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Wissa had never understood the meaning of the word "battle" more deeply than at this moment, and at this moment, the blood-stained excitement in the eyes of the man who had appeared in front of him once more than ten years ago, and whose appearance had not changed in the slightest compared to that time, should be the best description of the intensity of this battle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, in the next moment, the space that had been magically turned into hell by various elements suddenly disappeared, and Vesa and the tall man in front of him were still standing in place, as if they had not even moved a step.

"Is that your realm? not this world, but it is indeed this world, not at the level of illusion, so contradictory, so mixed with truth and falsehood, does this really exist in Southwell?

There had never been a moment when he was so excited, and Willa, who still resounded in his mind with the scene of the fierce battle with the "Bard", stretched out his left arm, and a wound on it was deep to the bone, but because of the excitement, the Son of God could not even feel half of the pain.

He finally saw the "other side of the door", "the other side of this world".

“......”

Opposite him, the cold-faced bard waved his hand to disperse the blood and dust stained by the battle on his robes, and was silent for a moment as if nothing had happened, and then, his gaze became gentle, but his tone was still as cold as frost:

"You have become stronger, son of God. ”

He did not answer Wissa's half-emotional question, but only said this sentence.

"Don't call me that title, people like you should understand that this is just a 'top hat' put on me by 'mortals' to protect themselves, and how small I am compared to you. And compared to you, the ignorant people of the 'Temple', and the so-called 'true gods', their world seems so unbearable!"

There were more words than at any other moment, and he couldn't hold back the impulse in his heart, and he wanted to continue to return to the magical land of Visa, and wanted to use blessing magic to heal the wound on his arm first, but immediately, the tall figure in front of him suddenly appeared in front of him.

Then the wounds of the Son of God were healed.

“...... It's not blessing magic? What is it?"

Undenied the oppressive gaze of the bard from above—the other party was estimated to be more than two meters tall, more than a head taller than the "tall" Wissa, and the Son of God did not hide his spontaneous curiosity, and continued to ask with a glint in his eyes.

"You've got a lot to say. The figure suddenly returned to its original position, and the bard, with his hands behind his back, shook his head, "Anyway, welcome to the other side of this world, my 'companion'." ”

The breeze that shouldn't exist seemed to blow in his ears, and at that moment, the Son of God showed the most cheerful and joyful expression since his birth.

"Yes, I've finally got your approval, 'Gatekeeper'. ”

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Fun time always passed quickly, and even he didn't realize that the conversation was over.

In fact, Wissa has too many questions to ask the other party, and the other party is not the kind of person who can sit down and have a good conversation, so the final result is that after directly reading the inner thoughts of the son of God, he crammed all the answers he wanted into his mind, and the result is that even a top powerhouse like Wisa can't bear too much information.

This is not the first time that a bard has done such a simple and brutal approach, and he is a loner who travels to all corners of the world, abhorring order and propriety, and has no concern for good and evil in his heart, and regards powerless mortals as "dross" and completely ignores their existence.

He sees only the "kind" who can change the fate of this world, that is, those who have already learned the fragments of the "truth".

"I've really seen this unfathomable ability. Bard, you have given me another glimpse of the ocean beneath the peak. I always feel like I've stepped into a deeper peak...... You've said that your goal is only to fight to the death with your kind, and it seems that I am not enough to make you happy? Yes, after all, I am the same when it comes to not doing my best. It's foolish for me to want to see you all, I'm sorry-"

But that's enough. Enough is enough. ”

The headache was still there, and his vision was still blurry, but there was a big smile on the corner of Wissa's lips, who was lying on the rocky ground in embarrassment.

At that time, only eleven or twelve years old, the young and vigorous Wisa was defeated at the hands of this elusive bard, and he was "recruited" by the temple for "destroying a city with one move" and awarded the title of "son of God", but he did not hurt him in the slightest.

He knocked himself down with only his sword, and he didn't even use any magic.

And this time, although Wisa was still at a disadvantage, at least, the son of the god who did not use the "Corona" still forced the opponent's "second stage" except for sword hand-to-hand combat with the strongest level of elemental magic.

Come to think of it, that hellish scene is the ultimate of elemental magic—a level that cannot be described in words enough to subvert the theoretical foundations of magic.

But this is only the other party's "second step", he still has "third step" and "fourth step" to go.

"Next time, I'll force you to use magic that is truly yours! Achilles, I'm going to be better than you think!"

Proudly raising his neck, Wisa swore an oath by reaching out his fist into the dark night sky.

The so-called truth is always known to a very small number of people, and it often subverts common sense.

"Next...... Since Silune is going to inform me of the 'little' commotion in the School of Magic, I have to give her a response, right?"

Once he has calmed down, what is just a "trivial matter" for the Son of God must be dealt with well, even if only for the sake of Sirune. Now, however, Vesa, who had learned the truth from the Bard, could not help but feel a little subtle about the Daughter of God, and wanted to complain.

That is exactly what happened: the Daughter of God had already stepped into the "real" world before him.

"Where is the hunting group...... Very good.,Found it.,Let me, who is supposed to protect the peace of the school park, personally give you these miscellaneous gifts with my own hands!"

With the movement of Wisa transforming his outstretched fist into a palm, the "sun" rose.

That night, many in the Magic City felt the terrible magic that woke them up from their slumber, and when they looked out of their windows in horror, they saw a ball of light that reflected them in the mountains and then burst west.

That night, the rapidly falling "sun" descended on the magic school on the other side of the central mountain range with unmistakable accuracy, turning all traces of the hunting group's existence into ashes.