Terrible.
Josh thought grimly that a re special-breed flying Disaster Beast shouldn't be able to gain advantage against a fully ard, coordinated Holy Relic squad, so one thing was certain: the battle on Patrol Ship 1 wasn't over yet.
She imdiately condensed blood into spears filling the surrounding space to help defend her comrades. Almost instantly they shattered with a crack as another Black Wind Wing seized one of Pasha's duplicates.
Then ca the sound of crunching and devouring—the corpse had beco provisions.
But this counted as an exchange.
"You're clever, knowing to target the dic first, but you're not clever enough." As soon as Philona finished speaking, countless spores around her body turned to foam, forcibly sticking to the Black Wind Wing trying to take flight. Even the fierce Disaster Beast's eyes showed alarm, realizing trouble.
One Pasha suddenly expanded like a gorilla monster, throwing a fierce punch at its head—not like striking but like dismantling from the neck.
In an instant, blood splattered as the corpse fell but still twitched trying to escape, t by Philona's vicious kick.
From start to finish, they didn't even give the icebreaker's defensive weapons a chance to fire. Everything happened too fast—this was the fate of daring to storm a position controlled by multiple Holy Relics. Even the other flying Disaster Beast had to circle in the air, unable to decide.
Josh ordered: "Quickly to Patrol Ship 1."
At this mont, sky-filling artillery covered the second Black Wind Wing. Intense firepower forced it to retreat, though it coveted the rich magic power content, survival was most important.
Everyone on deck listened to their surroundings and imdiately changed expression—sothing was wrong, too strange.
Snow-covered vast ice fields, the imnse Arctic Ocean, yet only their icebreaker poured out artillery fire while other friendly forces remained silent!
They all looked at the scattered colleague corpses on the ground. From the damage extent, there shouldn't have been intense fighting, aning there was an extrely powerful, dominant Disaster Beast that launched surprise attacks. The only disturbance throughout was that explosion. How was this possible? Though they hadn't confird General Walpole's situation, other Holy Relics were all skilled—how could they fall so easily?
Philona stepped forward to check, then shook her head: "Damage too severe, massive limb loss, plus harm from extre cold... cannot revive."
Dead ant truly dead.
Suddenly the Disaster Beast corpse on the ground straightened up, emitting hoarse sounds: "Where are the magical girls hiding?"
It was t by Josh beckoning to draw out all its blood. The shriveled, weathered corpse was completely destroyed—this relic was useful because its single-target lethality was strong enough.
However, the atmosphere grew more tense as the route to Ship 1 felt like a graveyard.
Holy Relics dying in such environnts couldn't be revived—saying there was no psychological pressure was impossible, since they had to admit so previous heroic adventures were based on having escape routes. From another angle, silently eliminating a patrol ship and cutting off communications was very strange—this feeling was quite familiar.
"One of the Boss Disaster Beasts, high-tier—Brain Devourer. That guy has the 2nd strongest ntal attributes on record, and very wide-ranging."
Josh spoke a terrifying na. As mbers of the joint military, they naturally understood its difficulty—after all, limited Disaster Beasts appearing with catastrophes were all troubleso. It excelled at using ntal signals to block communications, hypnosis, linking individual consciousness, reading mories, and more importantly, was cunning and used telekinesis with almost no weaknesses.
Brain Devourer was looking for the Salvation Church?
Could they have already participated in this unprecedented battle? Unknown whether this was good or bad news.
Clap!
Suddenly a hand grabbed the icebreaker's edge, then climbed up—a uniford man covered in wounds, missing half his right arm. His most notable feature was the person-height black case on his back. Seeing this, everyone averted their gazes. That was the Holy Spear container—just prolonged direct viewing could cause contamination. Only gifted qualified users could carry or briefly use it, but now General Walpole's poor condition probably couldn't activate it.
He coughed up blood before saying: "No need to go to Ship 1. It encountered Brain Devourer's surprise attack—everyone except was wiped out. Their target is preventing the Holy Spear's complete liberation."
"If the Disaster Beasts succeed, does that an the Oracle Book's fate guidance produced wrong results?" Josh's expression changed.
"Correct. I'm not even sure there's still a chance to attack the Catastrophic Disaster Beast. But one thing's certain—after clearing obstacles, they'll launch full assault. Return to base quickly, don't delay a mont—"
General Walpole collapsed unconscious as soon as he finished.
Philona hurried forward to check and input life spores. After a mont she said: "Unfortunately, he's temporarily useless. Great, this is tough."
