeller, the helicopter hovering at the top of the mountain quickly turned around and flew towards the ruined Tokyo with Tatsuryu.

And in the same place,

The mages who stayed behind looked at each other, puzzled.

Eventually, a blonde female mage wearing an emerald green mage robe stepped forward and said, "Teacher, that person just now...... Even if he solves the trouble of Mt. Fuji, you don't need to be so humble, right? Besides, we haven't even asked about the situation on Mt. Fuji, so you let him go, it's ......."

The archmage glanced at the female mage who spoke, and then turned his gaze around the others, taking in their expressions. There was a faint disappointment in his heart, and he quickly said: "I know what you are thinking, give me all your little thoughts." If you are incompetent, don't be jealous of the excellence of others. What identity, bloodline, it's all bullshit, no matter how noble you are, can you compare to demons, or gods? ”

"At the beginning, the ancestors who founded your family did not have these bad problems, but it was you who did not fall behind in learning, and your eyes were above the top? Hmph, you have to have that qualification, too, there is no talent, a mediocre person who only relies on time and resources, where do you have any vision and mind, but I look up to you too much! ”

“.....”

Speechless!

Silent!

Be quiet!

Most of the mages present were students of this one, and the rest also had some understanding of this stern, poisonous personality. Besides, those who are clear are self-purifying, and people are clearly training students, so don't bump into anyone who has nothing to do with them.

"Also, the young man just now, although he doesn't know his identity, the set of armor on his body is at least the legacy of an ancient archmage, or even a saint warrior!"

It may not be that the Divine Warframe is not absent, but the thought only popped into his mind for a brief moment before disappearing. More than 1,300 years ago, after the gods defeated evil for the last time, they suddenly vanished. It's not that the latecomers haven't looked for their traces, but for more than a thousand years, these great beings seem to have left this world as a whole, except for the records in the books and some ancient stories, they haven't found the slightest physical object related to them.

No matter how stupid the algorithmists are, they won't even be able to find a spoon to eat, right?

What has disappeared for more than a thousand years, how can Sang say that it appears when it appears.

The archmage said with a little emotion: "That kid, his talent is really good, but, most probably, it has nothing to do with me!" ”

"Today's events, everyone had better be conservative, I know some of you can't help but spread the word, but I hope you don't get involved in the vortex yourself. Otherwise, even I won't be able to save you when the time comes! ”

Hearing this, someone was silent. Some people were frightened, and some people quietly put away the little careful thoughts that had just emerged in their hearts.

Although he was judged by the archmage for not having much talent, since he could get the qualification to come to neon with the group, it was enough to prove that there was no such innocence among them, otherwise they would not be able to get along in their own country.

The subconscious meaning of this sentence could not be clearer, don't make trouble, there is a backstage, and the archmage starts. If you provoke me, I can supply you to wipe your ass.

Archmage!

It's just three words, but it represents the ultimate human being can go on the path of magic. Of course, the follow-up road is not impossible, but it is not the point that ordinary people can reach. After all, if the archmage alone is one in a million, or if the algorithm master is not an ordinary person, among the ten thousand mages, there may be an archmage, and of course, it is also possible that everyone is stupid and will not be able to reach it until death.

What's more, with normal promotion, as long as the archmage is not too old, it takes a little time to have the power to destroy a city.

This goes one step further, and that's the realm of God!

Saint Seiya doesn't think about it for the time being,

That is the choice of heaven and earth, the youngest son of fate. In the records of ancient books, the powerful existence of the demon can be hardened! Even counting from modern times, the older the Saint Seiya, the more terrifying the power it has. The one from a thousand years ago, a saint warrior from the Lin Dynasty, even had the power of a god.

"Archmage?"

Someone asked, but the archmage did not answer. Turning his head to look at the gradually cooling magma on the surface under his feet: "Don't talk nonsense, end this matter early, so that you can go back and help." Windsor, Mutsu Sayre, distribute materials, follow the spell I taught you earlier, cool the magma and disperse the poison gas! ”

“......”

At the Archmage's instigation, the topic was discontinued. The dozens of mages present took out the materials for casting magic from their pockets, and released the spell in a chattering voice, and blue light fell on the magma below. The extreme cold and extreme heat were intertwined, and the crisp sound as if the glass was shattering kept ringing.

The fiery red Mt. Fuji looks like steel leaving the forge.

From a distance, you can see that the red color on the surface is rapidly decreasing, and the toxic smoke that continues to grow and spread upwards from the cracks in the mountain gradually decreases.

One of the most terrifying of the serial disasters,

Now, it seems, it's been controlled?

.......

The scene that happened at the top of Mt. Fuji was not clear to Tatsuryu.

But he did know that he himself was now a foreign gun wax head. The armor is not a big deal, and even this thing is the culprit who caused his current pale face, blue lips, perennial handiwork, and a big deficit in his body.

He didn't regret it, after all, the disaster that was enough to destroy the entire neon and even bring great harm to human civilization was weakened, or even completely disposed of. As for the "Chenlong" Quanqi Battle Armor, for a long time, the excessive use of divine power to squeeze himself clean is really insignificant compared to the former.

But again, what happened in Tokyo, there was nothing he could do.

Whether it's Bo Gang or the monster summoned by the Holy Lord!

Chenlong can only hope for his father,

But the two consecutive phone calls, whether it is Xiaoyu or Tru, are all turned off.

Completely unexpected,

I had no choice but to try to call District 13, hoping that the new sergeant would have some news, or call his new friend to inquire? Of course, he knew that the chances of getting the news he wanted were slim. But who would have thought about this distraction, the phone number subconsciously pressed the landline of the antique store and called out.

"Toot, toot, toot....."

？？？

If memory serves, before they left, the phone line in the antique shop, including all the power switches in the shop, was unplugged, but what if the phone could get through? With a little doubt and confusion, Chenlong continued to wait.

Moments later:

"Hello? Daddy antique shop, please leave a message if you have something, you need to make an appointment....."

"Tru?"

"Chenlong?"

"I'm a little confused, how did you get back?"

Listening to the familiar voice on the other side, Chenlong had a question mark on his face. No, I don't think it's been long, and the location of the magma on the wall is not "too big" different from before I left, at least it hasn't overflowed.

But what's going on here? If it wasn't for their own time, how did Tru get back to the antique shop? Fighter jets aren't that fast!

"Oh, here's the thing......."

Balabala,

It took a few minutes for Tru to recount how the three of them met the Holy Lord after Chenlong left, were threatened, and then brought back to the antique shop.

The process sounds simple, but Chenlong is well aware of the dangers. Mt. Fuji that erupted just now is dangerous, right? But the Holy Lord is more than ten times more dangerous than the volcano, and he would rather go to the volcano every day to dig tunnels and fill in the pits than go to the Holy Lord and face this demon face to face.

Soon, the conversation between the two was interrupted by Daddy.

It's not that Tru's voice is too loud and noisy to make Daddy's work, but that out of the corner of his eye, Tru caught a glimpse of Tru putting down the book in his hand and turning his head not knowing what he was doing. Thinking that this stupid apprentice was lazy, he quietly walked over, and was just about to send a snap of his fingers, but he heard the voice of Chenlong on the other side of the phone.

Then, a big man who had to go in and out of the door, with his head down, was squeezed into the corner of the wall by the thin old man. Poor eyes looked at Daddy.

In the antique shop, in front of the counter, holding the phone, the father shouted loudly: "Chenlong, has Bo Gang been sealed?" ”

"Not yet, not ..... yet"