The dazzling white light suddenly flashed, and the wave of qi carried the pressure to break through everything.

The space around them was distorted for a long time.

The hot, shriveled air seemed to be folded and crumpled into a ball, thrown in all directions.

The canyon shattered into a chaotic pile of pumice, and the drifting black clouds were completely reduced to nothing.

The whole sky turned into pure blackness.

Huge blue clouds were sparsely scattered across the sky.

Their thin bodies leaned outward, like a chaotic leaf that was constantly leaving.

A dense sea of stars hung high in the night.

A white moon lay quietly in the black, quietly emitting a bright light.

The surroundings became extremely quiet, and even the wind breathing slowly passed by made people listen very clearly.

The golden and huge divine angel had long since disappeared at this time, as if it had never appeared.

Under this brilliant attack, there was not even the slightest trace of sticky and fishy smell left in the air.

Only simply cool, with a burnt taste.

Under the power that purifies everything.

There seems to have never been a crisis in this airspace.

It's just that the somewhat broken floating train still proves the extraordinary experience of the people before.

The entire magic carriage looked like a meteor under the night sky, shining brightly.

The ministers are still floating in the air in the train.

The knights stood up steadily, staring blankly at the sky.

Their eyes widened, as if the scene that had shocked them before them was still lingering in front of them.

They no longer know how to describe the shock in their hearts in words.

The white light had been dissipated for a long time, and there was still no one on the train to make a sound.

Although the whole carriage was silent, everyone's hearts seemed to set off a wave of sea, swallowing up all their original sanity.

Almost all of them were the first time they had seen Victor fight so closely.

At this moment, they finally realized.

Victor, who is enough to be called the strongest mage in the empire, why does he have the ability to be called so?

They looked up slowly.

The body of the black goddess of justice still stayed in the sky.

The darkness around him almost blends with the night sky, and the huge wings behind him almost completely obscure the entire sky.

The huge body naturally radiated justice and majesty in all directions.

The blinded eyes seemed to be judging everything.

And in front of the giant goddess, Gwen floated silently.

She also flapped her white wings, as if in stark contrast to the pitch-black angel behind her.

Until a breeze swept through the chaotic starry sky and passed through the body of the Goddess of Justice that was beginning to dissipate.

The massive body began to dissipate like ashes burned by black flames.

The black armor on his body also cracked into several pieces, scattering into the air like ashes.

With the dissipation of the goddess of justice, it was as if all power had been lost.

Gwen's body, above the sky, also became shaky.

The white wings behind her began to close and turn into bright yellow stars, which gradually dissipated in the black ash.

The golden crown above his head was pulled out of the golden thread, and gradually disappeared from the shell, turning into two golden strands flying in the night sky.

All that left Gwen was left with her eyes closed, and she fell diagonally over her body, falling straight from the sky to the earth.

Everyone watched Gwen turn into a meteor with an orange flame, and their hearts trembled.

If you fall into the canyon at this height, I'm afraid Gwen will die directly!

But in the next second, a figure quickly pierced the night sky.

With ripples in the surrounding space, Victor appeared directly below Gwen.

He simply stretched out his hands, one around Gwen's legs and the other on her back.

Hold her firmly in your arms.

Gwen used too much power, and this was the first time she had experienced such a fight.

So much so that she passed out uncontrollably.

But......

"It's been done well."

Victor hugged Gwen and levitated in the air, his eyes revealing a bit of satisfaction and pity.

This scene was watched by everyone in the carriage.

The carriage, which had been silent for a long time, finally had a sound fluttering, but this time, it was a boo as if it had seen some surprise.

Above the sky, Victor's trench coat swayed slightly, floating between the cracked canyons.

Only indifference and calmness remain, as if flowing water travels through the world.

At some point, Aurelian looked through the carriage at the starlight that swirled in the sky.

The only thing under the eye is Victor's familiar back,

Full of yearning.

……

Three days later.

The red-tiled brick houses seem to be located in the middle of the forest, and the pedestrians come and go leisurely, and the sparse hawking is constantly spreading from all directions.

At night, the street lamps are like fireflies, shining with a cold light for pedestrians.

But in the kingdom of Kante, both men and women, under the luxurious and elegant clothing, always wear a long sword at their waists.

Several nobles dressed in noble court costumes gathered on the platform of the magic train.

Like the pedestrians along the way, they also wore thin swords around their waists.

They gathered here as if they were greeting someone.

Some of them had shown a slight impatience, frowning and pulling up their sleeves every few minutes to look at the hands on their watches.

