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Alfred looked at Ian who was suspended in the air and was full of light arrows, and clenched his hands hard.

His staff shattered inch by inch, and with a bang, it turned into debris all over the sky.

And the light arrows inserted into Yan's body also exploded at the same time.

There was no sound, let alone shock waves.

Mitsuya's explosion was completely silent.

But the destructive power of each root is enough to evaporate a building the size of a football field.

And thousands of roots are superimposed together.

Even if the other party is a god, he still has to pay the price!

The explosion of Mitsuya was completed in an instant.

The splendor is only for a moment.

Moments later, dots of light fell from the sky.

There is nothing on the altar.

"Success...is it successful?"

said a magician.

Everyone looked around.

As far as the eyes could see, Ian's shadow was no longer visible.

"Success! We succeeded!"

Another magician yelled out.

Yarn ascended the gods, when they were entrusted with this task, they already had the will to die.

After all, not everyone is like Zhang Jue, who puts killing gods on his lips all day long, as easy as eating and drinking.

Ever since they came to Alcada City, they never thought that the mission would be so smooth.

Along the way, they didn't encounter any decent resistance, and they easily approached Yan's real body.

And Yaen, because of his weakness, did not fight back—not even run away.

Everyone is a little unbelievable.

After a while, everyone hugged each other and wept with joy.

When a person regards death as home, he probably doesn't think so much.

However, once there is hope of life, all emotions are released.

Even Alfred was relieved.

His mind suddenly relaxed, and he slumped on the ground all of a sudden, feeling tightness in his chest, and vomited a big mouthful of blood.

"teacher!"

"headmaster!"

Several young magicians noticed his abnormality and immediately ran over to help him up.

Alfred waved his hand, signaling them not to worry.

He devoted all his cultivation to this forbidden curse.

At this moment, the magic power in his body was almost completely empty.

The functions of the body are not maintained by magic power, and backlash occurs instantly.

Even if he doesn't die now, probably, he doesn't have a few years to live.

But it doesn't matter, he thinks it's worth it to be able to contribute to mankind at the end of his life.

So he smiled at the disciples and grandchildren beside him, and was about to speak.

in the sky.

A slightly mocking voice sounded.

"Why, the so-called magister only has this strength?"

Hearing the sound, everyone raised their heads in horror.

I saw Yan suspended in the air, looking at them from a high position.

It's like watching a group of ants.

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Chapter 269 Who Are You

If one word is used to describe the mood of these magicians, it must be despair.

They went through untold hardships to come to the city of Alcada and find Ion.

The forbidden spell that Alfred launched at the cost of burning his own life failed to destroy him.

Couldn't even hurt him an iota.

At this moment, Yaen stood high in the air, looking at them like ants.

At this time, Yan has recovered his state.

A full-blown Ion, who can match?

And their teacher, Alfred, was already extremely weak, and it was impossible for him to activate the forbidden spell a second time.

"Why, the so-called magister only has this strength?"

said Ian.

In fact, until Yan appeared again, Alfred had already realized the problem.

If what Ion said earlier was true, his teacher Meredith was devoured by him.

So it is enough to show that Yaen already had the strength to kill a magister decades ago.

What's more, he is now a god.

After Yan regained his strength, the entire city of Alcada was once again shrouded in scarlet mist.

Even worse than when he first became a god.

He was high above the sky, and although he was surrounded by mist, his figure appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing Lord Yaen resurrected, the few remaining believers all knelt down on the ground and chanted his name.

No one saw, Yan frowned slightly.

Because he sensed that two of his four saints - Nadox and Xan, their auras had disappeared.

They are dead.

But Yaen's surprise was only for a moment, and now he doesn't care about such trivial matters.

He looked at the magicians below, and said slowly: "Alfred, do you have any last words?"

Ion's voice sounded, and the entire city of Alcada could hear it.

At this point, Alfred knew, the mission had failed.

But he has no regrets.

If even the most powerful forbidden spell he could cast failed to kill Ian, then even if he was given a few more chances, the result would not change in any way.

There is a saying in the East, which is to obey the destiny with all human affairs. Since the destiny cannot be violated, then he really has nothing to say.

Alfred was very pleased to see his disciples and grandchildren surrounded him, facing Yan with no fear, and seeing death as home.

He coughed a few times and smiled for the first time that night.

"Yan, you can kill me or them, but I can tell you that it's useless. No matter how many people you kill, you still cannot avoid the fate of being wiped out. Human beings are ultimately invincible."

Alfred spoke impassionedly, but after ascending to the gods, Yan's disposition has also undergone great changes, and it is impossible to be shaken by Alfred's few words.

He just finds it funny.

Human beings are tiny creatures with such fragile lives, but they have ruled the earth for so many years.

"Okay, then you will disappear with your wish."

After Yan finished speaking, he waved his hand casually, bringing up a cloud of wind and sand.

The grit in the air galloped towards Alfred and the group of magicians at an extremely fast speed, like a shotgun.

Not surprisingly, in the next second, these magicians who have been hollowed out will die with blood holes all over their bodies.

And at this second, a sudden change occurred.

A figure flashed by at an extremely fast speed, and Alfred and his disciples disappeared in an instant.

As the god of flesh and blood, Ion is already an invincible existence.

He is very confident. At this moment, there is no one in Alcada City who can compete with him.

Not to mention killing him, there is no one who can hurt him.

All creatures are like pigs and dogs in his eyes.

So even if Alfred and the others suddenly disappeared, his expression did not change at all.

"A different space?"

Yann guessed the reason immediately.

Because he could no longer perceive the existence of Alfred.

A young man with black hair and black pupils appeared in Yan's vision.

"Student Yan, how are you?"

he said with a smile.

The moment he saw Zhang Jue, Yann was slightly surprised.

As a newly promoted god, he could perceive that the aura emanating from this person was fundamentally different from the humans on this planet.

Yan frowned, and an ethereal voice sounded from the sky: "Who... are you?"

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The joint command of the GOC and the SCP Foundation, Angelo and the head of the GOC, General Kasha, stand in front of a large screen.

After emergency special treatment, the satellite was able to penetrate the red fog and see the situation inside the city of Alcada.

They watched Alfred cast the curse with great anticipation, and then watched Ion come back to life again.

At this moment, their moods are as bad as they are.

They never thought that four nuclear bombs, plus a forbidden spell, could not destroy Yaen.

This means that the cards in the hands of the foundation and the GOC have all been played - at least the operation planned by the two of them has failed.

Ion is resurrected, and Alfred may be killed at any time.

But this is no longer their focus.

Yan's strength is far beyond their expectations, and has become a serious problem for human beings.

They have to think about how to explain this matter to their respective organizations.

In contrast, the death of Alfred and other magicians seems to be a foregone conclusion, and there is no need to say anything.

They don't want to save them, and they can't save them.

Both of them had cold faces and were about to leave.

But he was stopped by the staff on the side.

"Lord Angelo, General Kasha, look quickly—"

Kasha turned his head and saw a young man with black hair and black pupils suddenly appeared on the screen, wearing the uniform of the SCP Foundation.