The figure standing on the tower wears a mask. The figure wasn't tall, so small in front of a black monster made of curses dozens of stories tall, but he stood still in the face of a massive storm that could destroy all the wizards at the banquet, as indestructible as a rock.

Lord Rasputin......!

Seeing the silver-white mask on the man's face, Silky quickly recognized him.

At first, she thought that the Cursed Hand was attracted by the magic in Raspuchin's body, so even if she knew that the other party was a legendary wizard, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.

But Silky soon realized that this was not true. Because this time, it was Lord Rasputin who took the initiative to attract the curse to the past!

Just like the moment the curse first erupted, countless pillars of wind-like "black mist" poured into the sphere, and this time dozens of tornadoes spread out from the pitch-black sun entrenched above the spirit sky, all of which frantically surged towards the wizard leader on top of the tower.

Every tornado of a legendary curse was dangerous enough for a master magician to retreat, but Rasputin was able to stop them all with just one hand.

The tentacles stretched out from the inside of the curse core hanging above were originally meant to hunt the wizards at the banquet, but after Lord Rasputin intervened, his position became a whirlpool in the deep sea, attracting the power of the curse in the entire hall, and in turn pulling all those invisible wrists and feet over, tearing them apart and devouring them all.

The feet of the legendary wizard are like a bottomless abyss, opening its mouth to devour all things.

The pitch-black smoke that covered the banquet hall was dissipating in this terrifying gravitational pull. Blinding rays of light shone like meteors across the sky, leaving a blazing white shadow on the retina. It was the light that symbolized the wrestling between Lord Rasputin and the cursed sun, and the aftermath of the collision filled the space, occasionally erupting into waves that made her mind trance-like and unconscious.

That's when Silky noticed that Lord Rasputin didn't even chant incantations and use magic circles like ordinary wizards do in battle! In the eyes of this legendary wizard, this level of power was like a petty fight that was not worth serious about. He was just using some kind of high-level talisman on his body to fight against the curse, and the result was that the "shock wave" set off by the light was enough to affect the state of the surrounding magic net.

…… No, it shouldn't be accurate to say "wrestling" or "confrontation", right? In front of Lord Rasputin, the influence of the legendary curse that had made them desperate was declining at a rate visible to the naked eye. The massive core that had enveloped the sky like the sun was rapidly shrinking at a rate similar to the expansion of the explosion. The "tentacles" with teeth and claws also shrunk and swayed weakly in mid-air, completely losing their arrogance.

Silky knew it was foolish to think like that. Because the curse itself is not intellectual, let alone that no one is manipulating it. But in her eyes at this time, in her eyes, she was saved at the moment of life and death because of the help of Lord Raspuchin, and the scene in front of her was like an ancient myth and legend, in which the hero chosen by God surrendered to the evil beast of the world, like a scene frozen in epics and oil paintings.

In less than half a minute, the pollution and chaotic smoke that enveloped the hall dissipated, and the spell-casting ability in the body returned.

Poeti saw the representatives of the wizards of the various schools. Thankfully, the vast majority of them are still alive. Only a handful of unlucky ones were cursed and lay on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

And just like the current self, all those who have been rescued from the curse look up to the legendary wizard on the tower with deep awe.

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Novich Rasputin is the most secluded of the five leaders of Steppenwolf, with a history of mysticism, and the Rasputchin School is the least numerous of the five schools in the Tower. And even for members of the school, it is rare to have the opportunity to see Lord Rasputin display his majesty in front of everyone.

Perhaps for this reason, although the five wizarding leaders at the top of the tower were full of fear, most of them did not even dare to look at them. But Rasputin did have less influence than the other four leaders; There are also some popular rumors that although he is the undisputed authority in the psychic realm, he is not good at frontal combat.

Poet has always scoffed at this argument. In her opinion, wizards who can reach the rank of legend are undoubtedly monsters. However, after today's severe disaster, no one will have such a foolish idea. Without Lord Raspuchin's help, at least half of the people here would have been seriously injured or killed.

Poeti felt that at least a considerable part of them would be grateful and respected from the bottom of their hearts for this usually inconspicuous leader, and that the influence of the Rasputin School would be expanded.

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Finally, the wind and waves were calm on the tower.

This sudden, almost hopeless calamity, ended in a very brief manner, as it had been when it surged in. Everything that happened in less than ten minutes made people feel like they were in a dream, and there was even a feeling of not reacting.

Some wizards who had passed out the moment before the curse erupted only woke up in a daze when the polluting power weakened. Of course, after seeing the figure on the tower, as well as the narration of the people next to them, they also understood what had happened before.

When the whole black sun had disappeared, the man in the silver-white mask lowered his hand, he didn't look at the others, just glanced at her sitting on the high platform, and turned away. It's like it's all just a trivial little thing.

…… But in the eyes of Lord Rasputchin, it is. Sycodius thought.

When the threat was gone, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. There were a few wizards of the Black Blood Society, who finally dared to fly up at this time, ready to convey their worries and anxieties to their young leaders. Poety spoke to them with a smile on her face, but the girl's mind was swirled with strange thoughts that surprised herself, and the chaotic thoughts kept coming and going.

Inadvertently, Sycodi's palm pressed lightly against her chest. Obviously the crisis was gone, but she felt that her heart was beating faster, and she felt a sense of panic at a loss. She wasn't supposed to be the kind of person who would be easily swayed by the words and actions of others, but ......

"This is already ...... Is it the second time? ”