Fluctuations in space flickered, and the spiritual light of the teleportation flickered around the Grand Arcanists.

In the empty seats in the conference hall, people sat down one after another, even if they were a little sluggish, but they were still neat and meticulous.

- Just like it used to be!

At the top of the twelve supreme seats sat twelve core councillors with staffs in their hands and their eyes closed, twelve seats in a semicircle, and opposite them were the seats of the other councillors.

The returning Grand Arcanists closed their eyes as they sat down, and their souls rose sharply into the vast sea of consciousness above the floating island.

Not here, nor in the spiritual realm, a 'consciousness space' has been opened between the major planes, and through the gap with the main material plane, the great arcanists who are high above and can compare to the gods cast a cold gaze.

Beside them, scenes of other battlefields were reflected, and the illusory images were staggered and alternated, whirling and floating.

The will is like a tentacle reaching through a gap, easily prying the surging magic power of the inland sea area, lightning and thunder are only the external appearance, and the ripples that quietly diffuse into the air are the substance.

Summoned by the Grand Arcanist, many of the stars broke away from their original trajectory, out of their stagnation, and flew towards the planet Assatom, towards the Inland Sea region.

Dragged by a long tail flame, wrapped in an earth-shattering, resounding roar of the clouds, countless meteorites targeted the three gods, overwhelming the sky and rushing to attack.

The three powerful gods who were fighting the 'Legends' and the Transcendents suddenly frowned, and the annoying cacophony rang in their ears, and although it could not hurt them, it could limit their thinking, making them bored and irritable.

It is like someone around me constantly murmuring, not loud but hard to ignore, like a fingernail scraping against the surface of glass, sharp and piercing, and like all kinds of laughter and crying, these sounds are mixed together, separated from each other, relatively independent.

- This kind of trick is really despicable!

Even the God of Radiance couldn't help but take a deep breath, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the clouds and mist shrouded over the floating island were constantly broken, slowly opening up, and the dazzling 'stars' fell from the sky, and the whistling sound was already endless.

But if they weren't despicable, how could they have won three powerful gods?

The leader of the Arcane Council raised his hand, and the thunder that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly slashed, and the God of Light and their enemies all retreated before that instant, and in less than half a second, the lightning came!

Flashing lightning slashed from each part of the dark clouds that hung over the floating island, but converged into three points on the ground, bombarding the three gods in succession.

At this time, the 'outside' environment suddenly froze, and the Grand Arcanists quickly noticed this, because the connection between this space of consciousness and the main material plane appeared to be distorted and broken, from which it can be inferred that time on the other side has come to a standstill.

About seven seconds of objective time passed, and the time on the opposite side flowed again, and the first thing that caught my eye was the image of the meteorites that had fallen to the earth exploding.

The smashed stones splashed everywhere, tumbling and falling from the sky, but most of the mass had been dispersed, and the weight of the broken stone was lifted by the buoyancy of the air, even if it continued to fall, it would not cause much damage to the ground, and even in mid-air it would have burned out.

Seeing this, the Grand Arcanists did not show a look of frustration and disappointment, on the contrary, they all laughed!

Even the civilians of the Arcane Empire are unwilling to harm, or even sit idly by!

How stupid, how pedantic, how stubborn...... How kind!

It is because of this kindness, this kindness, that they show them who are within themselves, who reveals one of their weaknesses before their eyes.

Even if the orc main god is different from the god of light and the god of justice, if they can defeat the two powerful gods, the remaining one is not sure of everything, at least there is a little hope of victory.

The god of radiance stepped on the ground, and the electricity that lingered around him was directed to the ground, and the god gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, the tingling sensation stimulating the epidermal nerves.

The Arcanists could not really hurt them, but they could cause them a lot of trouble through all kinds of spells, so irritability had been building up in their hearts.

Even after so many years, they had already developed a good patience and temperament, even the orc god was not as irritable as he seemed on the surface, but he was harassed again and again, and even he felt angry.

"Don't get in my way!"

The stone axe tore through the air, sending a roar that eventually smashed into the ground, causing the ground to tremble.

The orc lord roared forward, anger that seemed to overwhelm his brain, making it difficult for him to continue enjoying the pleasure of the battle.

Combat is a head-on confrontation, whether it is the use of wisdom or brute force, it is part of the battle, but it is too despicable for those arcanists to use those civilians to curb the actions of the God of Radiance and the God of Justice!

At that moment, a sharp eagle chirp that seemed to pierce the sky suddenly sounded, and the gods looked behind them, only to see a huge monster flying from afar with its two pairs of wings.

Its body was covered in scars from electric shocks, and even one of its eyes had become a hollow, exposing the hideous flesh to the air.

Behind the horned eagle was a 'dark cloud', and the flocks of falcons that covered the sky vied with each other, each showing great strength.

The god of justice smelled 'hatred', and in the only remaining eye of the horned eagle, he saw an unforgettable hatred......

Is this going to target the 'Arcane Empire'?

The God of Justice's face suddenly sank, and he took a light breath, turning his head to look at the transcendents and legends surrounding them, and the Grand Arcanists gathered in the hall behind them.

In other words, are the four abandoned outer cities of the floating city, as well as the rest of the floating islands, defenseless now?

“...... Despicable!" After a moment of thought, the often cynical god clenched the hilt of his sword and glared at the temple with gritted teeth.

Can they go so far for the sake of victory in the war?

A legendary man dressed in the 'God-Slayer Armament' stepped forward, with two flames floating in his eyes, his whole body covered in black mist, dragging a giant sword upside down, and after taking two steps, he suddenly charged.

The god of justice stepped forward with his sword and blocked the attack, his anger on his face, and he asked angrily: "Don't you know what you are doing? Can't you see what those arcanists are doing? Are you blind? Why do you want to help those arcanists persecute civilians?"

