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Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold-

The world, along with himself, only made him feel indescribably cold.

Just a little warmth.

——

"Wells, you've done a great job. ”

"Ahh ”

"They don't understand it, but you're really good!"

"You have to work hard to go to Anlimont College - maybe it's Santa Fes when you come back?"

Doesn't care about his unknown origin - when he was born, he because

For that little warmth...... Or so much more – that's all.

......

Despair, Despair, Despair, Despair, Despair,

Immersed in his studies, he finally reached the highest staircase when he heard the voice of a goddess named Erentia. "Arrogance, funny arrogance, arrogance that can bring disaster," she said. But so what? Disaster is inevitable, the world's, yours. ”

Disaster...... A disaster indeed.

It was learned that she was married to the Holy Dragon.

Learned that she ...... Die.

The excessive goddess refused his request to continue studying the world, and even more terrifyingly, "cheers" - he was already Santa Fes, but he never thought that his opponent would be the Holy Dragon.

But that didn't matter, because when that kind of war began, he had already lost.

And he didn't even know anything about it before that.

If Lineth does live well, will he "calm down" and not fall into madness?

- There is no answer.

【②】

Rumble——!

Inside the reiter, the highest level of alert had been activated, and the blonde woman was surrounded by a row of metallic barrels - their roots were connected to the silver walls, and they obeyed the Golden Finch's orders.

The whole transit place is "her".

Around Wells, the invisible barriers block out the fireworks-like explosions, which are quite "vulnerable".

No one could tell from the expressions of these two people that they were winning or losing, and even the rhythm was not "serious".

However, it seems that the Golden Finch has the upper hand, as the number of her weapons is almost infinite.

Wells' body was a strengthened Rajol, the Plantage, who remembered the man's physical fitness, but even then he couldn't beat him.

Although, in essence, the fact that a magician has to think about hand-to-hand combat sounds like a long life......

Sand......

White threads spread and bounced off Wells' feet—they rushed to the barrel of a gun not far away, quickly winding it up.

The Goldfinch raised an eyebrow and snapped his fingers, and the gun immediately snapped off the wall.

Bang!

Absorbing veins allows Wells to control these forces, but ...... The power of the guns comes from the huge melting pot of the remedial place, and as long as the connection is cut off, then Wells has nothing to do.

"Is it a furnace...... Seemingly...... Hearth......" Wells said slowly.

Although they all have reservations, it is obvious with a little temptation -

Sure enough...... Genius.

But she didn't deliberately hide it.

The entire power source of this transit place -

——

"The Holy Dragon is dead, and you have taken the place of the Holy Dragon's work and become the power source of the entire Transit Place...... In other words......" Wells looked at the goldfinch with a subtle expression, "you are the whole transit place." ”

The Transit is a completely man-made city that needs a steady supply of mana - a secret that most people don't know.

Those who know, know that this matter is often done by the Holy Dragon.

That's why the Golden Sparrow, though it has inherited the magic of the dragon's blood, seems to have little power.

And in the transit, all of this can be used by her.

Although in theory, Goldfinch and Wells were not the same, both men were extremely familiar with each other's doctrines.

It can be called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent.

——

"But...... Sirise, you can't defeat me. Wells knew all this, but when he spoke, his voice was a little determined.

The plantagenet pursed her lips and said nothing, not approving or disapproving.

According to what he said-

"Agatha is out of control, and it should be a lot of trouble for you. Wells said - he opened his hand at the same time, and the blood-colored marks began to extend from his wrist.

Goldfinch frowned, and the shadow beneath her feet began to move.

【③】

Anlimont College –

The black mist was already about to flow out of the range of the White Tower, and Primo had already arrived at the scene with people.

Someone else went to reassure and lead the students to safety.

It seems to be just pure black fog, not the Shadow Clan.

——

"Trouble...... Find a way to erect an enchantment and cut off the source. Hitt looked at the black fog with an ugly expression, but quickly thought of a way to deal with it, "But I'm afraid my speed is not ...... enough."

"If Shul is here—" Primo looked up at Shul.

At this time, Shul stood at the forefront, as if thinking about something.

"Although Xiu'er has enough combat power, what I want to pick up is the alchemy barrier. Hitt sighed, "If only Teresa's alchemy specialty was here......"

At such times, it will feel that all previous actions are useless and naïve.

"Well, I should be able to help with that. At that moment, a voice sounded that was extremely comforting.

Hester arrived, and the dust was blowing.

"Mr. Hester—it's timely. Primo breathed a sigh of relief, "So, how long will it take you to build a barrier?"

I don't know the specifics.

"The scope of the White Tower is only one aspect, the main problem is to be able to resist the power of the black mist, to achieve this strength, with my current strength, I can only do half of it. "Hester Road.

This is already the limit.

He is the incomplete Santa Fes, and no matter what Santa Fes is, it is difficult to resist the black fog without dragon blood.

The only thing you can count on is a few special materials, but it can be cumbersome to transform into a large area of barriers, and to take into account the time issue.

Even counting Hit, only two-thirds of the way was completed.

"Mr. Hester—is there no sign of the Holy Dragon's acknowledgement?" Shure asked at this point.

There was a chill in his eyes.

Hester was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously nodded: "The mark can borrow part of the power from the Holy Dragon, although it is only partial, but it is enough." ”

Shure then walked over, and his hand fell on his shoulder—

“......”

“......”

“......”

The golden light flashed, and Hester was a little sluggish—not to mention the others.

Although now is not the time to be surprised.

But when it's completely certain, it's still ......

"I'll cut off the source, and I'll leave the barrier to you. Shul didn't say anything, turned around, and strode towards the White Tower.

He ran out of time.

Like the wind under his feet, the golden points of light in the young man's hands became more and more intense, until a long sword was formed—when he stood in front of the black mist, he swung his sword with his backhand—

Whoa——!

Like Moses dividing the sea, a road leading to the White Tower was revealed before him.