Why Did You Mess With Him? He’s the Evil God’s Lackey! Chapter 122

Chapter 122: I'm His Wife—Do You Have a Problem With That?

Weija looked at the breathtaking tableau before her, and let out a quiet sigh of wonder.

"I'm starting to look forward to what's going to appear here."

The next second, the Lava Arm behind Viktor seized the basket and hurled the entire group of Savage Beasts with Inheritance Temple qualifications onto the ground in front of them with brutal force.

A white Formation materialized across the ground, and several wisps of white feathers shot out from it, boring into the bodies of those Savage Beasts.

Under the magic, they were forcibly roused. They slowly opened their eyes, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

Despite having been knocked around quite badly, this group of Savage Beasts had not died.

Upon waking, they caught sight of that terrifying figure in front of them once more and let out a string of hoarse, guttural noises. They arranged themselves in a row and, even with their limbs broken, their bodies continued to go through the motions of begging for rcy.

They drove their heads into the frozen ground below, pounding out crater after crater in the ice, until streaks of blood ran down each forehead.

Viktor said nothing—after all, he had no way of communicating with these Savage Beasts.

The Lava Arm behind him shifted into the shape of a single pointing finger, and he directed it toward what lay behind those Savage Beasts.

They understood what Viktor ant. With great difficulty, they turned their heads and looked back.

As though drawn by so kind of summons, they suddenly froze where they were.

In that instant, the surging waves of the ocean before them seed to reverse direction.

Like the tremors of an earthquake, violent shuddering rolled across the frozen plain in waves.

The ground shook in rapid, dense pulses—as if it were on the verge of shattering apart.

Between the fracturing ice, a structure gradually rose from the surface of the sea, erging slowly from within the frozen ocean.

It resembled a great hall, rising with an incomprehensible magnitude—like a divine miracle made manifest.

At last, it revealed its full form, as though it were about to blot out the sky entirely.

It was a Temple.

Wreathed in cloud-white, it emanated an ethereal quality—wondrous beyond all description.

The next second, the wind gathered in an instant and tore across the cliff's edge with trendous force, sending ice crystals and white snow spiraling hundreds of ters into the air above the snowfield.

The ocean seed to tip and flood all at once, surging toward the Temple with a great whoosh-whoosh.

The Savage Beasts stared as though witnessing a divine miracle, pressing their heads to the ground and never daring to lift them again.

Viktor looked on at the miracle that had appeared from thin air before him, his expression unmoved.

The Wind Temple.

Situated at the northernmost point of the extre north—the Extre Northern Ice Plains—at the spot where the storm raged most ferociously.

Unrelenting wind and snow swept through here year after year, and the powerful hurricanes had given this place an exceptionally dense concentration of Wind-elent energy.

And yet, the divine power granted by a Wind Temple to a Temple Qualifier manifested as immunity to Fire-attribute damage.

Similarly, an Earth Temple would grant its Qualifier divine power manifesting as Wood-attribute immunity.

Wind feeds fire; earth nurtures wood.

The Temple seed to sense the arrival of those Qualifiers and slowly swung its great doors open, welcoming them inside.

A fierce storm surge swept outward in an instant, splitting even the ice plain underfoot with a terrifyingly jagged crack.

But the Qualifiers were no longer capable of moving their bodies.

Viktor walked unhurriedly toward the Temple, and before long, he was standing at its entrance.

A dense hurricane instantly coiled around Viktor, blocking his advance.

Viktor rely cast a cold, sideways glance at the doors, and his coat flashed.

The patterns on his coat gradually brightened. Behind those 2 erging colors, 2 distinct colossal beasts seed to take shape—energy pouring forth and enveloping the Temple entirely.

A powerful aura erupted from Viktor's body. Rich Natural energy overflowed from within him, and the savage hurricane was completely unable to scatter it.

The repelling force halted abruptly, and then fell silent.

"Ridiculous."

Viktor knew: the Temple's power was no longer blocking him.

A Calamity was a force far superior to an Inheritance Temple—because the abilities passed down through Inheritance Temples were derived from the Calamities themselves in the first place.

