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771 Are You the Devil?

Mag had swooped in to save the damsel in distress, turning the tables on her opponents in the blink of an eye with his grand entrance.

During clashes between truly powerful beings, time seemed to slow down, but everything actually took place in split seconds.

Carter crashed to the ground over 10 meters away with his chest severely caved in, looking as if he had just been struck by a sledgehammer. He was lying facedown on the ground with blood and fragments of shattered internal organs spilling out of his mouth as his aura gradually diminished.

The forest troll withdrew its branches, but its entire body had already been stained with green blood. Even one of its arms had been cut off, and it was howling with horror and agony.

Gajeel let go of the shattered blade in his hand and stumbled back with a petrified expression, trying to open up some distance between himself and Mag.

Alex was here!

He was the only one who could wield a sword as heavy as the Tian Du sword as if it were a mere twig, and his deadly sword techniques had appeared in many of Gajeel’s nightmares.

Five years ago, during his first encounter with Alex, he had conceded after withstanding just a single one of his sword strikes.

Three years ago, when he last encountered Alex, he was unable to withstand that single sword strike, and almost perished as a result.

On this occasion, he was still unable to withstand a single sword strike.

“Why are you still alive?! Why are you still as powerful as ever?! This is impossible… Impossible… Are you the devil?!” Gajeel felt as if he were about to be driven insane by his overwhelming horror.

They had made painstaking preparations for Irina’s assassination. Every single 10th-tier powerful being within Rodu was under surveillance of their scouts, but no one had expected Alex at the height of his powers to turn up.

“I don’t have time to explain.” Most of Mag’s 10-minute time limit had already passed, and he strode forward with a cold expression. All of a sudden, he glanced past Gajeel like lightning, carving out a thin white line in the air with his claymore.

Golden light erupted from Gajeel’s eyes as he hoisted up his black shield again. His body expanded once again, and even his skin was hardening as he tried desperately to defend himself.

However, the thin white line only continued to elongate, slicing through countless droplets of rain before gliding through his black shield and finally his neck.

The shield that had been refined from the shell of a 9th-tier magic beast was sliced open with such ease as if it were made of melted butter. A thin crimson line appeared on Gajeel’s neck, following which his head was flung into the air. Blood gushed forth from the cross-sectional wound like a geyser before Gajeel’s headless corpse slowly fell to the ground.

The white line continued to elongate, quickly ending the life of the vampire, who was still desperately struggling amid a puddle of blood.

“The devil! You must be the devil!!!”

After witnessing the deaths of Carter and Gajeel in quick succession, the forest troll was completely tipped over the edge. A series of magic shields of different sizes materialized around its body as a dark green teleportation formation appeared underfoot. Light was shimmering along the entirety of the formation, clearly indicating that it had already been activated.

“You’re not getting away.” Mag strode toward the forest troll with a calm expression, looking as if he had done nothing more than kill a few ants.

“Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! Argh…”

The forest troll’s expression was filled with horror as it made a series of random panicked hand seals, trying desperately to kickstart the teleportation formation beneath its feet.

“Alex, I didn’t think that you’d still be alive.”

Right at this moment, a distant voice sounded as a rift opened up in the sky above. Four sticky tentacles extended out of the rift before tearing the rift open even wider.

A hulking octopus over 20 meters tall and with countless tentacles squeezed its way out of the rift. What was even more terrifying and grotesque was that there were countless eyes running along the whole length of all of its tentacles, and those eyes were all scrutinizing Alex.

Standing atop the octopus’ head was a short and stubby old man who appeared to be a midget. His feet seemed to have fused with the octopus’ body and his eyes were bulging out of their sockets, creating a rather terrifying sight to behold.

As soon as his voice trailed off, two of the octopus’ tentacles elongated in a frenzy, hurtling toward Mag in a criss-cross formation in an attempt to ensnare him.



Josh’s griffin rapidly sped through the air. He could already hear the sounds of battle erupting from the fifth street, and that was very encouraging to him.

This indicated that the battle was still not over, which, in turn, meant that Irina was still alive.

Even though he was furious that the other races had plotted behind his back to assassinate Irina, this was a good opportunity for him to swoop in and save the damsel in distress. Perhaps Irina would give herself over to him in her gratitude.

With that in mind, Josh became very excited, and even his wand-wielding hand was trembling slightly.

As the second prince of the Roth Empire, he was already a 7th-tier magic caster at such a young age. He had astonishing aptitude, and that was why the Magus Tower was willing to support him.

Freakish prodigies like Irina were quite rare, after all.

“Be careful, Your Highness! There are extremely powerful magic waves up ahead, far more powerful than what the average 10th-tier magic caster is able to conjure up. I have a bad feeling that the patriarch of the spatial demons is here!” Just as Josh was fantasizing about him swooping in to save Irina just in the nick of time, a massive white eagle suddenly caught up to him, and an elderly magic caster situated on the eagle’s back extended grave words of caution toward him.

“What?!”

Josh was quite startled to hear this, and his griffin slowed down significantly as he cast his gaze toward the fifth street with bewilderment and hesitation in his eyes.

If they were coming up against a normal 10th-tier opponent, then the elderly great magic caster beside him should be capable of protecting him.

However, the patriarch of the spatial demon race was far more powerful than the average 10th-tier demon. It was most likely the case that this elderly great magic caster would be no match for such a fearsome opponent.

“We have a treaty prohibiting patriarch-level beings from appearing in the territory of other races! How dares he go against the terms of the treaty in such a blatant manner? Isn’t he afraid of facing backlash from our Roth Empire?!” Josh clenched his fists with fury.

The magic caster wore a concerned look as he said, “Your Highness, the demon race is clearly planning to instigate a war. Even the patriarch of the spatial demons has appeared in Rodu, and he’s targeting the elven princess; that’s nothing less than a declaration of war to the elven and human races. If you approach the battlefield now, there’s a good chance that he’ll attack you as well. Please reconsider, Your Highness!”

“I…” Josh cast his gaze toward the fifth street with a hesitant look. His expression was filled with urgency, but his griffin was only continuing to decelerate.



“Why is there another?” Mag looked up at the massive octopus with furrowed brows. He plunged his claymore into the forest troll’s heart in an offhand manner, thereby putting it out of its misery.

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