"Don't you have a family?!"

His oracles and Holy Spirit had already sent to the continent to purge the evil creatures, and Jean Uther was similar, so they did not summon any support from the kingdom of God after they broke in together.

“...... We were born to prosper the Empire, and our mission is to make the Empire stronger!" The God of Justice received a cold and hard answer, "As for the family, we must defeat you before we can think about it, if the fighting does not stop, the safety of our family will not be able to talk about it!"

The four turbines on the shoulders and behind the waist of the 'God-Slayer Armament' rotated and supercharged at the same time, and the buzzing wind suddenly erupted from it, pushing the legendary body forward, and the elbow jet also erupted with brilliant flames, and a huge force came from the sword, and the face of the God of Justice suddenly changed.

Bang!

The body of the God of Justice was pushed out, and his feet ploughed two furrows in the ground, but what really touched his heart were the words of the legend just now!

When...... Is it reasonable to even use your own family as a 'bait'?

A green tendon suddenly jumped from the god of justice's forehead and spread rapidly in all directions, and an indescribable anger filled the god's brain in an instant.

They may never be able to understand each other, and they may never be able to communicate with each other, because they are different from ordinary people in terms of 'common sense'......

Not only the 'Arcanists', but the entire Arcane Empire has become like this, have they all been educated to be like this?

"Arcane-Magic-Master!!"

Seeing that the flock of falcons was approaching, the face of the god of radiance changed several times, and finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and made up his mind.

- He summoned his own oracle!

"Go fight those falcons, protect the civilians!" ordered the god of radiance in a deep voice without looking back, his eyes fixed on the temple.

Is this your 'strategy', your 'strategy'?

...... I admit it!

"Construct a virtual space and increase the distance between those three gods and the temple. The Speaker of the Arcane Council looked down through the rift with an indifferent expression, and coldly ordered.

He can't repeat the mistakes of the past, and he can't be like his own teacher who causes the good situation to collapse quickly because of his emotions - if the teacher hadn't come to his rescue, then the war would not have necessarily been lost, even if there is little hope of victory, but it is not without hope!

And the premise of all this is that his teacher did not send someone to save him, and if he was martyred at that time, several gods would accompany him to die!

His teacher's approach was wrong, and as an arcane master, he should not let his emotions influence his judgment of important decisions, and even if he was rescued because of it, he would consider his teacher's approach a failure!

If you can trade his death for a 5% chance of winning, why not do it?

He had always wanted to question his teacher with this sentence, but unfortunately, it was ...... His teacher is long dead.

As a god, the orc master god was keenly aware of the changes in the space around him, and his brows furrowed, but the enemies that attacked him one after another made it difficult for him to be distracted.

The so-called 'battle' is the conflict between wills and wills, from the desire to win to a certain obsession in the heart, and only in this way can it really be called 'fighting'.

"What about your desire to win, what about your obsession?" roared the orc god, "what do you live for, why do you want to win the battle? tell me, you tell me!"

He didn't see any sparkle in the eyes of those people, he didn't see any desire to win—they didn't exist to protect or destroy anything, they didn't have their own obsessions in their hearts, only fear of the Arcanist.

Fear dominates their hearts!

He was disappointed, he had thought these people were 'brave', but only now did he realize that they were nothing more than puppets, a weapon in the hands of an Arcanist......

It's not a battle at all, it's just a killing!

Rumble!

In an instant, the earth shook, and the city on the top of the mountain suddenly exploded.

Some of the transcendents and arcanists looked at each other, only to see two figures gradually outlined in the smoke and dust, one knuckle distinct, and the slender right hand poked out of the smoke and dust, suddenly pushing away the dust and mist in front of them.

When they saw the faces of those two people clearly, several arcanists couldn't help but dilate their pupils, and exclaimed: "[Iron Dragon]!

The whirlwind that haunted the maid and kept it from being contaminated by dust collapsed, and she looked up along the bluestone avenue, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, "That's probably our goal." ”

The arcanists were in shock when they suddenly heard a calm voice: "Open the connection to the lower planes in advance, start communicating with the different planes, and negotiate the deal." ”

"Yes, Lord Sato!" the arcanists replied subconsciously as they straightened their backs.

This is a Grand Arcanist!

Retracting his gaze, Cervantes moved his shoulders and neck, and grinned at the vigilant transcendents in front of him: "Why are you so serious?

The next moment, his figure disappeared in place.

A hideous laugh resounded in the sky, and a giant claw suddenly poked out of the void and pulled it aside, establishing a connection between the main material plane and the bottomless abyss.

The Great Demon hidden in the pitch-black space opened a bloodshot green eye and peered into the main material plane.

The God of Radiance and the God of Justice, who were in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly raised their eyebrows, forced back the enemies in front of them, and turned their heads to stare at the abyss rift.

It was then that their hearts moved, and they suddenly felt something, and they hurriedly looked to the other side.

On the opposite side of the chasm in the abyss, a door of flame was opening at some point, but through the door, they could already see a devil sitting on a high seat.

Demon Lord, Devil Grand Duke!

"Oh, it's really lively!"

A crisp laugh burst out, breaking the eerie tranquility.

The wind was surging and ice crystals were spilling, and the mere appearance of them had already turned the heavens around.

The female mage who had just appeared in the arcanist's sight had a mature temperament, and she raised the corners of her mouth lightly, raising the corners of her lazy eyebrows slightly, "I'm not too late, am I?"

In her left palm, there was a artifact like ice and snow stars, which was the artifact of the former goddess of ice and snow, but which god had died, and the artifact naturally fell into the hands of others.

The leader of the Polar Witch raised his left hand, and the ice stars shone brightly.

The battle that had been stagnant began again, and the noise was overwhelming.