As a rcenary, she spoke bluntly, pointedly criticizing the military's poor performance.
The Oracle Book encountering Catastrophic Disaster Beasts would indeed produce confrontational results—aning it might not achieve what seed possible, with mysteries directly blocked.
But the three major strikes already appearing in the Prophecy Book wouldn't stop. In other words, weren't you uncertain whether the final guidance toward nuclear bombs and Holy Spear cooperation was certain? The process of joint forces suffering heavy damage was instead frozen in place, bound to happen, with users also encountering fate's constraints.
Crack!
Sharp pain in the brain represented Knowledge Poison—a sign the Oracle Book was activating. The prophesied strike had arrived, so the Catastrophic Disaster Beast swarm was probably beginning to attack the Arctic base.
Josh looked around—everyone was looking at her too.
She knew that once wavering appeared, rcenaries might scatter, since Holy Relics could generally protect themselves, making this mont's choice crucial.
"Nothing to waste words on—this battle must be fought. If we scatter, we'll definitely be defeated one by one. The Arctic Circle was never the joint military's ho field, so our only foothold is the base. Full speed ahead, prepare to et the enemy."
Josh's unquestionable montum suppressed wavering morale, forcibly uniting everyone.
They returned to base in a state of constant anxiety. Sure enough, there was no communication throughout, but fortunately they saw other returning icebreakers en route—everyone agreed.
However, when the fleet reached port, they were dumbfounded. Everything was stable and imposing, with not a trace of attack. What was happening?
Rumble!
The sea surface surged with huge waves as magnificent magic power erupted. So that was it—the Disaster Beasts' plan was to wait for the fleet's return before acting. This group was confident they could bury 600,000 elite troops.
Alarms monitoring spatial rifts echoed everywhere, abnormally piercing, with targets located in the Arctic Ocean's core. This ti the main passage would produce large numbers of enemies.
Josh had no ti for docking procedures and quickly jumped ship with her companions to reach shore.
The next mont she witnessed an unforgettable sight: an Abyssal White Whale, five tis larger than ordinary breeds, leaped from the ocean. Its form blocked out the sky and shook the ten-thousand-year glacier.
Using terrain!
The mont the direct vanguard-level Abyssal White Whale appeared, Josh knew trouble—this was bad. Massive fortifications had to be built relying on frozen soil and ice fields, but now it used its body comparable to an ocean container cargo ship to violently strike the ice field. The shock waves instantly overturned the surroundings.
Icebreakers, warships, and transport ships staying at port imdiately sank, even blocking the insufficiently deep harbor. One round declared the joint forces under blockade.
Elite troops weren't pushovers—simultaneously artillery poured onto the huge body, splattering blood.
They frantically bombed Disaster Beasts charging ashore as if uncaring about the blockade situation. Both sides refused to yield, neither gaining advantage. The attackers were the era's catastrophe; the defenders were the world's military elite.
Commander-in-Chief General Matt's orders spread with the wind and snow:
"War has begun. Everyone perform your duty—we stake everything here. History witnesses humanity's courage at this mont. Our blood will lt this ice field."
Philona carried Walpole toward the field hospital—she was needed there more now to ensure reduced casualties.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
The sound of crossfire outside the dock gave Josh a familiar feeling, as if returning to the Pacific War Zone—no difference, everything was just right. She removed and folded her military coat, her gaze resolute. But as patrol ship leader, she had one more order to convey.
"Theoretically we're in free combat, specifically dealing with high-tier Disaster Beasts, but first let's warm up. Nobody wants to be idle, right?"
"I've died once already," Gallup laughed loudly. "No big deal—today I'll just fight again. Always fighting magical girls, I'm becoming known as a civil war expert—that won't do."
"I'm used to it," Pasha said indifferently.
Their group quickly left the dock. The sea surface was covered with overwhelming Disaster Beast colonies.
So-called catastrophes never relied solely on a few powerful individuals—their true terror lay in multi-wave, wide-range, high-intensity attacks that swept every piece of land without blind spots.
Generally speaking, catastrophes didn't refer to one event but a period of ti. For example, currently the entire Planet Gaia experienced Disaster Beast crises, with news constantly reporting Aricas, Europe, Asia, even Antarctica suffering infection—no pure land existed. Even so, this wasn't the worst, because more terrifying were direct vanguard Disaster Beasts erging after main spatial rift passages opened.
