Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

The atmosphere at the scene was very somber.

Silberle and Wendy were listlessly directing the battle, which had been going on for who knows how many hours.

The legion's members came and went, those whose magic was depleted were demobilized, and then a new batch of well-rested men took their place. Numbly struggling on the front lines of death, shielded by the blood and flesh of countless others, they fought on.

The frequency of exchanges is increasing, leaving less and less time for subordinates to recover their magic.

But the demons' attack shows no end in sight.

Neither the high-ranking demon on the other side nor Beatrice's high-ranking witch made a direct move. It was a battle of kings against kings, generals against generals. But now, Beatrice no longer had the advantage of being the one who attacked later.

For Wendy, she felt like she was struggling to survive. Even if she repelled the attack, what difference would it make? The rift wasn't sealed, and demons would continue to emerge. How could she possibly wipe out all the demons in Hell?

Ironically, the only hope might be the mercy of the opponent, who might let him off the hook for the sake of more fun.

Even Wendy thought so, so one can imagine what it was like for the people below. They might not have known about the existence of the rift, but faced with this boundless wave of despair, even the slightest fear would be amplified by the demon's magic, and their morale had plummeted to the point of swaying in the wind.

If this continues, the magic army will collapse in disarray.

At this very moment, the Silbernine Forest is preparing to take action.

In this hopeless sky, someone always needs to stand up.

She held aloft a sword in her right hand and rested her left hand on a red flag about three meters tall. It was a flag stained with witch's blood; in fact, it was a very famous magical artifact—the Crimson Banner. This artifact was frequently mentioned in the book, and even outside of Beatrice, many magical artifact scholars knew of it, because its creator was the very witch who first established the magical capital, Pierpoint.

However, outsiders all believed that the work of the original witch who founded Pierpont had been lost. No one knew when, but the blood-red banner, which was of great collectible value and housed in the Magic Union Association, disappeared. Everyone thought it had been stolen by thieves, but in fact, it was brought here by Beatrice.

Silberle slashed her wrist with her sword, and red blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the flag and mingling with the blood of the other witches on it.

"Lord Ice Fang—" Wendy was completely taken aback by the fact that her superior had been so ruthless.

Wendy knew about this magical artifact, which was probably the biggest reason why Silberle became a T-rank Snow Guard. As she said, her magical level wasn't high; she could only be considered an upper-middle-class witch. Within the Snow Guard system, only Slater, a male, and a few other low-ranking Snow Guards who rotated through the ranks were probably weaker than her.

But she gained the approval of the Crimson Banner when she was young. This magical artifact, brought to her by Beatrice, the witch of fate, is bound to a master; only those it approves of can use it. It sounds incredible, but it's true; some magical artifacts do possess self-awareness.

Perhaps because it had been soaked in too much blood, it came back to life. From then on, it only absorbed blood that it approved of.

And its function.

"Beatelice is behind us, we will fight to the death!!" Silberle raised the flag that she had once again stained red with her blood high, and the entire battlefield, stretching for dozens of miles, suddenly began to steam with inexplicable magic. This magic penetrated into the bodies of those magic-depleted mages, as if giving them new life.

Even the most exhausted person is filled with energy at this moment, as if they have inexhaustible strength and are full of enthusiasm.

A complete inspiration—that's the power of this magical artifact. Since the original witch created it using some unknown technology, no one else has been able to replicate this magnificent work.

The more powerful the magical artifact, the higher the price it comes from.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?" Mo looked thoughtfully at the woman who was currently waving a flag.

"Heh—everyone dies." Blood kept flowing from the corner of her mouth. "At least for now, everyone is equal in the face of death."

"You really trust that guy that much?" Mo chuckled. "Do you really think you can succeed with this kind of cover?"

“We have no choice but to disbelieve. Or rather, even if we disbelieve, it won’t change anything. This is Beatrice.” Silberle waved the flag once more with her last breath.

This magical artifact will erase everything about her to extract all external magic power in the area for its own use.

Inspired people become war machines, fighting tirelessly until death.

This terrifying magical artifact, with its extremely severe side effects, is being used for the first time since the founding of Beatrice.

This will probably be the last time.

Siberian looked back at the scenes flashing before her eyes, like a revolving lantern, something those dying people see. She was a child from a noble family, with no tragic childhood experiences, and was considered somewhat "out of place" within the Snow Guard.

Her parents named her Spring, hoping that one day she would see the spring flowers bloom.

But often, death comes before hope.

“You can’t fall down now.” Suddenly, another woman’s voice came from behind, and Silberle felt herself regain some strength.

“Mother…” This is the first time in years that Wendy has truly faced her mother directly.

But her mother was now very weak. After waving her wand to revive the collapsing Silberle, her face turned as white as frost, and her once stunning appearance slowly withered away.

"This is the first time I've stood here with you like this," Silberle remarked.

"This is the last time." Alexia waved her wand, transforming the area into a forest of vines, using her last bit of magic to make her due contribution.

Her life became intertwined with the Silbernine Forest.

The moment the Silberg Forest falls, she too will vanish into nothingness.

"Well done." Audrey arrived as well.

Slater, Anna, and several other Snowguards all came with Audrey's teleportation magic.

“Wouldn’t it have been better to say these things more often in the past?” Silberle responded.

“I haven’t seen you many times before.” Audrey took out her wand, which was taller than her, and slammed it on the ground. “Alright, let me make one last big ruckus. Kill as many as I can. Don’t hold back… otherwise I’ll kill you first. I’m pretty selfish and arrogant. I’ll hold out until I’m the last one to die. If anyone dies after me, I might think you’re just slacking off.”

This lazy elf unleashed a magical power that left everyone present speechless.

They had all witnessed Angela's vast and boundless magic. Audrey couldn't compare, but she was already very close.

This lazybones is hiding his true nature well.

Is this the legendary witch who survived from the time of Beatrice?

"Instead of being surprised, you should kill a few more demons. Slater, I'm talking about you." A magical gust of wind rose around Audrey, and her blue hair began to float upwards as if it had lost its gravity.

A massive fiery meteorite fell from the sky, and as far as the naked eye could see, all the demons were wiped out.