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"Didn't your boss say that you can't use force?" Mostima was just asking. After all, the fight had already begun, and Ika must have her reasons.

"Yes, we have to listen to the boss..." Ika really stopped, as if thinking carefully, "But we have to build good relationships with colleagues..."

"Then I'll 'invite' you back." Ika waved his hand again, the air vibrated, and several gaseous chains went straight to Mostima.

"Tsk." Mostima shrugged helplessly, and waved her staff with a flash of blue light, shattering the opponent's attack. She could feel that the opponent's attack had become lighter, and she had found it difficult to deal with it before.

But since they couldn't take her down before, what's the point of a weaker attack? Mostima was puzzled, but she knew that delay would lead to changes, so she raised the "White Key" and cast a spell to eject dozens of fireballs towards Ika, while she prepared to leave.

Although she did not use the power in the staff, if anyone underestimated these fireballs which were her basic skills, they would have to bear the consequences themselves.

After all, she is a sorcerer certified by the Pope's Office.

But the next moment she sensed danger. Her breathing suddenly stagnated without warning and Mostima almost fell. She quickly stabilized her center of gravity and when she looked back, her attack failed faster than she thought.

"Is that so?" Combining the signs of the previous fight, Mostima quickly understood what was going on, and suddenly felt it was getting tricky. In this situation, fire-type Originium skills were indeed at a disadvantage, and without giving her much buffer time, Ika's next attack came again.

This time Mostima acted quickly, defusing the attack with a few flashes of fire. The gusts of air from the attack blew away her hat, and her beautiful blue hair fluttered in the cold wind. Her mysterious blue eyes smiled, and a gleam of divine light flashed across them.

Ika left his original position in a hurry the next moment, but his laughter did not subside. Along with the laughter, there was also the sound of an instantaneous explosion of flames:

"Very good, very good. You didn't disappoint me at all, Miss Fallen Angel!"

The dangerous aura came crashing down, and the place where Mostima had been standing was cut by the high-frequency air blades. The large area around her where she might have been hiding was also attacked by the roaming invisible blades. For a moment, the snow mud was cut into a substance closer to dust and flew everywhere. In the scene, Ika's face finally darkened.

Because Mastema is gone!

At this moment, Miss Sakota shook her coat calmly, put away her staff and took out the map. Because the scepter and the director were entangled, she was a little confused for a moment. She tilted her head and thought about whether to return to Longmen according to the itinerary or go to Lateran to report to the Pope. After all, this riot was a bit unusual.

Or should she go back to Torbrand to help? But this might not be realistic, because the garrison would not let her in again, unless they solved the trouble, or they had no hope at all. And facing the impending natural disaster, if she really wanted to help, she should notify the nearest mobile city to prepare for post-disaster rescue. Yes, the paralyzed Torbrand could not avoid the impending snowstorm.

As for the battle with Ika, only a fool would engage in a meaningless battle. If she wanted to leave, Ika would not be able to stay at all. What was the point of fighting with her? She might as well think about how to write the report, which gave her a headache.

After all, the person who quietly helped the entire team write reports is no longer with them.

The communicator rang. It seemed that the interference field weakened at a certain distance away from Tobrand. She looked down and saw that it was her nominal supervisor.

"Well."

"Speak." The person on the other end of the communicator was brief and concise because the signal was still unstable.

"I'm injured. Can I leave a last message?" Mostima was thinking about something.

"...Do you think I'm blind? If you want to pretend to be good, you should fall to the ground and spit out blood, right?"

"Can you see it? Didn't I tell you to stay away?" Mostima shrugged. In fact, she really wanted to fall to the ground just now.

"I saw you were doing it with ease, so I came closer."

"So you didn't retreat very far at the beginning, right? And I wasn't very good at it either. The other party was very dangerous."

"It's useless if I can't keep you here. I can't let you take risks alone again."

"Ah." Mostima sighed softly, "Then come out. After we are done with our work, should we go back to the Lateran and report to the Pope?"

"I won't show up for now. As for whether to report it or not, I will contact the Pope's Office first. Let's contact the mobile city first."

"Huh? Why don't you come out?" Mostima was a little puzzled.

"Adapt. The direction you are facing now is the twelve o'clock direction. There are two groups of people at the seven and three o'clock directions. One group should be the Scepter and Suohe Rhine Life, and the other group is not so sure. It should be an armed team."

"Wow, so many people." Mostima was just a little surprised, thinking that this matter was not that simple.

"Let's leave this troubled place first - wait, there seems to be another Sarkaz. Strange, a Sarkaz actually appeared in this place. Should we take action?"

"...Forget it for now. We don't know the situation very well. You also know that this is not Lateran. There is no explicit rule that Sarkaz cannot set foot here...

"Besides, there are very few Sarkaz now, there is no need to continue hating them. I am not that kind of rigid angel, you know."

"It's up to you. The nearest mobile city is east of Tobrand. Let's go."

"Well, remember to write another report."

"Write it yourself." The other party hung up the phone immediately without being fooled.

Mostima smiled helplessly, then put on her hat and set off again. Before she had gone far, she could feel the approach of the natural disaster in the dark night, and her pupils shrank:

The natural disaster came early!

Just as she was about to use the power of the lock and key to leave, a light appeared. It was a strange light, because the substance was black! How could you see black light or substance in the night? ! But she did see it, and the power that soared into the sky crashed into the natural disaster.

She subconsciously wanted to cover her ears to prevent the horrible roar from hitting her eardrums, but strangely, there was no sound, and the howling sound of the blizzard also disappeared without a trace, as if it was seen through and offset by the substance from the very essence.

There are very few cases of natural disasters being contained in human history, not excluding some unofficial histories. Even so, they are all miracles that have attracted worldwide attention. Moreover, the natural disasters that have been contained are all below level one. Natural disasters above level one truly represent devastating disasters.

Natural disasters below level one, even the peak level two, cannot essentially destroy a mobile city. Even if it is only a part of it, it can only cause paralysis and large-scale damage to the mobile city. A level one natural disaster can completely destroy all traces of a city.

Of course, such natural disasters are extremely rare, and there are only a handful of level one natural disasters recorded in the history of natural disasters. This is why there are still large tracts of wasteland that have not been developed and occupied. Those areas are high-incidence areas for natural disasters, and mobile cities need accurate exploration by disaster messengers to sail through them.

And Mastema realized that she seemed to be witnessing another miracle.

Melting. The disaster that Tobrand had avoided was stopped by the unknown force and disappeared together. The scene that could not be described in words was illuminated by the lightning produced by the unknown principle. The sky and the earth were bright for a short time, and then everything returned to calm. A circle of air waves slowly spread out.