Viktor understood this well, and so…

A Calamity being turned away at an Inheritance Temple's door was like your own father showing up at your house and you refusing to let him in.

Viktor stepped into the Temple. Outside, the storm gradually settled.

Only those few Qualifiers remained behind, trembling in the storm—their final monts of life slowly slipping away in the cold and desolation, amid unending fear and bewildernt.

***

"Pallid Mage Society—everyone, assemble! Assemble!"

"All 4,382 personnel, fall in on the snowfield within 5 minutes!"

The Mage-soldiers passed the order down the line. Every Mage-soldier out on the snowfield mobilized at once, and the trampling of countless boots sent the thick snow piled on the ground flying several ters into the air.

The thunderous boom-boom-boom of footsteps instantly reverberated across the entire expanse of the open snowfield.

The animals burrowed beneath the snow, startled by the trendous shaking, fled scattering into the depths of the snowfield.

Those rugged n stripped off the animal hides on their bodies and changed back into their pristine white combat robes.

Gripping their Mage-soldier weapons, they stood arrayed across the snowfield—standing at strict attention, waiting for their General's command.

In under 5 minutes, every Mage-soldier and Mage had assembled.

Alia stood at Vladimir's side. She too had changed into a heavy white Mage's robe that concealed the scar across her abdon.

Every trace of the impatient air she'd worn before had been swept entirely away. Now, her expression was ice-cold.

Vladimir stood on the Pallid Mage Corps' snow platform, surveying every person present. His expression was deeply grave, and his eyes burned with intense expectation.

"Warriors of the Pallid Mage Corps—a great battle is upon us."

"We have been stationed here for more than 20 years, and today! Today we will finally bring a complete end to those cruel demons—those savage bastards!"

"The ti to fight back has co! We must seize this opportunity and drive those bastards out for good—drive them sowhere far beyond even the extre north!"

The several thousand Mage-soldiers and Mages instantly surged with spirit. The fists at their sides clenched tighter and tighter. So could not stop their bodies from trembling with excitent; every face was flushed red.

But quite a few among them still had their heads about them, and a note of confusion ran through the crowd.

Why, without a word of warning, was the Mage Society launching this war?

"Why are we suddenly going to war?"

"Have those Knights decided to cooperate with us?"

The Pallid Mage Society was itself a collective made up of Mage-soldiers and Mages mixed together in equal asure.

Against the physically formidable Savage Beasts, Mage-soldiers—who combined bodily strength with magic—did possess so degree of resistance.

But Mages were a different matter.

If the Northern Frontier Knights were present, they could use their superior equipnt and physical conditioning to et the enemy head-on.

The Knights would hold the front line against the Savage Beasts, with Mage-soldiers following closely behind, while the Mages were shielded within—safe to channel their magic freely, focusing entirely on unleashing devastating magical attacks against the Savage Beasts without pause.

But now…

Those Northern Frontier Knights had never had any intention of being of one heart with the Mage Society.

Vladimir narrowed his eyes and turned the question back on them.

"Just tell —do we fight or not?"

The several thousand mbers of the Pallid Mage Corps heard those words and imdiately jolted to attention, instinctively firing back their answer.

"Hell yes we fight! We absolutely fight!"

"The grudge between us and the Savage Beasts has been soaked in the blood of countless martyrs—20 years of hatred, and we've all had enough!"

"That's right! We've all had enough!"

So long as their commander gave the order, even if doubts lingered in their hearts, every single one of them would pour their full strength into the fight without hesitation.

With 20 years of camaraderie and a baptism of blood and sweat binding them together, they didn't waver for a second.

Vladimir looked out at them and burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha! Good!"

"This ti, all we need to do is push deep into the extre north—drive off those Savage Beasts and, at the sa ti, bring a warrior back ho with us."

"Of course, the surrounding settlents have already been swept clean. We don't need to worry about those bastards interfering with our advance."

Those words ignited the crowd's morale even further.

Vladimir surveyed his energized subordinates, his face filled with a proud smile.

He looked down at Erika beside him and said:

"Erika."

"It looks like your training will have to be put on hold for a few days."

"But as the saying goes—real combat is the best training there is."

