The commercial city used to be the most noble and valuable location in the royal city.

It is a place where busy transactions and business activities are prevalent.

Now, however, it has been reduced to a bleak, silent place of death.

Beneath the firmament, scraps of metal drift around.

The heavy, gray smoke shattered, and the layers turned into a dense mist.

With the faint wind, it constantly tossed and fluttered on the earth.

The thick clouds that once covered the sky had now dissipated without a trace.

The twinkle of the starry sky also disappeared into the endless darkness.

The bright moon hung lonely in the dark night sky.

It quietly shone a faint moonlight, reflecting on the ruined earth.

The surrounding buildings have been reduced to dust, and only the silence of the land wanders aimlessly on the desolate land.

This once busy flat land now seems to be immersed in the silence and desolation of the aftermath of the disaster.

All life and vitality have been erased.

More remotely, half of the towering towers remain.

Constantly shaking in the howling of the wind, the peeling gravel gently trembled.

Only a golden ruin stood silently above the earth.

The candlelight of yesteryear has been replaced by moonlight, which shines through the crumbling dome and silently over the abandoned venue.

The aristocrats slowly opened their eyes, trembling fingers grasping the armrests or backs of their chairs.

They cautiously poked their heads out from behind their seats.

The eyes of all the nobles present were full of doubts and shocking fears for survival.

"I didn't ...... Gone? "

Their eyes widened and they looked around at a loss.

Gaze through the huge openings in the golden walls, over the crumbling halls of the gates, and gaze at the razed outside.

Nothing but the dust kicked up by the wind had disappeared from the entire land.

The once bustling streets, those shops full of life, are gone.

The tall ruins have not left a trace of the land.

Only the dust kicked up by the wind, dancing in the air and flying all over the sky.

All the buildings that were once a commercial city seem to have been completely erased from the earth by a huge hand.

The faint silver moonlight replaced the flickering candle flames, and the golden walls looked dim in the dim light.

The only relatively intact building is the auction hall that has just been demolished into ruins by those sub-people.

This is a commercial city, the most expensive place in the royal city!

If only all the buildings had to be rebuilt.

How much the does that cost!?

The noble lords had just survived the disaster, and their eyes were once again filled with that irresistible sense of powerlessness.

They collapsed in their chairs, their minds filled with crazy calculations about the loss of money.

Since it was going to be rebuilt, it was natural for the lords present to share the burden.

They tried to take precautions, and in the end, they were blown up by Victor.

What? Indemnify?

Although every nobleman present knew that the explosion was blown up by Victor.

But after seeing Victor's terrible magic, what other nobleman would be foolish enough to go to Victor and ask for compensation?

Waves of chaotic magic tore the earth upside down, swallowing the earth and rubble of the depths into light.

Waves of blazing air swept over the glorious golden venue, and the shattered walls became even more unstable in the violent shaking.

Waves of mana soared into the sky, bursting through the cloudy sky with a dull and furious roar.

Tens of meters high, the clear blue waves poured towards the auction hall and its surroundings like a surging flood.

The black steel tower, like a forest and a sea, rose from the ground, like a quiet dark forest.

In an instant, the dark forest was illuminated by a bright blue light, as if briefly illuminated by the moonlight, sparkling and shining.

The tower, which was like a peak that soared into the clouds, was completely engulfed by the rising waves.

Everyone present felt as if they had been hit hard after witnessing this terrifying magic.

Their thoughts were completely stagnant, their eyes were empty, and their brains seemed to be shaken white.

It was definitely a disaster.

The mere thought of the magic that had preceded it was enough to make everyone present tremble and fill their hearts with deep fear.

At this moment, Victor was standing calmly on the cracked earth.

The trench coat behind him swayed gently in the wind, and the smoke tried to stain it, but was blocked by a faint barrier of magical power.

In front of him, the two orange tiger men who were originally majestic had fallen to the ground, motionless.

The hair on his body also turned a charred black, which was very miserable.

The nobles also noticed the tiger man, stood up, and hurriedly pointed over and said:

"You...... You see......"

"What about the two tiger men lying on the ground.....

The two charred tigermen lay stiffly on the ground, covered in burns that seemed to have made them unconscious.

Seeing these two invincible tigermen defeated so easily, the tense nerves of everyone in the field finally relaxed a little.

At least, they survived this subhuman uprising, thanks to Victor.

August also poked his head out from the second floor, his eyes glazed over the area that had been destroyed.

The young king, apparently, suffered an indescribable shock to his heart.

"This ...... It is...... Mage? ”

His voice trembled and shocked with unconcealed relief.

