god of tomorrow

Two fair-skinned, beautiful, and long-legged women got straight to work. Since it wasn't their own scenic area and there was no one around, they fought without any restraint, unleashing their full power and bombarding everyone in a chaotic barrage.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose on the shore of Blue Hole Lake, and high-level magic of various colors washed over the ground, with dazzling light tearing the tranquil misty rain to shreds.

Towering trees rose from the ground, transforming into giant hammers that blasted the clear lake water upwards.

An extremely cold wind swept through, freezing both the giant trees and the raging waves, and icicles rained down indiscriminately from the sky like a barrage of ice bullets.

Qin specializes in the faith magic of winter, focusing on one aspect: the extreme winter, relentless and relentless, giving everything in exchange for that one moment of absolute destruction.

Because of her status as the Saintess of the Temple of All Things, Tiffany was forced to become a master of balance, and she was quite accomplished in the magic of the four Fates.

But as she herself said, work is work, and life is life. Refusing to waste her limited energy on balancing acts led her to remain a grand mage for life. Therefore, while outwardly appearing serene, she privately focuses on the faith and magic of the Four Seasons of Spring, regarding it as her true trump card and the direction of her future evolution.

The fighting style is varied and dazzling at first glance, but in fact it is well-organized and tightly integrated, just like a masterful symphony conductor who perfectly weaves the main melody and the chorus together.

Last summer, Jean became the knight of the divine messenger, gained the Mind Meditation Technique, and her potential was further unlocked, leading to rapid progress. This year, Tiffany officially switched sides, becoming Gawain's second-hand saintess. After obtaining the Mind Meditation Technique, she exclaimed that it was a divine skill and also progressed rapidly.

Both women were curious about how strong their best friend, who was skilled at backstabbing, was now, and how much effort it would take to beat her up.

The fight was started by Jeanne, and Tiffany had the same idea; a single glance was enough for them to understand each other instantly.

They were having a good time, but the Blue Hole Lake scenic area suffered. The fir and cypress forest was a mess, with charred and broken wood mixed with frozen soil. The wispy smoke that used to drift around was now replaced by the biting cold wind and gunpowder smoke.

The surface of Sapphire Lake was in complete chaos.

Even the heavy, leaden-gray clouds were torn open by the relentless bombardment.

Tiffany: This woman is something else, she's improved so much, she must have had some special treatment from the divine messenger in the middle of the night.

Qin: This woman looks so gossipy, she's probably thinking about some random things again.

"Hmph!" x2

Tiffany pressed down with one hand, and the violent heat wave evaporated the leaden clouds, tearing open a huge gap, transforming into a blazing, roaring fire dragon that plunged down with terrifying heat.

Destiny Magic - Summer of the Four Seasons - Flame Demon Heatwave.

Qin responded with color, raising one hand, and the frozen lake surface solidified, a pure white ice monument, about 100 meters high and square on all four sides, rose from the ground with a chilling light.

Fate Magic - Winter of the Four Seasons - Silent Ice Coffin

Fire and ice, two diametrically opposed elements, collided violently above Blue Hole Lake, directly triggering a magical explosion.

boom----

The air currents swirled wildly, ice and fire sparked, and the already teetering fir trees by the lake were uprooted and shredded into a flurry of wood chips.

First ice, then fire, then fire again, and so on, the water level of Blue Hole Lake visibly dropped as a result. Large amounts of water vapor rose into the air, drawing in the surrounding clouds and making the sky even more chaotic and gloomy.

The battle has reached this point, the warm-up is over, and it's time to get serious.

But Tiffany didn't want to fight anymore. Her expression turned serious. "Hey, Artemis, I suddenly realized that while life is important, without a salary, where does life come from? To have a better life, I need to work harder. Let's go back!"

Qin nodded gently, and the two met up and evacuated Blue Hole Lake as quickly as possible.

"What are we eating today?"

"Yes, what do you want to eat?"

As they discussed this, they ran faster and faster.

We have no choice but to run. The recent explosions seem to have unearthed something from the bottom of the lake.

What exactly is it? It seems to be a magic tower of cathedral size...

Who would be so kind as to build a magic tower at the bottom of this lake? It's a desolate, godforsaken place, not a soul to be found. There must be a big secret here; it's either a secret organization or a villain's stronghold.

Mature women don't have that much curiosity; they only know that it's immoral to play with explosives in front of someone else's house, and the other party doesn't need to see them off, so they'll just leave.

Buzzing—

The space expands and spreads, with invisible walls forming a tight seal. The mountains are still the same mountains, and the lakes are still the same lakes, but the internal composition has undergone a complete transformation.

"It's all your fault for choosing this place to provoke us. Now look what's happened, you're happy now." Tiffany stopped and, with her rich workplace experience, immediately shifted the blame.

It takes two to tango, and it's the zither that's needed.

Qin didn't speak, but narrowed her eyes, watching the five figures that suddenly appeared out of thin air. Three men and two women, all dressed in black formal attire. Perhaps because Blue Hole Lake was perpetually shrouded in rain and never saw the sun, their skin was deathly pale, almost sickly, lacking any vitality.

That's not the point. Qin sensed the suppressed, angry magical energy emanating from the other party, and her pupils contracted slightly.

Five great mages in total!

Qin, who was already taciturn, became even more silent. Without making a sound, she adjusted her posture, slightly turning her body to the side, assuming a stance that allowed her to strike at any moment or retreat at any moment.

He then took out the Winter's Holy Sword, leaving it to remain an ordinary magical artifact.

Three men and two women floated silently in mid-air.

The woman at the head of the group had a gloomy expression and didn't say a word. Her face clearly showed a mixture of murderous intent, anger, and speechlessness.

