"Slow down," Gwen ordered Caliban, her iron-clad voice showing no remorse.

Caliban stealthily walked forward and began to use his faceless limbs. From there, it will go to the liver, internal organs, heart, and finally, its brain sweets. Gwen showed her face crying as she listened to the cheerful music of her familiar evil work.

Her gaze was upward.

The dark sun is still floating on the horizon.

From below it, Gwen could only see tiny specks of air combat. The flickering light indicates that her brother in the ship is in a deadly battle.

She held out a hand, releasing a portion of protective, emerald-like energy. It was subtle, but her familiarity with nothingness made it clear to her. The dim light of the black sun drained her life. It's barely visible, but it's there.

"Oh God......" She shuddered as she thought that if the spell covered the entire metropolis of Sydney, the number of souls offered there would range from 2 million to 3 million. If a mage like her feels the depletion of life and becomes insignificant, how long can an anonymous man last against the insatiable hunger of the False Sun?

By her side, Caleban almost did the evil job. The creature did a great job, as the "Faceless" only vanished in the second minute of its unskilled effort. She remembered it when the snake had eaten its last bit of food and made a grotesque gurgling sound.

Gwen didn't feel an immediate change in her astral body, but she knew her new favor would come. At the same time, she will also take shameless affinity and talent as an interest.

She pulled a simple one-piece dress out of her storage ring, put it on, and kept staring at the dark sun.

"Almuji," she said, closing her eyes and imagining the snake glittering, can you help me?"

A fierce wind lifted her from the ground. Gwen herself lacks the means to fly, but the air of nature still holds her up.

Gwen took a deep breath, suppressing the rampant emotions that were running through her restless mind.

He's dead. She's happy now.

But she's far from done.

It's time for Elizabeth Sobel to pay her blood debt.

When Moyer Song finally arrived at Rose Bay, it felt as if he had been tested twelve times by Hercules.

He immediately began to search for his daughter, scouring the abandoned cathedral, but found nothing but hastily evacuated wreckage and jets. He searched for her everywhere on campus, and even ventured into the surrounding suburbs to find her, but she was still nowhere to be found.

Moyer cursed Gunther Schultz.

"Lying garbage bags!" he didn't particularly shout at anyone. "Waste my time! I should have evacuated to the Inland Shelter!"

As if in response to Moyer's uninvited curse, there was a loud and piercing bang.

The tower became a reality on it.

"Oh, thanks for the fuck!" Moyer muttered to himself, taking a puff on his cigarette and calmly taking a sip that finally someone had done their job. ”

As if to mock Moyer's relief, the spire erupted, and a shockwave streaked across the sky. Around them, patches of masonry began to crumble into the city below.

"Ahh

He watched as the tower smoked and burned. Thankfully, the fortress is still floating.

The spire exploded again.

A dark sun blossomed and began to scatter a prismatic mass of void matter, destroying the landscape. Soon, the trees began to wither, and the leaves fell at a frantic rate. Smaller plants such as perennial wildflowers immediately wither.

Moyer quickly defended himself with a sheen of salt, preventing his life force from escaping his body.

"Oh my God, what is this, the First Sino-Japanese War?

Considering the situation, he asked himself if he was doing his best to find the missing child.

"A father can only do so much," he declared to no one in particular, convinced that he had fulfilled his duty to the best of his ability. He is in the midst of a real-life crisis, after all, not a promotional recording of a lumen actor. "That's life. ”

Moyer recited a flying spell and flew into the sky again. He was about to launch from the peninsula when suddenly a dazzling flash of lightning burst from the cloudless sky.

He flew in circles until he found the source of the lightning.

It's Gwen.

His daughter was naked, bare-chested, living Venus.

Morey quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed, like a severe indigestion.

"What the fuck is going on?" he swore again. He didn't even understand why his daughter would swing naked on the battlefield. He was about to announce his embarrassing presence when a black snake appeared beside her, a black snake that was more terrifying than anything he had seen since the war.