"Yes, that's the mage."

Aurelian replied softly beside him.

She rose from her seat, her eyes sparkling, and smiled softly at August.

"Your Majesty, the next time you travel, it would be safer to bring a few guards."

"In the unlikely event that we happen to be away from us again, will your safety be in jeopardy?"

With that, Aurelian nodded gracefully to him.

The hem of her skirt swayed gently with her steps, and gradually descended the ruined steps.

Gwen put away the red blade and followed closely.

Only Xiang Zilan bowed politely to Auguste, and then quickly followed the princess's pace.

August, who was left to cower on the ground, and Hilda, who was beside him, were silent.

Hearing the sound of crisp footsteps, Victor looked to the side.

Aurelian walked lightly and gracefully to Victor's side.

"Teacher."

Victor looked at her, and then, he raised his head and looked at August on the second floor, and his flat voice sounded slowly:

"Your Majesty."

Hearing Victor's indifferent voice, August's body shook suddenly,

The voice reached deep into his ears like a demonic whisper.

"I don't need to deal with the aftermath."

August hurriedly stood up, and even his hands trembled unconsciously:

"No problem, Councillor Victor."

"Our kingdom will take care of everything."

Victor nodded, turned around, and turned away.

He looked at the female auctioneer who was huddled in the corner in fear behind him.

She was draped in a heavy robe given by Victor.

His hair was drenched and draped over his shoulders, revealing only a pair of long, white legs.

Maybe it's because they're still in the back of those two tiger people.

Or maybe it was the magic that Victor had just unleashed that frightened her.

At this moment, her hands were tightly grasping the red curtain, and her body trembled.

It wasn't until she felt Victor's gaze that she slowly came back to her senses.

Raising his head a little in fear, he pulled out a forced smile.

"Remember those two items of mine."

"When the time comes, we will send them together to the territory of the Grand Duke of Barlow."

"Also, don't forget the compensation I wanted."

Victor's voice reached the ears of the female auctioneer, who nodded frantically, but did not dare to say a word to Victor.

Seeing that the other party had agreed, Victor turned around, and red streaks of magic swept across his trench coat like sluggish lava.

A giant hand of lava and flame slowly reached out from behind him, picking up the two tigermen on the ground:

"Then I'll take these two first."

As soon as the words fell, the space in front of Victor began to distort.

The overflowing magic flowed in the space in front of him, slowly tearing out an empty rift.

The flowing azure formation covered the spatial fluctuations, and the twisted and twisted lines dotted around the formation.

A brilliant blue color filled the deep black crack, and a ray of light burst out.

The ruins of the auction are illuminated.

A frenzied aura emanated from the portal, swept over Victor's red trench coat, and slammed into everyone's faces.

Gwen and Aurelian's long silver hair danced in the air against the wind, blowing the nobles' clothes and snorting.

The Foreign Ministers followed closely behind Aurelian and entered the luminous teleportation array with the others.

In the next second, Victor and his party disappeared in an instant.

The light of the portal turned into a little starlight and gradually disappeared in the sky.

The nobles looked at the location of the portal, stunned.

They looked at the incomparably magical scene in front of them, and they couldn't say a word.

Tread - step - step - step -

It wasn't until a chaotic sound of iron hooves not far from the auction hall that the nobles came to their senses.

They followed the sound and looked outside.

Countless horses and armies in iron helmets marched across the flat land and galloped towards them.

Dust waves more than ten meters high flew in the air with each horse's hoof, almost completely obscuring the night sky behind them.

That's the army of the kingdom,

Support has finally arrived.

However, there was no surprise in the faces of these noble lords.

The battle is over, the army has just arrived, so what's the point.

Leading the army was Count Laurien. Before he could fully stabilize his horse, he hurriedly jumped off his horse and rushed into the ruins.

As soon as he entered, he cried out loudly:

"Your Majesty!? Your Majesty is all right? ”

The nobles at the scene were silent.

They all knew that Count Laurien was a loyal earl and a confidant of the Archduke Barlow.

Although his status is that of an earl, he almost already has a territory and a strong army that is not weaker than that of a marquis.

Seeing Count Laurion standing on top of the cracked earth, the eyes of the rest of the noble lords calmly looked at Auguste.

Laurien also looked to the second floor.

August stood above the second floor with a forced smile on his face.

"Count Laurean, it's a good thing you arrived a little late."

"If I had come earlier, I would have been blown up together."

Laurion was stunned for a moment, looking at the barrenness of the flat land around him,

Together with the nobles, fell silent.