"I know Ivan you're not at ease, but even if we stay here and do nothing, there's no way we can go back to that space. Asa must have had his considerations in mind for us to leave that space?" Maureen muttered.

"Also, the thing I saw before must be what you humans call a puppet, right? I think Asa must have found something out of that puppet to do that. Even if, even if you really want to find him, at least, you have to find the treasure first, so that you can have a chance, because that treasure has a very special power, maybe it can destroy the sealed space, anyway, it's better to go over there and have a look than to do nothing......"

Maureen persuaded very patiently, and secretly looked at Ivan behind her. His eyes don't seem to be the same as usual.

"Well, neither am I...... Trying to find him. Ivan thought about it, Maureen was right, the only person who could cause such a drastic change in space could be Asa himself. It's because of that thing...... The puppet?

The two-wheeled pentagram, the symbol of the Wizarding Alliance, a pattern that Ivan was extremely familiar with, was now like a cold mist lingering in his chest. This is the deep sea, the sea area of Romesa, within the dangerous storm circle, human ships usually avoid this sea area, in that strange space full of monsters, how can there be anything related to the Magic Alliance?

Romeosa should only belong to the ancient years of the Feather Clan, not the human organization that is only more than fifty years old, and no matter how powerful that organization is, it should not set foot in this alien homeland that has been sealed away for a long time. Ivan couldn't connect the Sorcerers he knew with Romesa, where were they, what was going on?

"You-" Ivan felt his breath choke, "you say...... Puppet ......"

"Well, yes, it stands to reason that it should be a puppet, like a puppet used to find things. There may be other uses, but I haven't seen a puppet, I've only seen a magic artifact...... Huh, Ivan, aren't you the executor of the Wizard Alliance, why didn't you recognize your puppet?" Maureen blinked, her eyes full of curiosity.

"How do I know what puppets the Alliance has, Alliance...... It's complicated. He exhaled hard. The air gushing out of Maureen's transformed Wind Snail always had a cloudy feeling that made him uncomfortable. He tried to get the wind snail on his chest to work, and the barrier of light suddenly flickered. Maraine immediately turned her head and looked eagerly at the place where the bubble had risen.

"Don't move. Ivan grabbed Maureen's arm. There seemed to be something in Maureen's gaze that he had seen in the red magic mirror, as if it contained some kind of deep meaning.

"If you really have to go and see, go and see it, go together. With that, Ivan adjusted slightly, gradually removing the light curtain and allowing the air to surround again. He tried to control the Wind Conch and Lightgill at the same time, and although he couldn't exert his usual strength, it wasn't completely impossible. Should be able to protect both of them in the event of a monster sneak attack, or, prevent Maraine from escaping.

Maureen was silent for a moment, then turned her head.

"Alright then, you're going to have to keep up. She said.

......

The sea was pushed out by a powerful force, and in the moment when all the roar came to an abrupt end, there was nothing left in the darkness of all directions.

Asa descended slowly from the black sky, hundreds of meters below his feet. Originally, the bottom of the ocean was supposed to be full of life, although it was all mutated creatures. Now the craggy mountains are filled with smoke. But it was full of ominous colors such as purple and red, blue and black, and sometimes there were broken coral fragments, tentacles, and bones rising with the smoke. In just an instant, those distant lives were destroyed.

If Ivan and Maureen were still in this space, it would be troublesome. Asa slowed down his landing, looking down on the treacherous land as if he were patrolling his own territory, the pure air of the snail of the wind could not form a barrier where there was no water, but could only gradually spread into the void. The puppet is gone. Even if it is a special refining metal material, it is impossible to survive the explosion of magic just now. Asa remembered it very well - the Temple of Wisdom at the headquarters of the Magic Alliance had some hidden research institutes, and there were always some people who would do some out-of-the-ordinary research.

A man whom Asa had previously knew, Stephen, had offered to explore the sea. If it is pure exploration and research, there is nothing wrong with it. But Stephen Esmerra, the Holy Magister of the Source Power, never explores without a purpose. Stephen also admitted at the time that he wanted to rediscover the lost technology of the Feathered Clan. In the end, his mention was put on hold for the time being, but there was no way for that guy to give up.

What did he do before he disappeared?

Asa breathed a sigh of relief, and had to admit that it was too unexpected for a puppet he had never seen before to become in this situation. On the other hand, it's also a rare opportunity.

"—Since you have come to such a place to look for me, is there nothing you want to explain to me about the past, Artel?" the corners of Asa's mouth curled into a warm smile.

The blood smoke of the monsters was still filling, and there was almost no light in the starless night, but there was a twilight light that shrouded the mountains under the sea. Asa simply descended to the top of the highest mountain, and with a stroke of his left hand, the ridge in front of him cracked along a straight trajectory, and a figure in white appeared somewhere below the mountain.

Soon, the figure appeared on the fractured cliff, facing Asa at a distance, hundreds of meters away. However, this distance meant nothing to the two of them. This is the "realm" that the two of them share, and in addition to this, there is also the magic of the fallen heavenly kingdom of Romessa, and no one will break into this place again, even with space magic.

"You can't connect to the World Tree, can you? Romesa's space blockade is more reliable than the Black Star, I don't think you will call those people from the Core Council this time, right? You shouldn't trust them, Bolenfuz's death has something to do with you, right?"

"Doesn't my brother already know everything? Yatel's voice didn't sound like fear of being in a desperate situation, but rather resentment. Without the help of the World Tree, in this completely enclosed space, he would have no chance of winning at all. Artel Hernos moved a little, and looked at Asa with a smile on his face, that is, a somewhat sad smile.

"Well, in the end, I lost, I didn't expect the Fallen Heaven to be such a place. I will not explain the deaths of Miss Flotica and Mr. Borenfutz, and my brother will not forgive me any more. ”

Asa's eyes narrowed. Those who claim to have given up may be even more dangerous. Suddenly, his figure vanished, and then appeared on the cliff where Yatel was.

Apparently Artel knew what this place was. His white clothes stained by blood mist also had a device that could create air, the principle was similar to that of the Wind Snail, the wind attribute magic guide crystal only played a driving role, and the air was produced by a kind of medicine. Use space magic to discharge seawater to withstand the water pressure, and with the air you carry with you, you can swim under the sea.

But Artel isn't here to play, the puppet...... Could it be his?(To be continued......)