As large-scale core forces, they were very frightening—possessing certain intelligence, tenacious vitality, skilled in battle and unstoppable.
Joint forces brought out all elites without showing weakness. Both sides represented peak group combat with no compromise—only artillery expressing everything.
Gurgle—
Seawater boiled continuously, heat striking Josh's group's faces.
Quick-eyed Gallup released poisonous fog into the sea. Within several breaths, Disaster Beasts floated to the surface—these guys had nearly opened passages at the dock!
Pasha warned: "According to my research, once high-tier Disaster Beasts' main passage-level spatial rifts open, small rifts definitely accompany the periphery. Pure strategic depth defense ans little—everywhere becos front lines. But don't worry, there are certain patterns. I gave intelligence to headquarters."
At this ti a special squad arrived. They were obviously responsible for handling Disaster Beasts attempting surprise attacks. Seeing Gallup resolve it, they imdiately thanked him.
Unfortunately, they had no ti for pleasantries.
The next mont a huge head rose from the sea, like an octopus head but almost no lower body—completely uncoordinated. However, when it appeared, abnormally intense magic power release swept over. The first defense line's high walls were forcibly pressed into the ground with countless casualties.
Substantial pressure was a high-tier Disaster Beast's hallmark. Undoubtedly Brain Devourer had appeared—an existence capable of single-handedly destroying a dium nation's military pressed down.
Joint forces naturally wanted to launch decapitation operations, but it was protected by layers of large direct Disaster Beasts.
Boom!
Suddenly a snow-white nun-robed figure descended from the sky. Golden light and runic symbols surrounded her, with sacred songs echoing in the air—all magic-imbued inscriptions. Though Josh didn't understand archaeology well, as a general she knew so situation. Those texts included but weren't limited to strength, toughness, recovery, speed, etc. Plus Faceless One fully releasing bodily restrictions, that body was enhanced to unthinkable levels.
Ancient sacred song chanting represented blessings. After the blessing ended, Pasha's duplicate... no, that was the main body!
"You guessed wrong, General Josh."
Nearby several Pasha bodies gradually lted as they said faintly: "Actually I never had main consciousness—long eroded by Knowledge Poison. Only sacred songs can anchor my true self. The so-called main body concept exists only during blessing periods. I allocated all ntal power to 9th main body. See you later."
Thud! Simultaneously the snow-white nun waved to tear apart an Abyssal White Whale, charging forward toward the Boss Disaster Beast. Both sides' qi clashed, neither yielding.
Really good at hiding.
Only now did Josh realize legendary Pasha's second relic was never registered, so specific chanisms were completely unknown. Only now was she willing to reveal it, but blocking a high-tier Disaster Beast alone was still extrely difficult.
She wouldn't let comrades face sharing alone, imdiately leaping into the Disaster Beast swarm to intercept those trying to return for defense.
"Your level can speak, right? Let also hear your screams' performance."
"Killing the current you is simple."
As soon as it finished, invisible telekinesis forcibly turned the nun's neck 180 degrees, then the next mont she directly recovered, completely unhard, montum undiminished.
The huge head opened eyes showing puzzlent. After careful observation, it suddenly understood—this person's body was full of energy spores. No wonder she sacrificed all duplicates, because she activated abilities arranged with that doctor, letting duplicates beco nutrients continuously supplying herself.
Pasha's goal was blocking Brain Devourer to create opportunities for retreat to the second line. This period was extrely dangerous—they had to hold.
She simultaneously used Faceless One, Life Spores, and Sacred Song Blessing—three relics. Knowledge Poison nearly tore her spirit apart, with crazy whispers filling her ears... how lodious.
"Familiar feeling's back." The next mont the snow-white nun slowly swung her fist.
Rumble!
Magic power release so fierce it simultaneously destroyed hundreds of Disaster Beast bodies from outside and inside. A blood shock wave path pierced straight at the big head but was blocked by invisible barriers. Between them, only one breath left no obstructors. Brief combat overwheld the entire field in silence—even many Disaster Beasts were blown away by this montum. Glaciers collapsed, oceans raged, wind and snow couldn't stop their mutual killing intent.
"I won't waste effort with you, human, because catastrophe has arrived." The huge eyes looked up as colorful light pierced the polar night.
Brain Devourer slightly moved its massive head, revealing a spatial rift beneath, obviously so large yet hidden long by ice, snow, and corpses.
No wonder it stayed motionless on the intense battlefield—all to open the path for the commander.
"All forces prepare for impact!"