"Oh!" he ducked into hiding. "Seriously, Gwen, who the fuck are you hanging out with?"

And then the stuff started eating. From Moyer's point of view, he could see that the worms of the underworld were tormenting the paralyzed mages who were tormenting in the burned crater.

"Oh my God, damn it!" Moyer opened his mouth unconsciously, uncomfortable at the sight of the living mutilation. When the creature began to swallow and regurgitate the mage for easy eating, he jerked it into his mouth. "Who did that! Seriously!"

Moyer had to wash his mouth before he felt ready to strike up a conversation with his wayward daughter, calling her cruel and inhumane. What has happened to his well-behaved, quiet, beautiful little girl in the last 12 months?

When did she become such a criminal? The last time he saw her, she was completely innocent. What the hell is Henry Kilroy teaching his daughter? He can talk! Polite, but harsh, to the judge! That old dog will be upset!

Just as Moyer was about to jump out of cover and wave a critical finger in her face, his wayward daughter began to glow with emerald. Maya looked at Agog, his daughter flying towards the dark sun without the help of any spell.

It took Moyer another few minutes to finish the scene he had just seen. Afterwards, the Salt Mage knocked on his pocket and found another cigarette. He lit it, smoked a cigarette, and inhaled and exhaled contemplatively.

Moyer comforted himself by saying, "I shouldn't have worked at all today.

He realized that sometimes one should be honest with oneself.

"Fuck it. I went out. ”

Alessia de Burton was blinking rapidly when she was suddenly replaced by the instability of the size of her pocket. The twist made her unconscious, throwing her into a space sandwiched between two places. As far as she knew, the grotto was not a separate space, but a place of overlap. It exists inside the tower as the center of Henry's domain, as well as in the Dryde Forest, one of the world's notorious Black Zones.

In his youth, her master had lived in such an area as part of his exploration. It was there that Henry met a fledgling Drade, gave her the name Sofina, and signed her to be his partner.

As for Sofina, Alessia knew she was a rebellious rabble from a young age. She had a fond memory of sitting in the bushes, her thin legs dangling from the branches, holding a glass of golden mead. Whenever Alexia is hurt, the compassionate Deleyard holds her in the cradle like a mother, an energetic presence mending her wounds, both physically and otherwise.

Earlier, when she finally settled on her bearings, the restraints of the dimension were already trembling in instability. She looked for Henry, for Yue, for Gwen's friends. What she sees, however, is a distorted confusion of uncertain, misshapen vision. The grotto inside the tower is collapsing.

The hint was as if an ice pick had emerged from her intestines. Her chest felt as if there was a remote hand trying to pull out her heart, arteries, etc.

"Master......" she said desperately, feeling like she was being ambushed by powerful, uninvited emotions.

On any level, whether astral, elemental, or primary, it didn't occur to Alicia that her immortal mentor might be finished before her. After all, she was a reckless adventurer, a fiery adventurer, a madman who paid little attention to thinking to action.

But tragedy rarely has sentimental patience.

The air twisted involuntarily.

"Blink!" this is what Alicia can do in this situation. A flash spell that, when channeled by the elements, takes a person into their own pocket space, dives into the fire elemental plane, and then reappears, being displaced to the primary matter layer.

When Alicia entered the material realm again, she was no longer in the tower.

She fell rapidly, tumbling down from the sky, the curve of the distant earth appearing at the edge of her sight and disappearing again. Her blinking momentum must have turned into a downward thrust, as Alicia could hear the air whizzing across her face.

"Run!"

She desperately tried to float herself, somersaulting, and screwing the cork. The dirt beneath her feet soon arrived. Before Alicia could stop her momentum, she crashed into rows of trees.

The first few blows were fairly gentle, and the sapling snapped under her weight. The next dozen or so men grabbed her skin and beat her unconscious, bouncing her back and forth as she bounced onto the pine needle carpet.

