The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Sure enough, the next second, a huge amount of magic power accompanied by enormous pressure descended from the sky.

The dazzling golden light fell, and even across a distance of hundreds and thousands of meters, it did not reduce the magic power at all. The top of the entire exquisite and magnificent building turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

The golden sun-like figure in the air seemed to have completely lost its mind, and the magic power it unleashed was filled with the momentum of ruthless killing.

That force was not something the young people present could withstand. Even if the principal of the Imperial Magic Academy, Lavie, was there in person, he could not withstand the blow intact.

However, just after the blow landed, the figure suddenly seemed to remember something and his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly caught up and stretched out his hand to try to save the situation.

He seemed to finally remember that the person he wanted to find was still among them.

But it's too late.

The attack launched in anger was so fast and so powerful that it crushed the palace in a breath and was about to fall on everyone's heads.

The dazzling light, like the rising sun, illuminated the faces of everyone standing among the collapsed ruins.

Among all the people, Cyrus could see the sleeping boy at a glance.

He was curled up in the arms of his companions, his pale and peaceful face was like the white snow covering the dark earth, fragile and beautiful, and he was really about to melt in the sunlight.

Cyrus stretched out his hand in despair, his heart instantly filled with boundless regret.

What on earth is he doing?

Why did he make irreparable mistakes again and again?

But everyone's death seemed inevitable and no one could save them.

Above the ground, amidst the ruins, a light imbued with the meaning of death and annihilation continuously descended. Everyone else's faces were pale with fear, but only the tall figure holding the young man suddenly raised his head.

Through the cold air and the magical light, he and Cyrus looked at each other from a distance.

He suddenly opened his mouth, with a cold smile on his lips, and spoke silently.

"In the past, present and future, he never belongs to you."

From the movement of his open lips, Cyrus clearly made out his words, while also taking in the young man's obvious contempt in his eyes and expression.

But before Cyrus could feel angry, he saw the red-haired young man lower his head and gently stroke the face of the boy in his arms, as if he was staring at the treasure that he was going to protect with all his strength.

Then, he suddenly raised his head and roared towards the sky. In an instant, a red pillar of shining light shot up from the ground beneath his feet and shot up into the sky.

What a dazzling and beautiful light it was, like a magnificent treasure hidden deep underground for thousands of years, or like a heart burned crystal clear by the flames after waiting alone in a lonely corner for a long time with great effort.

The blood in his body was burning violently along with the flames. Amidst the terrifying sound like thunder, a huge body tore through the air and suddenly descended.

The moment it appeared, huge flames emerged from its body, tearing apart and burning all the magic power that approached.

Devour, devour, devour—

Like a terrifying and greedy mouth, countless flames gathered into a howling storm that rushed up and collided violently with the golden light descending from the sky.

Although the attack was clearly of a much higher magic level, it was stopped by the flames and could not continue to fall for a long time.

It seemed as if they were stuck in a perpetual stalemate. Only the terrifying aftermath emanating from the center of the collision and the immense pressure radiating outwards proved how terrifying the force of the collision was.

Chu Zhou had already grasped the knife and was about to cut his arm, but stopped.

He opened his mouth wide, looking at the huge phantom beast blocking their way in shock and disbelief. He almost thought he was dreaming.

The majestic fire monster that suddenly appeared did not exist in any of the illustrations in any of the fantasy beast atlases they had seen. It was so unfamiliar, but the moment everyone saw it, they could feel its breathtaking beauty and power.

It is like a towering and unshakable mountain, standing in front of everyone as a guardian.

The mythical beast was covered in hard crimson scales. With the use of magic power, each scale became scorching and shining like a raging flame.

In the dark night, it is also a rising sun.

But unlike the shining golden sun formed by Cyrus, it is a red sun condensed with love and blood.

The wind blows and the rain falls, morning and evening are like fire.

Cyrus clenched his fists a little tighter. Unlike the others, he clearly saw that the outer layer of magic power of his attack was being devoured by the crimson flames that hit him, and transformed into a part of the phantom beast itself, which in turn blocked subsequent attacks.

This is why Chi Neng can use fire to forcibly block magical attacks that are much more powerful than his own, a fighting style that is almost incomprehensible.

The Po Clan, the mythical beast race he hated the most.

An ability that should not exist in the world, like a heresy, actually belongs to this mythical beast race.

No matter how inferior and low Cyrus's original talent was, every newborn of this race has the opposite top talent.

Every time Cyrus saw Chi, he felt as if fate was mocking him mercilessly.

Why is it that some people are trampled upon from birth, unable to surpass others' overnight enlightenment no matter how hard they try, while others can easily step on others' heads from birth, naturally receiving the admiration and respect of others?

Ten thousand years ago, every time he saw Chi, this question would echo in his mind.

And after every doubt, endless jealousy arises.

Especially when he discovered that Jiang Liujing, who originally only cared about him and regarded him as a friend, suddenly added another person's name to his words and actions starting from one day.

He no longer needed Cyrus's company when he went out, and instead was followed by another person.

Inevitably, Cyrus felt abandoned.

Fate once abandoned him and threw him into the abyss of "the untalented".