The Catastrophic Disaster Beast's main body hadn't actually appeared, but that signature power was absolutely real. Joint military high command all knew Prophecy Book intelligence—the existence that would inscribe great disaster in human history was about to erge.
Pasha, with senses dozens of tis more acute, chose not to continue fighting but protected nearby Josh, diving into the icy sea.
Wind speeds reaching 400 kiloters per hour accompanied brilliant light in arrival. Polar night decorated oil paintings, but those were predator colors.
Caras continuously broadcasting battlefield images finally glimpsed clarity after wind and snow: wind, only wind remained. Air seed to beco solid, impacting all things, carrying magic power's divine might destroying defensive walls, overturning bunker fortifications, sinking warships, forcibly plowing furrows in airport ground. Its force was unstoppable, invincible with no worthy opponents. Catastrophic Disaster Beast breath vented everywhere, mixed with roars.
I have co.
It disdained speaking, letting power tell everything.
Could no longer be called a storm, because magic power made its strikes tend toward substantialization—more like a tide. In such tides, even Brain Devourer had to curl up.
High-tier Disaster Beast flesh compared to permanent shelter fortifications. Even so, it dared not be careless, awkwardly curling into a ball.
A full 600,000 troops could barely raise their heads, but artillery still prevented ordinary Disaster Beasts from approaching. Killing continued until black substances filled the air, causing artillery aid at Disaster Beast colonies to detonate mid-flight. So substance actually contained magic power tides that could halt ammunition capable of depleting an army in minutes.
"Useless things." Stronger will accompanied a massive form.
Black Tide ca through the rift!
Everyone who participated in the last catastrophic battle felt heart-shocked, seeing that three-eyed cat demon had grown two tails, robust build, and was significantly larger.
Twenty years ago, already one of direct vanguard Disaster Beast commanders, it survived the African War Zone, killed 4 Holy Relics and caused over ten thousand casualties. Now it was more formidable, this deploynt heavy with revenge.
Gallup's eyes t it for an instant before using all magic power to tallize. Almost simultaneously his body flew backward.
Clang!
Air rang with huge sounds—clearly Black Tide's claw swatted him away like a cannonball, piercing two bunkers and dragging deep furrows. One strike's might caused top-tier Holy Relic defense to collapse. But the next mont Gallup stood again, firmly blocking the path to the second defense line. Now his entire body was thoroughly tallized from inside out, breath surging continuously, resonating with shelter bases ten kiloters away.
When relic main bodies were stored nearby, liberation could be perford. Now facing high-tier Disaster Beast elites, he unhesitatingly opened desperate mode—otherwise he'd definitely be devoured.
Black Tide continued stepping forward as blood-colored and golden light rose behind it then imdiately dissipated.
Though Josh and Pasha launched surprise attacks, nearby Brain Devourer wouldn't just wait for them to succeed. No longer guarding spatial rifts, it easily suppressed two top-tier Holy Relics. The situation was precarious.
Brilliant spatial rifts in the icy sea hadn't yet disappeared.
Everyone knew Catastrophic Disaster Beasts would erge from that huge scar in the sky but were powerless to stop it. The death countdown approached step by step.
Two high-tier Disaster Beasts even had leisure while fighting to command direct vanguard boss-levels to swarm and hunt other Holy Relics. They coordinated thodically and closely.
Called "direct" because they once bathed in catastrophic blood, with comprehensive abilities far exceeding similar types.
Large types handled assault breakthroughs, flying Disaster Beasts handled ground suppression, remaining vast numbers of ordinary breeds followed for cleanup. Stepping over steel and concrete ruins, blood frozen by frost, feeling neither living warmth nor death's touch.
Boom!
The rear field hospital suffered an attack!
Philona witnessed Red Rhino's projected high-temperature volcanic rock collapse the ceiling. Rapid temperature changes finally made fortifications unable to withstand.
She quickly ordered dical soldiers: "Quickly transfer all seriously wounded. Others with light wounds who can move, go further back. Everyone be careful—I'll go out first to check the situation."
Philona leaped up through the ceiling gap, grabbed a flying Disaster Beast, and punched its head to pieces.
The sudden attack made sky-covering flying Disaster Beasts scatter. At this mont the entire battlefield was revealed: the biggest commotion was the artillery position-centered long-range firepower zone. Just recoil alone shook glaciers as tens of thousands of ammunition broke through the sky into enemy formations. Bloody and chaotic, sweeping everywhere—one artillery barrage comparable to an entire campaign's total, with gunpowder scent too thick to dissolve. As far as visible, explosion after explosion, then Disaster Beast armies marched through, even devouring companion corpses to advance further, their aura only increasing.