You think you can just blow it up whenever you want and leave whenever you want? There's no such thing as a free lunch. Even if it's a public toilet, you two will still be covered in shit after you blow it up!

A deathly silence fell over the entire room, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense and oppressive.

As for the Dark Church, being proper villains, they remained completely still during their period of dormancy, with no intention of showing themselves. They simply waited for Tiffany and Jean to finish their fight, then they would pack up and leave, pretending nothing had happened.

Unexpectedly, the two women got happier and happier as they fought, and their reckless actions exposed the magic tower hidden at the bottom of Blue Hole Lake.

They can't avoid showing up now.

The leader, Miroland, gave the order: capture them alive, she wanted to personally taste the intelligence.

Swish! x3

Three male archmages descended like ghosts, moving with incredible speed, yet without making a sound of wind breaking.

As they drew near, three pairs of scarlet eyes simultaneously flashed with blood-red light, either through forced hypnosis, forced sleep, or the art of manipulating blood, all working together to unleash the vampire's racial talents to the fullest.

Tiffany and Jean had no information about vampires and were caught off guard, falling victim to the attack on the spot. The two women's bodies suddenly stiffened, like candles in the wind, teetering on the verge of being extinguished at any moment.

Upon seeing this, the three vampires not only did not relax, but instead quickened their pace to guard against a trap. One of them pushed away the arena card.

Blood gushed forth, sticky and scarlet, turning the surroundings into a swamp of filthy blood.

Just as the three vampires approached, Tiffany, who had been dozing with her head down, suddenly opened her eyes.

Her gaze was fixed on the three dark figures. Deep within her pupils, four colors of light and shadow alternated and flowed, descending one after another and then disappearing in an instant.

A grand panorama of all things took shape around her, her gaze so imposing it was as if a goddess herself had descended to earth. Everything she looked upon was forcibly stripped away by fate's supreme authority, returning to its primordial state of nothingness.

Destiny Magic: All Things Return to Dust.

The invisible hand of fate swept by, erasing the blood-soaked arena card, and silently arrived before the three vampires.

Oh no, this woman is playing hard to get! x3

The three vampires were shocked. In this life-or-death moment, they simultaneously pushed open the field card. The blood energy surged back, collapsing layer by layer and dissipating completely. By attrition against attrition, they barely managed to stop the merciless hand of fate.

It's finally under control!

The three vampires' hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, were now hanging in suspense again.

The zither began to play.

Just as the three vampires escaped death and lowered their guard after all three field cards were exhausted, Jean, who was pretending to be asleep, stepped forward and leaped over Tiffany like lightning.

The Holy Sword of Winter swept across, and the extreme cold flowing on its blade left a visible icy blue trail in the air.

so cold...

You are not a magical artifact!

Damn it, this woman is even more cunning! x3

Before the three vampires could even scream or make any defensive moves, extreme frost spread from where the sword touched them, freezing their flesh, bones, and even their thoughts and will within a fraction of a second.

Three lifelike ice sculptures stood there quietly.

After the extreme winter, the cold wind followed closely, shattering and breaking the ice sculptures, and sending ice crystals and dust flying, turning into a beautiful snow mist.

Having landed a successful blow, Tiffany and Jean exchanged a smile and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Two against five is too much pressure; two against two is much better.

She secretly rejoiced. If it weren't for the sacred artifact in hand, which allowed them to execute a tactical combination that could kill in one strike, their bond, which was only 1+1=0.8, would have made it hard to say whether they would be sitting in an office or living in a basement in the future.

In mid-air, the two female vampires stared in disbelief, a chill running down their spines, and they instinctively took a half-step back.

The enemy is weak; press on with one decisive move!

"The left side is yours, the right side is mine."

Tiffany keenly seized the opportunity. With the artifact exposed, the possibility of another tactical collaboration was extremely slim. She was confident in her and Jean's strength, believing that a one-on-one duel would be enough to defeat their opponent.

The only drawback is that the cathedral-level magic tower hasn't been activated yet.

It is also unclear whether there are any other great masters here.

It seems impossible. Even in a great church like the Temple of All Things, archmages are considered core combatants. A configuration of five archmages is already extremely impressive; it's impossible...

Just as Tiffany was certain of a 20/80 chance, a dark figure suddenly leaped out of thin air, hovering in mid-air and standing in front of the two female vampires.

The woman stood beneath the gloomy clouds, her black evening gown like a flowing galaxy in the dark night, wrapping around her exquisite figure and cascading down her curves.

Her long black hair was styled in an updo, her swan-like neck was long and elegant, and her strikingly fair skin gave her a cool and sophisticated look.

What is most striking is the black veil covering her face, as thin as mist, which partially obscures her jawline, making her cold eyes appear even more profound.

Miloran.

Upon seeing the leader appear, the two younger women immediately bowed and lowered their heads. Despite their good looks, their weak presence made them mere supporting characters.

Even an impeccably beautiful woman like Tiffany had to admit that the sudden appearance of the old hag was breathtakingly beautiful, both beautiful and bewitching, like a black rose blooming brightly in the night.

"Step back, this is not a formidable enemy you can defeat."

Miroland spoke slowly, his gaze lingering briefly on the Winter Holy Sword before settling on Tiffany's face: "Little girl, I recognize you, the former Holy Maiden of the Temple of All Things. I heard that because of your improper private life, you lost your symbol of purity and were no longer suitable to serve as Holy Maiden, so you retired early."

Who are you calling a little girl? Say it again if you dare!

Also, where did you get this gossip from? How come the rumors are getting more and more outrageous?

"That's right, I found a man!"

Tiffany, acting as if even a saint could enjoy the pleasures of love, was not ashamed but rather proud, and said with narrowed eyes, "Even so, the Pope didn't dare to tie me to the execution rack. You should understand what that means, right?"

Qin: "..."