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"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...!"

On the deserted island, violent explosions occur in every corner, scorching the ground, destroying the terrain, turning the forest into a sea of ​​fire, and leaving the land scarred and devastated.

The eerie yet sacred angel continued its pursuit of Azer, its wings flapping as it flew hundreds of meters away at a speed that could break the sound barrier.

Because they gradually ascend to higher dimensions and break free from the constraints of the mortal world, the fake angels fly at high speeds without making a sound. They do not cause atmospheric vibrations or produce any sound of air being torn apart, resembling a streak of light flying through the universe.

"Kyriiiiiiiiiiii——!"

Unfortunately, the angel in the light was ultimately an artificial imitation created after venturing into forbidden territory. Its cries were completely opposite to its sacred appearance, terrifying and horrifying.

"Retreat, Azer."

La Fria, who was being held by Azer to dodge attacks, quickly offered advice.

"Without the means to access higher dimensions, it is impossible to defeat the simulated angels, even the unfinished experimental ones."

This is the same even if the three invincible True Ancestors were to come in person.

Angels are high-dimensional energy beings who will eventually ascend to higher-dimensional spaces. From the moment of their birth, they can no longer be considered life forms of this world and are completely untouchable.

Even if the True Ancestors summon their most prized familiars and completely evaporate the sea area within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, as long as they cannot reach the higher-dimensional space, they cannot attack the fake angels, making it all a waste.

Therefore, La Fria advised Azer to retreat and stop this pointless battle.

If Aize weren't here, she might not even have the option to retreat.

But since Azer can fly and leave the artificial island on his own, there is no need for him to stay here any longer.

“No.” Aize shook his head and said, “I came here not only to find you, but also to find someone else.”

How could they leave before the person has even been found?

“Another person?” La Freya looked up, puzzled. “Who else are you looking for?”

“One of my junior classmates,” Aize said casually. “Her name is Natsune Yase.”

La Freya fell silent.

Her expression became very complicated, and her eyes also showed helplessness.

"You mean, Natsune Yase is also on this island?"

For some reason, La Freya asked such a question.

“I will search for the spells of spiritual power. The results after casting them will indicate that her spiritual power exists on this island.” Aize did not hide anything and said bluntly, “Her adoptive father is also a researcher of the Mage Sculptor, so I have reasonable grounds to suspect that she is indeed here now.”

Whether it's mechanical dolls or modeled angels, these are undoubtedly the work of magicians.

The fake angel that attacked La Fria was also an experimental subject of the mage craftsman. Now, Natsune Yase is not only related to the mage craftsman, but her spiritual power has also appeared on this island. Therefore, it can be basically confirmed that she herself is here.

"This is troublesome..."

La Freya seemed somewhat troubled.

In contrast, Aize remained remarkably calm.

"Fortunately, it's just an unfinished angel, so I don't feel like I'm at my wit's end."

Aize flashed backward as if by teleportation, creating some distance between himself and the approaching fake angel.

Hold me tight, don't let go.

As soon as Aize spoke, the silver short blades that had been hovering around him disappeared, replaced by a pair of pure white wings that unfurled behind him.

"This is……"

La Fria, who had just tightly hugged Azer's neck, was stunned by this scene.

The phenomenon that appeared on Aize immediately surprised her.

"Forbidden Hand Transformation!"

As the wings of light fully unfolded, pure white flames erupted from Azer's body.

The flames, like a storm, swept outwards while transforming into pure white dragon-shaped armor, gradually appearing on various parts of Azer's body.

Before long, the immaculate white dragon appeared in a world, and the radiant flames that erupted from its body even distorted the incoming rain of light, deflecting all the light formed by divine energy.

"What a nice view……"

La Fria, held in the arms of the immaculate white dragon, stared at him blankly, her glacial blue eyes rippling with emotion.

Its overly sacred appearance and pure white color were like the morning star announcing the end of night and darkness, deeply shaking La Fria's heart.

"Kyriiiiiiiiiiii——!"

The fake angel, however, showed no emotion whatsoever; it merely reacted instinctively to the imminent threat and let out a shrill roar.

"Half Dimension (The White Dragon Emperor's Domain)!"

Azer's wings of light immediately unfolded to their maximum extent, causing the dragon's power to transform into tangible waves that spread outwards.

At this moment, everything that touched the dragon's energy was being compressed at an astonishing speed.