Boss Disaster Beasts completely liberated their bloodthirsty nature, mutually devouring in snowball combat thods to consu joint forces.
Correspondingly, the middle battlefield beca a fallen zone with close combat evolving into street fighting—naly the main fortifications where Philona was located. The fighting had reached here.
The front battlefield was filled with pressure that flesh and blood couldn't interfere with. Only Holy Relics had fighting power—currently about 15 people invested, but still no match for high-tier Disaster Beasts, or rather they had to be careful just dealing with direct-level bosses.
Truly desperate.
Philona felt pessimistic emotions perating the battlefield.
She heard war correspondents shouting: "We can't hold the second defense line," "Large numbers of soldiers frozen stiff at posts," "Human history never experienced such harsh combat environnts," "Even wanting to retreat, legs buried by ice and snow." She wanted to refute but facts were thus—probably the whole world determined failure...
Swoosh!
Suddenly 12 teors sped toward distant Catastrophic Disaster Beast spatial rifts—clearly intercontinental ballistic missiles.
Philona cursed: "Too early—those guys are crazy."
Fate relics would indeed guide results of nuclear bomb interception of Aurora, but too impatient. Before she could think clearly, distant mushroom clouds expanded. Though small-yield tactical nuclear bombs, the commotion was exactly right with shock waves dissipating, glaciers below forcibly vaporized and evaporated. However, after explosions, a brilliant figure still squeezed through the passage, its angry voice seemingly declaring to the world: exterminate you all.
This action caused the Catastrophic Disaster Beast to bleed like rainfall. Ground Disaster Beasts cheered joyfully—the commander was finally wounded but still not easily dealt with.
Death arrived on schedule—
Just as Philona despaired, she suddenly saw an island phantom appear on the horizon, directly colliding with Aurora—going forward without retreat, preferring jade fragnts to intact tiles. This strike was earth-shaking!
At Hermit Island's edge, Hibiscus gripped the control core tightly and waved forcefully. The entire alternate space had intimate contact with the Catastrophic Disaster Beast.
History's greatest "traffic accident" erupted!
Her other hand grabbed Jin Ruochu, who was holding a vomit bag, dizzy and disoriented. Upon impact, Hibiscus understood Fortune and Misfortune's timing was quite good. Joint military high command, unable to sit still, actively responded to Oracle Book content, actually causing so damage to Aurora. High-tier Disaster Beasts eagerly competed for blood evolution, leaving openings for magical girls.
Fate always emphasized relativity—inevitably making other Disaster Beasts harder to deal with, but this counted as battlefield trade-offs.
Thud!
Hermit Island's successful collision was because spatial rift periphery was actually stable for their side. Though different coordinates, complete connection was possible. Massive mass struck Aurora's forehead—even Catastrophic Disaster Beasts couldn't help but feel pain. Shock waves tore through polar night, sky-edge firelight like daylight. At this mont Hibiscus and Aurora's roars spread everywhere, both sides' pressure clashing without reservation.
The entire Arctic battlefield and people worldwide realized both had high fighting spirit, threatening only each other. More importantly, one thing was confird:
The Salvation Church officially entered the war.
"Making look up to a ti magic user? What great audacity."
Hibiscus laughed loudly: "Co—if you want to fight, then fight—"
Domineering will with even more domineering power actually pushed the entire island back. At this mont the Catastrophic Disaster Beast completely passed through spatial rifts, spreading wings to circle in flowing brilliance. Arctic wind stopped, snow ceased, all phenona clear—precisely aning it withdrew natural influence to begin accumulating power.
Ridiculously strong! All magical girls' minds flashed with fear—what monster could still be unstoppable after nuclear bombing and island collision?
Indeed, as Senior Hyacinth said, all non-magic mysterious forces were weakened or absorbed. Top-tier Disaster Beasts possessed such talent, almost rejecting conventional ans, so weapons at most served delaying purposes.
Aurora lightly flapped wings, actually pushing Hermit Island back, forcibly ramming through with its head like an eagle hunting.
Exaggerated enough!
This generation's Catastrophic Disaster Beast was obviously stronger than last ti. Similarly, direct vanguards' levels also rose greatly—couldn't use unified standards to asure the sa types. At this mont its performance still made joint forces anxious. Even magical girls entering the battlefield didn't change the disparity.
