Five days later, in the tent of Phoenix Colorless.
Feeling the fateful connection that she had once again lost her sense of, a line of tears slowly slipped from the corner of the witch's eye.
Without a word, she sat up and cried silently and bitterly for a while longer before slowly wiping the disheveled look from her face, lifting her foot and kicking the sleeping king's daughter awake, and speaking faintly:
"Get up!"
Sore and confused, Phyllis rose to her feet.
Halfway through the day, packing up her camp, she stood on the hill with a large traveling bag on her back.
The witch stood by the pool that had been indulged in for five days, looking at the pool of water whose medicinal properties had long since resolved, but whose water quality was still incomparably murky, she reached out her hand and urged her spirituality to destroy the entire pool.
After a long time, the warlock with a horrible mask on his face flew back.
Evelea looked up and asked in what was left of a gentle tone, "Safely sent away?"
Fina, who was in the same low mood, nodded wordlessly.
Phyllis looked blankly at the two men whose auras had dramatically changed and suddenly understood.
Along with the man, they left with their brightest smiles.
The feared Witch of the Forest is back!
"Pop!"
Just as she froze, she suddenly received a whip on her shoulder.
Phyllis twisted her head in pain and then saw, in an icy cold tone, the Crimson Witch, wearing a half-banshee mask:
"Off you go, grab your sword, and go clear a path down the mountain."
The warlock held the dragon's egg and injected evil energy to catalyze it while saying carelessly, "Within a month, if you fail to advance to a high-ranked Transcendent, then you'll be worth nothing more than having your soul extracted."
Phyllis looked at the two men as if they were like different people, and returned with a frightened heart, "I'll try my best!"
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The sky was dim, and in the swirling waters where the sound of the waves was deafening, tree lighting flashed silently.
After crossing out of the space gate, the white figure silently hovered in the air for a long time.
Turning back, he looked at the fairytale continent that was isolated by the natural disaster barrier, his eyes filled with unrequited longing.
Just now, over there, he couldn't bear to let Fina see him risking his life, but now that he was out, he finally had a chance to give it a go.
"You will not stop me!"
The white figure roared angrily and rushed into the sea, wanting to use its flesh to resist the natural disaster.
Several terrifying suction forces came from below, and he inevitably dropped his height rapidly, as if his body would be torn apart if he resisted any longer.
Planting himself frantically downward, Eleazar finally got a good look at the situation below.
Those dark and deep huge whirlpools were like bottomless abysses that could not be seen at a glance, only the black waters were seen churning in a never-ending stream, and that deep and incomparable darkness was as if it wanted to suck in his soul.
Eleazar snapped back to his senses, realizing that he had made a forced descent to less than a few hundred meters above the surface and that if he fell any further he would never turn over, so with a death grip on his teeth he fought his way up.
Just fighting against those amazing suction forces made it almost difficult for the body to move, and it was impossible to have any energy left to continue flying forward.
Having managed to fly tens of thousands of meters into the air and break free from the attraction of those vortexes, Eleazar didn't have time to rejoice when his back was struck by countless lightning bolts again.
The extinguishing thunderbolts struck him one after another, and the dragon wings were like tattered cloaks in no time, making it almost difficult to maintain balance.
There was no sound from the outside world, while a huge boom like the opening of the heavens exploded in his mind as if it was going to thwart his will, his consciousness was almost blown apart, and in just a few short breaths, the Titan's body was already filled with jumping electric snakes running all over his body, and his skin became a reddish color as if it was going to melt.
Consciousness collapses as Witcher drags the smoke rolling off his body and falls headfirst into the sea.
He fell back to half his height before he regained consciousness in agony, mobilizing a large amount of Transcendent Activity to surge toward the dragon wings to quickly repair them.
"Awww...!"
With a roar, Witcher fought his way out of the vortex gravity and Mindstorm and fled back in a heap.
"The physical body really can't be compared to that transcendent airship constructed with countless defense spells..."
Stumbling back down to the Island of Shipwrecks, Eleazar licked his wounds as he looked out over the sea that would never see the light of day.
[Catastrophe Characteristics: Sea, Space, Mind, Thunder]
[Energy level: 5]
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"Quack-quack-quack-quack."
The calm, windless harbor of Silvermoon was filled with squawking seagulls, and sailors were hotly counting their loaded fishing boats.
Until a huge shadow crossed from the ground, the whole pier was suddenly as if it had come to a standstill, everyone froze their bodies and did not move at all, their blood was frozen by the horrible pressure, and the seagulls that had been scared alive fell like rain.
The local church, the Divine Punisher, and the Holy Warrior on duty looked up and saw a winged Fae in the sky planting itself straight down towards them like it was out of control.
"Let him in."
The faint voice of the district bishop came from the church, and the acolytes, who had all drawn their silver swords, only then stopped their attack and tilted their heads to look at the figure that did not stop its charge at all.
"Boom!!!"
First, the half-hidden door of the church was shattered, and then the figure that could no longer maintain its balance tumbled into the church, overturning all the tables and chairs along the way.
The bishop lowered his eyes looked at the draconian who had fallen a few meters away from him, and said faintly:
"Shed come back?"
Although he had never seen this form of his opponent before, he recognized the cursed armor of the Merlin family.
By now, Witcher has been set deep into his flesh and blood by the cursed armor, and the seams of the armor are full of dried blood, and he looks to be in agony.
Eleazar looks up as if to say something, but nothing comes out, his mouth having been immobilized by the cursed armor.
A nun dragging her robes slowly stepped out and reached out her arms to gently embrace him from behind, a pair of holy feathers unfurled in the messy church as the rich divine energy flowed through the sky and feathers of light flew in the air.
The deathly bound cursed armor finally loosened little by little, and Eleazar, whose internal organs were about to be squeezed out, breathed in a huge gulp of air, his body leaning softly against the softness behind him.
The bishop said faintly as he watched the nun tenderly soothe the battered body:
"We all thought you had been taken captive by the Council, and two months ago, Her Highness launched a nationwide search that went all the way to our side of the border before we found a record of you stowing away at sea, and two fishing boats testified that you had robbed them."
"Those people are pirates."
Eleazar sat up and crossed his legs on the floor and said, "They pleaded for supplies in exchange for some fresh water, which I kindly agreed to, only to have the men commit a robbery as soon as they boarded the ship."
The Bishop hung his eyes, "But all I have here is evidence of you robbing people of every last bit of their supplies and ending up adrift in the ocean for three days before being towed back by a rescue team."
"Those people are lying, and you guys are too good to be true, so let me go get you a real statement."
"Do you still want to play around with that lame mind spell of yours?"
The bishop looked at him with an expressionless face, "Some poor instructor who threw his heart and soul into teaching a student, only to end up receiving only a folded newspaper as payment, and was treated like a psychopath by the bank clerk, and the club that locked a brick into the safe as if it were a treasure, and went to the police thinking it had been burglarized when the spell's effects wore off. "
Hearing the bishop reciting the offense, the nun's gentle, soothing hand grew harder and harder, as if to chide him for his nonsense.
The bishop continued, "The worst is your knight friend, his family's manor was almost taken by others to be mortgaged and auctioned off, it's unfortunate to know someone like you."
"Uh..."
Eleazar has no rebuttal this time.
He knew that when he left, he had used a lot of unseen means to leave as soon as possible, and had been prepared to come back and slowly make amends.
"The last thing is that Her Highness is angry, so find a way to quell her anger yourself."