He fell down, covered in bruises, but he didn't give up. He got up again and looked for a new way.

He found Jiang Liujing and clung tightly to the light that belonged only to him.

But Jiang Liujing eventually abandoned him and chose Chi.

Cyrus didn't understand.

Cyrus didn't understand.

why?

Why why why why why why?

why! ! !

After thousands of years, this doubt has never been solved.

Even though Cyrus's identity, status, and abilities had all changed dramatically since the beginning, and he had reached the pinnacle of human power, this was the only question he could never resolve.

So he had to meet that person.

Meet the original and complete Jiang Liujing.

He wanted to ask him for an answer.

Why? It was obvious that he met him first, chose him first, and even fell in love with him first, but in the end he chose another person who didn't even give him a good face at the beginning.

Why was he unwilling to focus his gaze on him?

The sweeping firestorm blocked the golden magical light, but Chi knew that this was only temporary.

The human opposite him was so disgusting that he almost felt sick. The strong stench on his body made Chi extremely irritated. He had not smelled so bad when he had seen him before at school, but now he was completely stinky.

But excluding all other factors, this guy's magic power is indeed powerful.

Chi had fought with Miaomiao's two grandfathers before, so he clearly felt that this man was much stronger than the two humans who had reached the eleventh level, and was almost not at a level that humans could have.

Chi had only recovered a little strength in the past few years after his rebirth. He would definitely not be able to win if he forced himself to fight, but his original intention was just to delay for a moment.

Amidst the dazzling collision of red and gold light, everyone's eyes were focused on the battle between the suddenly appearing mythical beast and the noble Pope.

No one paid attention to the shadows around them, and no one noticed that two figures appeared silently under the feet of the phantom beast.

With Chi's massive body blocking the way, the human figures couldn't help but appear too small. Especially Sang Mo, whose incarnation was so tiny to begin with, that even standing upright, he was no taller than Chi's fingernail.

The only people who noticed their appearance were those who had been waiting for their return. In an instant, Liu An and the others showed an expression of intense surprise in their eyes.

Although I don’t know what Xing Yue and Sang Mo were doing and why they came back just now, at least they both came back safely.

If you think about it carefully, the huge noise before might have been caused by the two of them. No ordinary person would have the ability to lift the floor at will.

And their return meant that everyone was here, which meant that they could now—

"Open the door! Chu Zhou!" Liu An turned around and shouted excitedly and hurriedly.

Amid the loud noise of the magic collision, his shouting voice was barely audible, but Chu Zhou heard it.

Without any hesitation, the sharp blade broke through the skin again. At the moment when blood spurted out, the shadow of the giant's eye appeared behind Chu Zhou.

A white light flashed, and an illusory door suddenly opened.

The space where the church is located has been completely blocked by the Pope's magic power. Not even a bug can crawl out through normal channels. Only those with authority, authority that even the Pope cannot stop, can enter and exit freely.

Cyrus keenly sensed the extremely subtle fluctuation of magic power compared to their battle, but it was too late when he noticed it. He only had time to see the backs of a group of people filing into the door.

Even when he lowered his head, he happened to see the young man he had been thinking about being held in the arms of a hooded old man. The old man turned his head, and the dark eyes under the hood glanced at him coldly, and his figure completely disappeared in the light gate.

The moment Cyrus saw the shadow of the Giant's Eye in the air, he understood everything.

He understood how these people broke into the church silently and how they avoided his detection.

The Chu family was once a direct descendant of one of the founders of the seven nations. They were descendants of one of the seven people who co-founded the Divine Religion with him and were loyal worshippers of the Divine Religion for thousands of years. Their family's right to enter the Divine Religion had been engraved on the Eye of the Giant from the very beginning.

Only a true member of the Chu family can open that door.

Cyrus also casually selected a young Chu family member with the purest bloodline as a sacrifice to prepare for his future ceremony of summoning the gods.

Was it at that link that something went wrong?

But the consequences of this small mistake are now irreversible for him.

"No, no, no! Stop! Give him back to me!"

Cyrus roared and teleported down, but was forced back half a step by a flame that pierced his face.

"You again!" Cyrus looked at Chi with such a look that he wanted to pull out his tendons and skin him alive.

Time and time again, just how far will this guy go to hinder him?!

And in mid-air, the red fire storm finally collapsed as if it could no longer hold on.

Faced with the huge gap in magic power between the two, the flames were delayed for a short time, only a few minutes, but it was enough to achieve their goal.

After the flames disappeared, the huge body of the phantom beast also disappeared instantly.

The phantom beast turned back into a tall young man in human form on the ground. In the darkness, his wheat-colored face was extremely handsome, and every edge and corner seemed to be carved by a knife or an axe. He raised his head slightly as if enjoying the night breeze with a strong smell of blood.

Chi opened his cold red eyes, coughed, and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.

This was the first time since his freshman year that he had overdrawn to this extent and suffered such a degree of injury, but he was extremely happy at the moment.

Facing Cyrus' extremely angry gaze, Chi did not respond to him with any words. He simply made a downward gesture to the man in the air.

All the contempt is implied.

The young man turned around, took a big step, and walked into the light gate without looking back.