Then, they raise their heads again and can't help but look at the man in the center of the crowd.

It was a middle-aged man, who looked calm and had a long, thin beard.

He was unarmed, but stood there with a noble cane, showing his noble temperament.

Just one glance at him can make it obvious that this man is not simple.

A nobleman walked up and faced the man, his gaze sweeping over the three star medals on his chest.

At the same time, he respectfully bent over and asked:

"Count Laurean."

The man known as Count Laurion turned his gaze to him and nodded.

The nobleman straightened up and asked the question he wanted to ask.

"The Empire, are you not coming?"

"Arrived in the morning, it's almost evening, and we've been waiting too long...."

The man glanced at the nobleman indifferently:

"What's the hurry?"

"We are waiting for the princess of a country, not for the young lady who will go to your house to ask for money."

"The empire has not explicitly said that it will not come, we will always wait here, even until tomorrow, until next month."

The nobleman who came suddenly paused, and retreated a little embarrassed.

Count Laurion nodded in satisfaction and continued to look dignifiedly ahead.

With his hands on top of his cane, he waited for the train to arrive.

I don't know how long I waited, but many people felt impatient.

Suddenly, a magical track gradually appeared in mid-air, gradually spreading out in the direction of the station.

Those nobles saw this scene and finally felt a burst of surprise.

They have waited so long, and the guests have arrived!

As the tracks of the magic train were completely rolled out, even Count Laurion's gaze was drawn to it.

Immediately afterward, their eyes saw the train whizzing from the sky.

At that moment, everyone present couldn't help but be stunned.

Can that still be called the magic train they know?

The whole train was extremely badly damaged, the carriages were uneven, and the iron sheet was almost about to fall off the outline, which looked extremely dangerous.

The slowly turning wheels bent and seemed a little shaky as they rolled over the rails.

Black smoke leaked from the bottom of the carriage and kept drifting towards the sky.

It looks like a car that has just been pulled from some garbage dump.

The train slowly stopped, and the moment it stopped, the iron door shook a few points, and then fell from the top of the carriage.

It fell to the ground and made a "clattering" sound.

The eyes of the nobles who were waiting to greet them on the train platform widened.

Even Count Laurion couldn't hold back the elegance on his face, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Finally, the train slowly opened, like a discarded iron box.

It was like the mouth of a giant beast opening and closing up and down, and smoke and dust poured out.

From under that carriage, a group of foreign ministers dressed in imperial attire stepped down.

As soon as they landed, they couldn't help but cough at the same time.

When they saw the elegant middle-aged man, they recovered a little bit and were extremely surprised:

"It's Mr. Laurean!"

Since these ministers often represented the empire on other countries, they maintained peace between the two countries.

Naturally, they were familiar with the local nobility of many countries.

The middle-aged man in front of him has a lot of background.

Laurien Nice.

He was a subordinate of the mysterious Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Kante.

At the same time, he is also a well-known three-star earl.

In the Kingdom of Kante, the honor, status, and power of the nobility were tied to the "stars" they could obtain.

The nobles with three stars, like Laurien, belong to the earls who own the territory.

And so on, a four-star marquis, a five-star duke.

Each star has a strict division of strength and power.

And this strict star standard has also created a very special aristocratic system in the Kanter Empire.

If you can get a star in your daily life.

Even ordinary civilians can become a baron and glorify their ancestors.

And there are many ways to get a star rating.

Gain strength and gain honor and merit.

Therefore, the Kingdom of Kanter is a country where everyone is martial.

Even civilians on the side of the road could see that they were carrying longsword weapons at their waists.

At this time, Count Laurion also slowly straightened up.

He rested one hand on the top of his cane and the other on his chest.

Gracefully, bowed to the ministers:

"Welcome, diplomats from the Calencian Empire."

The ministers responded equally politely, first saluting the earl in return, and then continuing:

"I'm very sorry, Count Laurean."

"We're too late to keep you waiting."

"Her Royal Highness will be getting off the train soon."

Speaking of this, the nobles of the Kanter Kingdom couldn't help but look at the broken train in a daze once again.

For a while, his eyes were full of sluggishness and doubt at the same time.

Count Laurion couldn't hold back either, and couldn't help asking:

"This train, ...... in the end"

They wondered what had happened to make such a sturdy magic train what it was today.

However, the foreign ministers waved their hands and pretended to be relaxed.

In the face of the Count's question, they were as indifferent as if they were saying something that had nothing to do with them:

"Harm, nothing."

"It was when we passed through the Nangapurna Valley that our team blew up half of the canyon."