Erika understood what Vladimir was getting at.

He was asking her whether she wanted to take part in this battle.

If she shrank back here, afraid of the danger to co, she was perfectly free to refuse.

But that would go against everything Erika had set out to do.

She had never forgotten her goal—the person she wanted to chase after.

If she didn't even dare to take part in a battle like this, what did she have to offer in pursuit of Viktor?

And deep inside, Erika had her suspicions.

That warrior who had pushed deep into the extre north and swept through countless Savage Beast settlents—

Could it be Professor Viktor?

She kept those uncertainties locked inside her heart, and so—Erika gave a nod.

Vladimir saw her response and was very pleased.

"Hahahahaha! Good! Though you don't need to be too afraid."

"Even if it does co to a real fight, it'll definitely be us Mage-soldiers taking the front line. You Mages just need to stay behind and cast a few support spells—that's more than enough."

"Alia."

He tossed out her na casually, and the frost-faced Mage beside him responded promptly.

"Let this young lady fall in under your Mage unit. I trust she won't need your looking after."

"Hmph—Mages aren't as fragile as you make us out to be."

She gave a cold snort and agreed.

With all of that settled, Vladimir turned his gaze back to the assembled mbers of the Mage Corps.

His eyes seed to blaze with a fierce, burning will to fight.

"Pallid Mage Society—full advance!"

"Destination: the extre north!"

In that instant, under Vladimir's declaration—

The shouts of every Mage-soldier rose in wave after wave, and even the mountains of packed snow hundreds of ters away seed to shudder and sway.

Amid the roar of voices, Dike hurried to the front of the formation.

"General! There's a Knight outside asking for you!"

"Oh?"

At a mont like this, there was actually a Knight coming to find him?

Vladimir raised an eyebrow with a look of curiosity—but before he could say a word—

A female Knight clad in heavy silver armor had already walked over from the side.

The plates of her armor clinked against each other with each step, ringing out with a clear clang-clang.

Erika looked toward her, her eyes going slightly wide.

But this female Knight seed to take no notice of her at all. She simply looked at Vladimir, her tone flat and even.

"General Lebedev, you intend to head into the extre north—correct?"

Vladimir was puzzled, and the Mage-soldiers of the Mage Society, seeing a Knight arrive, had already let a note of hostility creep into their voices.

"Heh—a Knight? Aren't they the type that just cowers inside that big fortress playing turtle? Can't even show their faces?"

"And a female Knight at that? Well I never—are you Northern Frontier Knights running low on n?"

Amid a barrage of jeering, the female Knight in front of them didn't let a single flicker of displeasure cross her face.

She simply continued to look at Vladimir with that sa composed expression, and said:

"I have a request—I hope to accompany you and travel to the extre north together."

"Oh-ho?"

Vladimir let out 2 interested chuckles. He waved a hand, signaling his Mage-soldiers to quiet down.

Once the crowd had fully settled, he looked back at Gwen and asked:

"Why? You'll need to give a reason."

"Otherwise—as you can see—my unit doesn't allow a Knight to join."

She didn't continue speaking. Instead, she reached to her waist and produced a sheet of golden parchnt.

The parchnt seed to carry a faint trace of Magic Power, and as though it were drawing near to sothing, it was flickering with a faint glow.

The paper felt slightly warm in her hand—warm enough that even the air around it had warped slightly from the heat.

Everyone present was either a Mage-soldier or a Mage; they could all perceive the residual Magic Power emanating from that parchnt.

This was without a doubt a magical tool crafted by an exceptionally powerful Mage.

Before Vladimir could even open his mouth to ask, the female Knight spoke, her expression unchanged.

"With this parchnt, I can pinpoint Viktor's exact location."

Pinpoint Viktor's exact location?

The mont those words landed, Vladimir's interest sharpened imdiately.

It was clear that this person's relationship with Viktor was anything but ordinary.

And so, Vladimir asked:

"Who are you?"

Gwen put the parchnt away and drew a slow, deep breath.

As though making so kind of decision—she finally parted her lips and spoke.

Her voice carried a tone that left no room for argunt.

"I am Gwen Delin."

"Viktor Clavena's Fiancée."