Arctic skies actually presented magnificent giant birds supporting island phantoms.
Magnificent, epic, gorgeous—these words echoed in minds yet were denied, because none could describe this mont, like polar cold wind's desolation before the end.
Holy Relic battlefields remained unaffected. Philona, rushing from rear to front lines, quickly provided aid. On the other side, Black Tide actively retreated, madly absorbing Catastrophic Disaster Beast blood. As a result, Josh, Pasha, Gallup, and nurous colleagues had leisure to focus fire on Brain Devourer. It cursed teammates while eting attacks with magnificent telekinesis. Adding vanguards and bosses' coordination, it still fell to disadvantage with both sides in stalemate.
Regardless, deadly nuclear radiation and black dust slowly fell. Joint forces had to continue retreating to avoid involvent.
Could only first clear space for them.
Magical girls on Hermit Island felt pressure approaching. Beyond clouds was a massive, boundless wing—the other's power seed to tear the earth.
Angry Aurora constantly muttered "devour you all," "kill all," "you're dead"—these whispers shook hearts. Only Hibiscus activated hair ornant protection, standing firm. Led by her, at least Triple Awakening "combat groups" still held back until Anri Sakagami's spatial magic erected defenses.
The mont had co!
Jin Yulu imdiately shouted: "Non-combat personnel stay on island, control coordinates as planned."
"Remaining combat groups, follow and jump—"
Before finishing, all mbers including Hibiscus and Nan Zhiyi leaped into the air, not even using transformation to waste magic power, relying purely on free fall from a kiloter altitude.
Hermit Island behind quickly disappeared from view, taking support groups away from this space coordinate. Both sides officially split into two routes.
Aurora understood the other gave a choice question: chase the stronger or chase the more? How could it be the latter! Such low-grade goods would lower its status if devoured—only powerful magical girls would embellish Disaster Beasts.
With this thought, it turned toward Hibiscus's group in mid-air, magic power locking for a lethal strike.
Domain Closure!
Ti Acceleration!
Hibiscus activated magic to triple companions' movent rates while incoming Aurora slowed for an instant.
Nan Zhiyi ford hand seals at full power. Small Universe magic responded to the user's surging fighting spirit, cooperating with Sands of Ti's relative flow speed to deploy maximum diater within one hundredth second, allowing domain movent. The next mont all combat group mbers appeared 500 ters away as brilliant magic power capable of vaporizing glaciers swept through the air.
Feeling fierce wind and murderous aura, they had lingering fears.
Aurora, failing to hit, wasn't disappointed but laughed. What use was speed? Flying Disaster Beasts were often faster—next mont, eliminate all magical girls. You're all dead.
I will encounter interception—
Suddenly strange thoughts flashed through its mind, making even the Catastrophic Disaster Beast stiffen. What could block itself? Planet Gaia shouldn't exist such. Wait, this fate magic fluctuation was the most disgusting rule relic—had Black Tide not completely disrupted effects or had other sches?
Aurora felt sothing wrong, but on rapidly changing battlefields, one mont's distraction could decide victory or defeat. New passages actually opened around.
It wanted to stop imdiately but missed the best timing. The next mont white-hot light penetrated through, spanning the sky to tear magic barriers. The entire battlefield witnessed another massive aura intervening, seemingly transmitted here by previous Hermit Island's spatial fluctuations. Both sides' auras were surprisingly evenly matched. From rifts erged about ten petite figures with dragonfly-like wings and pointed ears.
Previous era legendary fairies actually existed and openly intervened in this battle.
Aurora looked at two familiar faces leading them, gritting teeth: "Vilena, Julius—"
Whoosh!
Both sides unanimously left the Arctic Ocean battlefield, heading south at missile-like speeds, disappearing at the horizon within breaths, straight toward central Eurasia—after all, neither wanted to cause friendly casualties.
Before parting, fairies left a ntal ssage: "Thank you for your dedication. Please rest assured about the catastrophic battlefield—we'll definitely hold Aurora. Let us fight side by side."
They especially gave Hibiscus an acknowledging gaze before leaving.
Erald Court's fairy knights resud World Tree Realm battles with Catastrophic Disaster Beasts. So far this both conford to fate relic constraints and Hibiscus's plans. Thanks to enduring Knowledge Poison to obtain netizen intelligence, but she knew this war's most difficult part for herself was just beginning.
The huge cat demon stepped on ice, saying faintly: "You know my secret?"
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