Obviously, even Cervantes could break into the inner city of the Floating City, so it was impossible for the God of Light to fail to do so.

Even with Lolandal as the god of radiance, the Arcane Empire can withstand the wrath of a powerful god.

The God of Radiance doesn't even need to do anything, just open the gates of the Kingdom of God and let the army of the Heroic Spirits descend on the mortal world, and all problems are no longer problems, and everything is vulnerable in the face of absolute power.

An entire arcane empire might be able to compete with the behemoth of the Radiant Church, but what good can a floating city do?

Cervantes had been fighting before, and all he could think about was how to deal with the floating city and the arcanists in it, and he had no time to think about anything else, and it was only now that he realized that something was wrong.

The Arcane Empire shouldn't be so weak - if that's all they have to do, what gave them the confidence and courage to attack the world of Assatom?

These guys in front of them are nothing more than the vanguard of the Arcane Empire, and the real main force of the Arcane Empire is still to come!

But there is one thing that Cervantes cares about now.

- Were the Arcanists a misjudgement, or did they have another plan?

As a vanguard army, not only did it not plan to stabilize its position, but even opened multiple battlefields at the same time, which was quite arrogant.

The only thing that is certain now is that the group of arcanists have no brains, and if so, it must not be because they are too arrogant that they have caused this situation to arise.

Now Cervantes was faced with a choice - should he continue the fight and wipe out all the Arcanists in the Floating City, or should he retreat for the time being and kill all the monsters that the Arcanists had released?

"Seth, Sera is asking you to come back!"

As if the maid knew what he was struggling with now, she evacuated him from the floating city through Latinia.

Pursed his lips in dismay, Cervantes glanced at the corpse of the Grand Arcanist hanging from the mage Tata, tore off his tattered shirt, and turned to leave.

Although he wanted to keep fighting, reason was telling him that he should retreat now, and this time the situation was obviously different.

There is no doubt that the Arcane Empire has successfully returned to this world, and even though they have been beaten badly now, they have persevered with great difficulty.

The location of the floating city is a 'road sign', and if nothing else, the teleportation of the Arcane Empire will be very smooth, instead of the dozens of minutes of preparation time required before.

Otherwise, this badly abused vanguard army would have no meaning of existence!

Cervantes is not a fool, he naturally understands this kind of thing, and he can come to this conclusion by simply connecting the past situation with the current situation.

In a short period of time, it is impossible for him to completely destroy this floating city, since this is the case, there is no point in him staying here, on the contrary, there is a possibility that he will be flanked by the people of the Arcane Empire and eventually die here.

It's a pity that he hasn't been able to do much damage here, at most he has destroyed some energy circuits, and the death of a Grand Arcanist is not enough to cause them much damage.

A flame rose into the sky, and then suddenly expanded in the air, and a pair of dragon wings tore apart the fire that wrapped his body, Huo Ran fanned, and the rain curtain was suddenly burned out of a vacuum tunnel.

The galloping black dragon crashed down on the battlefield like a meteor, trampling many white-haired monsters with quite powerful heads under their feet.

A stout dragon's tail swept across the land with strong winds and flames, first shattering the monster's limbs and bones with a massive force, then dissolving their bodies with the blazing flames that spread to them, and finally vaporizing and evaporating.

The heat seeped into the ground that had turned into a swamp, and the scorching water vapor instantly steamed up and evaporated into the air.

He picked up a few monsters in his hand, and without even looking at them, he casually found a direction and threw them, and the monsters scattered in the air, howling and falling to the ground.

As they fell, the ground trembled slightly, and a quagmire of flesh and blood spread out in one direction, starting from where they fell.

Hals raised his hand to wipe the piece of flesh that hung from the top of his helmet, and looked at the black dragon that suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and his eyes were full of 'shock'.

A large clearing appeared in front of him, and the splatters of flesh and bones hit him slightly, but he was dumbfounded and unconscious.

Blood had already stained his armor brownish-red, and he had been killing on this battlefield for a long time, but he might not have achieved as many results as the black dragon threw at him!

This is not a power that 'mortals' can have......

This is the realm of the gods!

Although it is very blasphemous, Hals believes that such a power is enough to match the gods, and I am afraid that even many gods cannot achieve the strength of this black dragon Grand Duke.

These monsters created by the Arcane Empire are quite close to the transcendental, but the Black Dragon Grand Duke can kill dozens or even hundreds of such monsters with a single move, this kind of power is really unimaginable, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that a 'mortal' could be so powerful.

After his emotion, he saw that the monsters were used like a tide again, this time, not because of the orders of the arcanists, but out of fear of the black dragon!

The monsters scattered, and the monsters that had not yet escaped from the floating city retreated, and the monsters on the edge of the battlefield turned around and ran.

The black dragon slapped its claws on the ground, and the flames spread in all directions with the dragon's claws as the center.

The flames that rushed on the earth turned into fiery snakes, writhing their flaming bodies and crawling in all directions.

They only crawl forward, but they never go around the road, and if there is something in front of them, they will crawl over it.

Many monsters were ignited in this way, and they howled and rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but they forgot that a sea of fire was spreading from behind them.

Hals swung his flail and smashed the heads of the monsters that tried to break through their side and escape from the flames, and many corpses fell at his feet, and he continued to move forward, his face unmoved.

The Goddess of Fortune's Valhalla formed a line of defense, and in front of them, artillery fire from the rear formed another line of defense.

The monsters with white fur are bathed in artillery fire, neither advancing nor retreating, and they can only survive by fleeing to both sides.

Therefore, a strange scene soon formed on the battlefield - the monsters caught between the Valhallic Legion and the Black Dragon were diverted and rushed towards the 'way of life' on both sides of the battlefield, completely losing the arrogance they had before.

Instead of following the orders given to them by the Arcanist to continue their attack, they obeyed their inner choice.

Long Wei had already descended on the entire battlefield, and the mighty power instantly broke through the monsters' mental defenses.

They are the creations of the Arcane Empire, but they are also 'creatures' and are more inclined to 'beasts', and when faced with more powerful beasts, they will only run for their lives.

Their intractable problems were solved by the Grand Duke of the Black Dragon after he descended on the battlefield......

Hals took a deep breath, the smell lingering on the tip of his nose, but he was familiar with the smell and didn't feel sick.

I don't know what happened, the Floating City was not completely destroyed, and the Grand Duke of the Black Dragon didn't seem to be injured, so why did the war between them end?

Suddenly, Hals was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and nodded slowly, "Yes, my lord......"

Under Latinia's orders, the Holy Spirit and the Divine Messenger returned to the Kingdom of God with an army of invokers who had participated in the battle, and the gates of the Kingdom of God slowly closed.

At this moment, Cervantes looked back at the floating city, sneered, and flew back to the fortress with his wings spread.

The war is over!