Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Throughout its centuries of history, Rexton has been affected by natural earthquakes only a handful of times.

Recent kings have not specifically formulated disaster prevention regulations or laws, nor have they established relevant organizations to conduct disaster prevention education and publicity, because they believe that omnipotent magic will protect everything.

So when the peaceful earth suddenly begins to tremble, panic spreads like poison gas, dark and damp.

A powerful shockwave spread rapidly from the temple.

The tall building began to tilt, and heavy objects fell erratically. People screamed and had to stop what they were doing and scatter to avoid the falling debris.

At this moment, people do not know that this is not an ordinary earthquake, but a deadly blow filled with the wrath of a high-level being, condensed with primal natural power and extremely pure witch power.

"Patrolman! Take me to a safe place!"

"Step aside!"

"I was here first! I am a nobleman!"

"Ha, I am an earl, I advise you to think carefully!"

In the chaos, civilians were pushed down and pushed to the edge of the cracks. Some were even buried under the rubble before they could even call for help.

Several unassuming individuals were also involved in the rescue efforts alongside the patrolmen.

Their figures moved like ghosts, deftly leading the trapped to safety, their eyes coldly watching the direction the nobles had gone.

If a student from the Royal Academy who happens to be on vacation happens to pass by, he will be surprised to find that the student council president, who always squints and whose emotions are unreadable, has actually skipped class!

Inside the temple, the priests were overwhelmed by the sudden attack.

"What...what kind of power is this?!"

"It actually evaded the detection magic and attacked directly through tens of thousands of meters of space?"

"Hold on, their attack won't last long!"

The scenes inside and outside the restricted area are completely different.

Those on the outside only see the ground cracking and collapsing, but those on the inside are experiencing a miracle.

The once clear, cloudless sky was now covered by a thick shadow, with light-colored streaks, like lightning, spreading as the shadow extended.

A deafening roar filled my ears; it was impossible to tell whether it was the howling of some indescribable thing in the shadows or the lamentation of the earth.

Immediately afterwards, something resembling feathers but with a simpler shape, pitch black, fell down, densely packed, almost filling the entire field of vision.

They changed their trajectories at a speed visible to the naked eye, combining into countless chains in mid-air, disappearing neatly in an instant, and then reappearing in front of them just moments later, right up close, exuding a strong sense of oppression, as if they were being stared at by a higher being.

No, those weren't chains.

Hovering in the air, meandering across the ground, growing continuously, rapidly encroaching on space...

Is it a part of a plant?

But how could such a plant exist in the world?

Enormous and possessing an inexplicable aura... Even a True Spirit skilled in wood-attribute magic couldn't summon a familiar of this caliber!

Click, click—!

An invisible force touched the outermost defensive barrier and shattered it with ease.

The fragments transformed into magical energy and scattered, suddenly bursting into flames, revealing a ghostly green color.

Before they could react, an invisible force collided with the barrier enhanced by Andasco's perilous situation and divine power.

To their surprise, this force was able to contend with them and even seemed to be gaining momentum.

Boom boom...

The sound grew louder and louder, the powerful sound pressure crushing against the fragile eardrums, causing the body to tremble.

In a relatively quiet corner where the atmosphere was less tense, High Priest Vesa stroked his white beard and calmly asked, "Has the Association and the Academy not yet responded?"

The young priest bowed and said, "I have replied."

The High Priestess of Vesalius looked at him and nodded slightly, signaling him to continue.

“Uh…” The young priest looked grim and hesitated before speaking, “Actually, it was the assistants of the headmaster, Mr. Priano, and the president, Ms. Yomu, who replied to me. Their answers were almost identical, both saying that the master is at a critical stage of breaking through his class and they cannot provide support.”

After saying this, he dared not look at the expression on the High Priestess of Vesalius's face and lowered his head deeply.

The High Priestess of Vesal said nothing, as if he had expected this situation.

A title above the True Spirit, an excuse that cannot be refuted.

Although Dordores Priano has close ties with the royal family, his identity and stance remain a mystery, so it's understandable that he hasn't spoken out at this time.

"And what about Juliana Yom?" High Priestess Vesa wondered. "Could it be related to her disciple, the Night Saint Griffith Grory?"

"High Priest, shouldn't we just ignore those two?"

“That child is nearing his limit; it’s time for him to rest.”

"Yes." The young priest paused, as if suddenly remembering something, "I wonder how those two got in."

High Priest Vesalius paused for a moment, his eyes filled with inquiry. "That's interesting."

The World Tree did not harm them; instead, it opened a passage to let them in.

What did they do, or what were they involved with?

Deep within the temple, at the core of the forbidden area.

"Young Master Arthur, are you alright?" A strange voice sounded in his ear. "Please hang in there a little longer."

The blond, blue-eyed boy blinked slowly, not responding to the sound, and lowered his head.

has it ended?

Has the attack by the unknown enemy ended?

No, it seems not.

The world before his eyes spun and turned upside down; the divine power was too overwhelming, and the dazzling holy light numbed his senses.

He could only vaguely glimpse a sliver of reality—the entire temple was already surrounded by that high-ranking being, and the priests, knights, and mages were like birds trapped in a cage, passively awaiting their demise.

The power of the creator god is not infinite.

The eleven-year-old boy's body could not maintain this power for long. Without actively building his spiritual world, he was also unable to accurately control the output of his power, which led to his unstable soul and his body being on the verge of collapse.

The heavy door was pushed open, and two figures rushed in. Ice-blue magic pushed aside the person dressed in the temple uniform, then transformed into a mesmerizing mist, gently supporting the boy's limp body.

"Isn't that enough, Your Excellency?" Floren said expressionlessly, a cold light flashing across his glasses. "I am here on the orders of the Marquis of Mackintosh, the head of the family, to take Arthas Mackintosh back."

"Arthurs!"

The connection between twins begins with blood ties and is even stronger than that.

Euphemia disregarded her noble demeanor and practically ran to Asus's side, her face full of worry.

"So hot..." The moment she touched the boy's body, a wave of heat hit her. The burning sensation on his skin made her fingers recoil. She subconsciously used water magic, along with the ice mist created by Floren, to cool the boy down.

“This is a sign of magic going out of control,” Euphemia said, her voice filled with anger.

When have the Mackintosh family ever been treated like this? Like objects having their power extracted, trapped until their magic spirals out of control.

Has the temple been assimilated by the royal family?

Euphemia didn't have time to think. She put her arm around Asers' shoulder and supported his legs with her other hand, then picked him up.

At first glance, it appears to be done with a slender body, but it is actually guided by magic, which makes it seem somewhat strange.

Floren, walking behind Euphemia, suddenly stopped and turned to look at the young priest. "Are you going to stop us?"

The priest shook his head, handed over a small box, and said with a smile, "There is currently no good way to suppress the runaway magic. High Priest Vesa specifically instructed me to prepare a special potion when Prince Arthas leaves."

"Although it will take a long time to take effect, it will definitely work." He tried to put on a sincere expression, but in the eyes of the brother and sister, it only made him seem more hypocritical.

“We accept it.” The icy blue magic enveloped the small box and then guided it into Flöhn’s hand.

"Thank you, High Priest Vesalius... and the Temple."

The sound of hurried footsteps and cold voices echoed in the space. As the door slammed shut, the last trace of divine power was sucked into the vortex of power.

With the power supply interrupted, the existence of the restriction is entering its final countdown.