The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Stepping on Ajin's head, the beautiful white bird flapped its wings and chirped, "Kill!"

The numerous bird-like beasts nearby all rushed towards the other side. The clattering sound was overwhelming. Their mindless lack of even a glance at what was happening in front of them made Ajin once again feel the respect that the bird-like beasts had for their bloodline.

But even so, its behavior of running over his head without permission was still too offensive.

Ajin's furry tiger face showed a dangerous expression.

It shook its head with a cold and imposing manner, and said in a threatening tone: "Get down here right now."

How could a little bird like him step on a tiger's head?

If the other party was not also Jiang Liujing's fantasy beast, when Yiser flew over and landed on its head without permission, Ajin would have turned it into an electric roasted bird.

"Why are you so fierce? Just like that person in the sky," Iser muttered in dissatisfaction, feeling that Ajin was not as lovable as his fellow mythical beasts. But he still flapped his wings lazily and flew away.

However, it hadn't flown high before its casual posture suddenly changed. Ajin below also roared and ran out at an extremely fast speed to move.

Only a few tenths of a second passed, and the phantom beast was much faster than humans, running a long distance in a blink of an eye.

When they turned around, the place where they were originally located had exploded in the light and turned into a huge deep pit of complete annihilation.

It's really dangerous. Who did this?

The mythical beasts turned their gaze to the sky. There, in mid-air, the Pope was holding his scepter, a trace of magical energy still lingering on the tip.

"What a powerful human." said Iser.

"What a terrible smell." Ajin said.

Even from a long distance, one could smell the rotten smell emanating from that body.

It was like a corpse being forced to move, with a disgusting smell.

“He looked like he was going to kill us all,” Israel said. “But I didn’t want to die yet. I finally got to talk to Daddy again.”

"Then kill him," said Ajin, "so no one will die."

In mid-air, Cyrus casually surveyed the battlefield. With the arrival of a new group of mythical beasts, the once overwhelming army had once again reached a stalemate.

It's really useless.

Perhaps it would be right to destroy them all together.

Doesn't it take enough deaths to trigger a disaster that attracts the attention of the gods?

【Give it a try.】

For the first time, the human voice completely overlapped with another deep voice.

Cyrus let out a long breath, and his body gradually relaxed from being tense.

Accepting the idea of ​​abandoning his burden was easier than he had imagined. He had thought he would be reluctant to do so. After all, this decision would also destroy his status among humans, and he would no longer be anyone's leader.

But the truth was, he only felt relieved.

Yes, being a human being is no longer a necessary dignity requirement for him now, but has become a shackle that holds him back.

Cyrus uttered a series of simple, ancient syllables, like poetry from a bygone era. However, the stars that lit up beside him showed that this was not art, but the arrival of some powerful force.

The blue eyes under the man's mask gradually turned completely golden, and circles of brilliant golden light stretched for thousands of miles behind him, almost covering the entire sky above the battlefield.

That power, that momentum, that majesty, can be clearly felt even by people who are not on the battlefield.

On the streets of the safe city behind, pedestrians stopped walking, looked up at the sky with panic expressions.

Their power is too small, and they are even unable to sense whether this is the end of the world. All they can do is wait.

Is it victory or the end?

No one knows the answer.

In the Orc Association, Jiang Liujing suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head. Chi beside him was still in the light cocoon, swallowing and digesting the power at an extremely fast speed.

Jiang Liujing looked at him for a moment, then vanished into space in a flash, reappearing on the street. In an instant, the pressure of the spell building above him enveloped him.

He paused for a moment, then realized that an enemy attack had occurred.

No wonder he felt that the other contracted fantasy beasts were collectively restless. He thought that something went wrong in the process of collecting the holy water and they were planning to come out to clean up the mess.

"Jiang Liujing! Are you Jiang Liujing?"

Someone on the side of the road recognized him from his iconic black hair and shouted in surprise and joy, instantly attracting a lot of attention.

Jiang Liujing nodded politely to them and said, "Sorry, I have to rush to the battlefield now. Does anyone know which section of the city wall was attacked?"

A group of people immediately answered in unison: "East! In the direction of the military camp!"

They all looked extremely excited to be able to guide this household name "star figure".

Even though they did not have the power to lead the war, at this moment they all felt that they were valuable and placed all their hopes on the person in front of them.

Jiang Liujing said "thank you" and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

This speed and strength are even more powerful than what he showed in the game two years ago.

Everyone was left in amazement again, and when they looked up at the beautiful and cold light above their heads, they suddenly felt less afraid.

Even if the sky falls, there are still these geniuses and strong people to support it. As long as it is not the last moment, they still have hope!

Jiang Liujing rushed to the battlefield, his eleventh-order power making him move like lightning. In his heart, he kept calling out to the other mythical beasts, and the contracted beasts responded to him excitedly.

With this kind of reaction, it seems that at least there is no big problem. Jiang Liujing breathed a sigh of relief and then sped up again.

On the battlefield, the sudden commotion of several leading phantom beasts was also caught by others.

"Xiao Jing is coming?" Mo Ya was supported by the person next to him, and his tone suddenly became excited.

The magic power gathered in Cyrus's hands also stagnated, and his gaze fell far away in the direction of the city.

He had originally thought that person didn't want to see him, but now, he came anyway? Was it because the people here were threatened, and he finally lost his patience?

But no matter which speculation it is, his identity seems to be just his enemy.

The King of Arundel hadn't noticed anything was wrong yet. He hadn't considered that the spell taking shape above his head was intended to destroy them as well. Seeing Cyrus suddenly stop moving, he hurriedly shouted, "Hurry, Your Holiness, don't give them a chance to resist!"

The reason they must have this twelfth-level strongman accompany them is not just to let him crush the strong man on the opposite side so that they can easily reap the fruits of war?

Cyrus took action but seemed to be hesitating for some reason, which made the king very anxious. Every second of delay meant the death of his soldiers.

"Shut up." Cyrus's voice was so cold that it pierced everyone's ears, and it made their bodies tremble like ice.

Without even a hint of pretense of politeness, his arrogance was completely exposed. Standing still in the air, his magic and spells also maintained the same posture as before, his gaze pierced through the air and fell on a streak of light approaching rapidly in the distance.

Cyrus's breathing finally became uncontrollable and rapid.

he came.

He's finally here.

Not the one who knew nothing, but the one who remembered him and recognized Jiang Liujing.

He had been waiting for him to wake up, just for the moment they met now!

What expression would he show when he saw him?

Would he hate him, insult him, and scold him?

Or will there be other postures?

Cyrus clutched the scepter tightly, like a girl in love, feeling both extremely terrified and extremely expectant.

However, no matter what kind of feedback it was, as long as it was given by that person, he would be able to accept it——