She slammed to the ground, and thankfully, the soft soil filled her in.

Her clothes were in shambles, her skin was torn, and she was bleeding. Her shoulders and thighs had been ruined by brutal wounds, and the tingling sensation in her torso indicated that the ribs were out of place.

For a moment, Alessia lay motionless, stunned in several ways.

She was alone in a quiet forest, and no one came to judge her, and no one could respect her stoic demeanor. There she leaned over and bled and remembered her master, a man whom she would gladly call father. She recalled the lines of his amiable face as he guided her, the harsh rebuke he gave her the way he showed her the world. He taught her how to fight, how to use her spells, how to use her enemies. He protects her when things get out of hand, and when she succeeds, he laughs with her.

Now it's all over.

Now, she could no longer hear that voice, and she could no longer feel the firmness of his hand on her shoulder.

The scarlet witch Alexia de Botton began to cry.

There was a silent sob, then a cry of pain that shook her shoulders and tugged at her broken ribs. She began to cry like a child, feeling the roughness of her emotions overwhelm all rational thought.

The outburst continued until the pressure that had built up in her chest was gone. When the last ounce of grief burned out, the crisis of that moment came again.

Her teacher is gone, but the killer is still alive. Gwen needs to be saved, and Gunther is still fighting for his life somewhere.

Her body felt shattered, her potion cooldown was spent, but Alexia de Botton still had a trump card in her sleeve.

She brought the Everiti dagger to life.

It was a gift from her master to spark her natural affinity.

Inside was a pokew summoned by Henry, trapping her and telling her to read it carefully. It is a one-of-a-kind thing, extremely rare and precious, an irreplaceable treasure.

She carefully took the blade and slashed across her palm, smearing a striking crimson on the gleaming ochre metal.

"Heart of Fire, Spirit of Fire, I call you from the City of Brass, obey my call. ”

The blade was surrounded by white-hot flames. The fire expanded and turned into the shape of a woman, barely worn in a complex brass bra. Its hair is orange and ochre mane, and its eyes are two burning coals. Its limbs are plump and powerful, rounded and well-proportioned, and its waist is twisted and twisted, which is both dangerous and seductive.

The casual observer will recognize it as Alicia's infamous flame suit, her signature combat transformation.

When Alesia did not give the order for elemental fusion, the elf stared at its master with confusion and malice. Golden people like this are arrogant creatures. Serving a mortal is a grave insult, the most serious injury imaginable to its magical mind.

"I want to make a deal," Alexia declared.

Immediately, there was a smoldering fire around them.

She drew Jean's undivided attention.

"Give me the strength necessary to defeat my enemies and avenge my master," Alexia carefully chanted that I would set you free. ”

The choice of the Deggin family was not hesitant. It has been trapped in the Fire Monster blade for 20 years. While twenty years is just a moment for these immortals, imprisonment is still a depravity of the exalted status it loathes.

Crack!

The blade of the elemental-forged dagger cracked.

A flame jumped out of it and landed on Alicia's chest.

Her body caught the spark, as if it were a dried fire, turning her into a torrent of swirling flames that swirled and turned into the center of a burning vortex. A scarlet tornado erupted from the depths of the pine forest, emitting a terrible cacophony that turned the plantation into a sea of fire.

Her wounds no longer mattered, and her injuries became less severe. Surrounded by the ephemeral power of an elf, Alessia was now a fiery plasma, a humanoid cremation.

She rose into the sky and saw the Sydney skyline in the distance.

The sky was no longer the ultramarine she had seen in Rosebay. Now it was polluted by a black sun that seemed to absorb all the light, casting a shadow of a smoky miasma of hollow matter over the landscape.

With a simple gesture and a command in the will, Alicia became a meteor that streaked across the afternoon sky.

There, she will find Elizabeth.

There, she will find revenge.

There, she will be atoned for.