A foreigner's journey

In this world, the Pavilion of the Spiritual Tree.

The little witch Shirji absentmindedly wiped the oak round table, occasionally glancing at the back of Teacher Flora not far away.

At this time, Flora had completely returned to her youthful beauty. She was wearing a solemn wizard robe and holding a long staff inlaid with sapphire. She stood on the open-air balcony facing the breeze, her eyes closed and her head slightly raised. Seems to be listening to something.

The teacher has become so young and beautiful, just like a fairy in a fairy tale. I wonder if I can become a mature, beautiful and stable adult like the teacher in the future.

Shirji looked at Flora, who had adopted him and taught him to exist like his biological mother, with a blush on his face, and then touched his baby-fat face and ordinary chest in frustration.

Just when she was sighing secretly, she suddenly jumped up from the chair. The force was so strong that she couldn't even stand still. She staggered two steps before holding on to the round oak table to avoid falling to the ground.

In her spiritual vision perception, the overwhelming Netherworld energy was like a huge wave of angry sea, constantly impacting the narrow crack space where the Spirit Tree Pavilion was located. The elemental elves in the air fled in all directions, no matter how powerful or weak the Netherworld creatures were. They were all trembling and afraid to show up.

"Teacher! This, this is!" Shirji screamed.

Flora did not look back, but slowly opened her eyes, her eyes full of solemnity:

"That's right, it's [The Roar of the Great Netherworld]. Only when the 'big man' in the deepest part of the Netherworld dies will such horrific supernatural phenomena be triggered..."

"You mean, [Hand of God]?" Shirji has learned magic knowledge from Flora since he was a child. After Heather visited the Spirit Tree Pavilion, he was taught by Flora for several years about the deepest knowledge of the Netherworld. For The existence of [Hand of God] is naturally familiar to him.

Flora nodded, her tone mixed with caution, anxiety, and joy that her old friend was about to fulfill her long-cherished wish:

"They are fighting. Fighting for the future of this world, fighting to end the fate of mankind being manipulated by evil gods. And what we have to do is to ensure that the real world will not be affected by the aftermath of their battle and collapse."

As she spoke, she cast her gaze towards the entrance to the Netherworld in the distance, raised the long gemstone staff in her hand and slammed the tail of the staff onto the ground.

The huge and complicated magic circle instantly spread and expanded rapidly around the Spirit Tree Pavilion, covering the entire narrow crack space. The space that had begun to collapse due to the continuous erosion of the Great Nether World Roar was stabilized again. As an 'anchor', the Spiritual Tree Pavilion strives to reduce the impact of the Great Netherworld Roar on the real world.

Old friends, Mr. Heather and Miss Qishi, please completely defeat the hand of God and cut off the thread of cause and effect leading to the dark future!

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Clang! !

A series of sparks collided between the blade of the sword and the bat's wings. King Arthur's huge slash with the holy sword cut a deep scarlet canyon out of the flesh and blood earth behind Femont. Countless pieces of blood and flesh spewed out from the section into the rift. go.

Femont's bat wings are by no means as hard as steel, and even such a powerful slash failed to leave a trace on its bat wings.

He suddenly spread his bat wings and whipped the burly King Arthur away with his sword. Femont was like a dark evil eagle with huge wings spread out, gliding and swooping from the air towards King Arthur who had not yet landed below.

Before he could get closer, the long-handled battle ax and the two-handed ax swung hard at Femont from both sides, but they were blocked in front of Femont by an invisible force field. The powerful blows of Qing Kai and Qing Gahoris could even smash the thick city wall directly, but they could not break through the small barrier opened by Femont.

This is the most obvious power level gap, the vast difference between C level and A level.

Femont opened his five fingers and clenched them violently. Kai Qing and Gahoris Qing were instantly twisted into knots along with their armors, and blood spurted out from the cracks.

There was no mourning or anger for the death of his companions, and Lancelot's slash from behind was still calm and deadly. The sword blade hit Femont's back hard, and the sword immediately shattered, but the black carapace behind Femont showed no scars.

"I remember your arrogance, knight."

The corner of Femont's mouth curled up in a cruel arc, and he spread his fingers on his backhand. Lancelot was immediately imprisoned by the invisible force all over his body, and was pulled into the air in a large font:

"Unlike you at that time, I am very kind and can even provide you with a choice - do you want to be twisted into meatballs, or do you want to have your limbs and head ripped off?"

"Eagle, you are even more boring than you were three years ago."

There was no scolding or begging for mercy as expected. Lancelot's reaction was very dull, as if he was not the one who was about to die.

Femont frowned slightly, clenched his fingers and twisted Lancelot into an iron lump that kept bleeding outward.

These knights...don't they have any fear of death? Is there really such a loyal and brave knight in the world? No, I don't believe it.

Raising his head suddenly, Femont raised his bat wings in front of him, and then a torrent of slashes with a green glow fell from the sky and struck Femont's wings heavily. The stream of light spilled over and flowed on the dark surface of the bat wings, failing to cause any harm to Femont.

"You cannot harm the messenger of the will of the world."

Femont sneered and opened his fingers to King Arthur, then gradually closed them.

The armor on the surface of King Arthur's body suddenly made a creaking sound and sparks kept bursting out, and the holy sword in his hand kept showing cracks.

It's not that the [Knights of the Round Table] are not strong enough, but because the newborn Femont is at the peak of his strength, unlike the other four Hands of God who have been weakened due to the weakening of the God of the Abyss. In addition, among the [Knights of the Round Table], except for Galahad who mixed up a noble phantom shield in the Holy Grail World, the weapons of everyone else are fakes condensed with magic power. If they can be equipped with real weapons, then the strength of the [Knights of the Round Table] will never be comparable to what it is now.

But as of now, the mission of the [Knights of the Round Table] has been completed.

Just as Femont was about to clench his fingers completely, he suddenly raised his head alertly and looked into the distance. Another hand of God dies? Who is it, Ubik or Slan?

It is simply unbelievable that he died at the hands of two gods in succession during the celebration of his birth. Even Femont, who had abandoned his humanity, could not help frowning at this time.

He turned his head and prepared to completely crush the extremely powerful and difficult enemy in front of him, but found that the crystal light of thought energy emitting from King Arthur gradually dissipated, leaving only one sentence echoing in Femont's ears:

"Haha, your opponent will no longer be our Knights of the Round Table. Prepare to face the real terror."

Um? What's the meaning? Before Femont could react, he suddenly felt a sense of extreme panic in his mind, as if some [natural enemy] was approaching.

In the sky, Heather, who was covered in berserker armor, slowly flew down. Her scarlet eyes looked at Femont, and a joking voice came from behind the visor:

"Long time no see, Eagle."

"It's you……"

For the first time, Femont clenched his fists tightly and said word by word through his teeth:

"wizard!"