Punk doesn't know why the "President" is so sure that the "named" Mesur has no other place to escape in the entire vast multiverse except for his own magic tower, but if this piece of information is an objective fact, then at least "Whispers of Destruction" can be judged - the cornered "Archmage" can't be sure that he has stayed in his own Sunrise Tower since the last time he fought head-on with the "Leader" and suffered a loss.

So as the end of the war approaches, as the last place of refuge is about to fall completely in the midst of the demonic wave, with the "President", Tiamat, Old Aman, and even the "Demon Prince" Demogorgen fully four old Dawn Thrones eyeing up, how many choices can the "Archmage" make as a "lonely man" of the Dawn Throne?

Continue to rely on the powerful defenses of the magic tower to delay time and wait for a "miracle"?Or bravely leave the shelter that has been turned into a cage and rush out to give it a go?

I'm afraid that's the only way to go, right?

With enough intelligence to back it up, it's not difficult to determine how little of a Dawn powerhouse has the narrow path left, and Long before accepting the mission of the "Leader", Punk had roughly predicted how this war, which could turn the multiverse saga's organizational structure upside down, might end.

And now it seems that "Whisper of Destruction" is still reasonably satisfied with the accuracy of his judgment, after all, at this very moment, when Donnella is still trying to use the "Golden Rivet" as a weight to negotiate, the battle of the dawn level that is about to divide the victory or defeat of the war has indeed arrived as he imagined!

"The battle of the sun...... It's unimaginable, isn't it? With such a magnificent curtain of light, the silence of the sky alone is more wonderful than the noise from the abyss, yes...... I could feel the breath of magic in the sleeping laws, but this magic was unlike anything I knew about it...... Maybe it's because the spell structure is a little too perfect?"

Standing on the crust of the rock formations that had cooled down rapidly, the punk who gently stretched out his fingers and felt the energy in the air was only an indifferent cloud and light wind at this moment.

The battle of the Dawn Mighty is about to begin, and Punk's left hand has tightly grasped the crystal sphere lent to him by the "President", and he can release the Dawn Heaven's level magic shield "Eternal Protection" at any time to resist the aftermath of the Mighty War whenever necessary.

The existence of this insurance is undoubtedly very reassuring, and it is precisely because of the guarantee of sufficient safety that the curious "Whisper of Destruction" has the courage to continue to stand here and indulge in the mysteries of the advanced law.

After all, according to the previous explanation of the "Leader", not only can the profession in the "Eternal Protection" move freely, but even the caster can continue to use the teleportation method to quickly leave the battlefield without any obstacles............

Of course, not everyone has the opportunity to have such enviable magical equipment, and now although Punk is lucky to be able to hold a "death-free gold medal" in front of the oppression of natural disasters, the unlucky "Wolf of the Astral Circle" Donnella can only smile wryly and look left and right to cry without tears.

He didn't have anything to save his life, and it was a fool's dream to survive the aftermath of the Battle of the Sun with the defensive effect of a mere Morning Star kill.

And because of the unique nature of the "Golden Rivet Clothes", which greatly reduces the movement speed of the spell caster, poor Augustine's temporary alliance leader is now unable to even try to escape.

So he stared blankly at the increasingly colorful orange-yellow curtain rendering the sky deeper and deeper, feeling that the laws of nature that had just fallen silent were slowly becoming distorted and strange, and the "Wolf of the Astral Plane" seemed to be able to see the miserable scene of his death in the sudden explosion.

"Damn, Thean, did you expect this war to turn out like this?

Viciously turning his head abruptly and glaring at the still expressionless "Whisper of Destruction", the panting Donnella was already so hated that he twisted the fat on his face into a ball.

He hates, he hates the viciousness of Mesur, he hates the insidiousness of punk, he hates his own stupidity, and even more he hates the greed of human nature!

If it weren't for the greed for reward, if it wasn't for the greed for magic, how could he, the "Wolf of the Astral Plane", who lived in seclusion in the vast and silent Astral Plane, come to the Faeron plane to participate in some war? If he hadn't participated in this war as deep as the sea, how could he have somehow become a slave of the "Archmage" and finally had to wait for death with a strong enemy with a blank face in this ruin?

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, and any living thing must be responsible for every choice it makes, and this is true for mortals, and legends are no exception.

When the "price" comes, whether it is hatred or "if", it is destined to be meaningless, compared to regretting jumping feet and scolding and beating your chest, you may be able to let yourself die with dignity if you accept the reality calmly.

However, from the perspective of a dying person...... the meaning of the words "accept reality" may not be as relaxed and calm as ordinary people imagine, for example, at this moment, the blood-red eyes and teeth of the "Astral Wolf" obviously can't bear to end his million-year-long life journey here, and after realizing that the fate of the fall is approaching, Donilla, who suddenly bursts with golden-red light all over his body, rushed to the punk position almost immediately.

Obviously, he probably guessed that the cold and unchanging Morning Star caster in the distance must have some hole cards that are enough to make people face the disaster of the dawn level but still have no fear, and as a "poor egg" who has nothing, if Augustine's temporary alliance leader who was abandoned as cannon fodder wants to live, then this unknown hole card belonging to the enemy must be his only hope.

So driven by a strong desire to survive, the "Wolf of the Astral Boundary", which directly ignited the soul without hesitation, finally broke out in a desperate situation.

"I'm Donnella Augustine! I'm a jackal from the astral plane, I'm not going to fall here like this, I'm going to take my hope of survival!"

Under the pressure of the crisis of life and death, the self-proclaimed "Wolf of the Astral Boundary" Morning Star Mage showed the bloody eyes of a hungry wolf for the first time, the golden red light on his body was like a wolf formed by fire, and his eyes were also fixed on the head of the strong enemy in front of him without slackening, at this moment Augustin, who did not hesitate to write runes in his soul, was definitely an out-and-out powerful demon wolf, and the intimidating aura he carried on his body even reminded the punk of a certain mysterious golden flash knight!

However............

"Jingle bells"!

“............”

It was a little too late for the feast of the battle, and in the silence and silence, the real hosts of the grand banquet had already arrived!