The light formed from divine energy and the flames on the ground shrank at a visible speed, eventually disappearing without a trace.

Naturally, the space around the fake angel was also compressed.

The membrane that had been protecting her and placing her in a higher dimension was gradually shrinking.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, a punch, as sharp as a flash of light, landed on the fake angel.

That was Azer's fist.

Just as the fake angel was desperately resisting the power of the White Dragon Emperor's domain, Aize transformed into a streak of white light, trailing a path of light, and launched an attack with astonishing speed, instantly closing in on the fake angel. Then…

"Divide!" "Divide!" "Divide!" "Divide!" "Divide!"...

On the pure white dragon-shaped armor, one blue gem after another lit up and emitted sounds.

The dragon's power acted on the hyperdimensional membrane protecting the fake angel, causing its power to be continuously halved and weakened.

"Pfft!"

Immediately afterwards, a silver short blade appeared, and with a light slash, it directly severed the weakening hyperdimensional membrane and the space it occupied.

"Kyriiiiiiiiiiii——!"

The fake angel let out its loudest scream to date, and gathered its maximum divine power.

However, under the effect of the halved power, the power of the fake angel was also weakened, until it could not even gather a trace of divine energy, and the holy fluctuations emanating from its body became extremely weak.

"boom!"

Aize's armor shattered, revealing his true form.

The silver short blade was retracted and replaced by a straight, jet-black sword.

"Ama-no-Murakumo".

Aize issued the order.

"This is the time to conquer the barbarians!"

The Kusanagi Sword responded immediately.

"Pfft!"

A flash of black light appeared, slicing through the body of the fake angel.

The Kusanagi Sword's demon-slaying power, which functioned similarly to divine energy, immediately took effect, causing the spirit evolution formula inscribed on the fake angel to dissipate and interrupting the ritual of creating the angel.

"------"

The fake angel, which had been screaming shrilly, suddenly stopped.

The pair of ugly wings on her back, covered in blood vessels and extremely asymmetrical, began to fall off. The strange geometric patterns carved on her exposed slender limbs disappeared completely. Even the eerie mask on her face, engraved with countless eyeball patterns, shattered, revealing a pure and innocent girl's face.

The girl closed her eyes, lost consciousness, and her body fell downwards uncontrollably.

Aize immediately reached out and caught her, holding Raphria in one arm and the girl in the other, and slowly lowered her to the ground.

…………

The rain of light and the flames that ravaged the entire island finally dissipated.

On the scorched and devastated ground, Azer laid Raphria down and settled the unconscious girl.

"Is this okay?"

Aize looked at La Fria and asked a question.

"Yes, the angelic imprint and spirit evolution imprint on this child have all been removed. With professional treatment and physical adjustment, this child will be able to recover completely and become an ordinary human again."

La Freya examined it and gave this result.

"That's good."

Aize nodded and put away the Ama-no-Murakumo sword in his hand.

But at this moment, La Fria cast a meaningful glance at him.

"It seems that our Warcraft King still holds many secrets unknown to the world."

La Freya said this with a profound meaning.

Both the jet-black sword and the sacred, immaculate armor were things that La Fria had never seen or even heard of before.

Could that be a new type of martial artifact developed by the Lion King Organization?
Or is it a powerful weapon left over from the mythical era?
Anyway, it's definitely not one of those legendary magical beasts that are controlled by the man in front of me.

Therefore, La Freya inevitably became curious.

"Isn't it normal to have secrets?" Aize glanced at La Fria and said, "I believe that the Kingdom of Aldeqia must also have many secret weapons that the world doesn't know about, don't you think?"

"Who knows?" La Freya laughed, feigning ignorance. "Do you want to know what secrets I'm hiding?"

As she spoke, La Fria moved closer to Azer, spreading her arms wide as if to show herself off.

That appearance seemed to be telling Aize that he could come up and explore at any time, making Aize involuntarily recall the body he had seen not long ago.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her figure was full and alluring; she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Aize had to admit that he was somewhat moved. Anyone who wasn't moved by that scene was definitely not a man, or even human.

Despite having seen the bodies of Yuri Mariya and Raho, Aize was still inevitably drawn to La Fria's body.

"hehe."

La Fria looked at Aize and suddenly laughed, a rather happy laugh.

"cough."

Aize felt like he had been seen through, and coughed awkwardly.

Little did he know, his image was always reflected in the girl's deep blue eyes, like an indelible mark.

(End of this chapter)