Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 505 Master and Master

The entire second scene ends with Dorian and Butis bombarding each other and chasing each other.

The feud between these two "teachers and students" was deeper than the sea. The Sea King of the Storm Church, who had been disturbed several times, issued terrifying warnings more than once, but these two passionate occultists ignored them. He vented his anger more than once, but he couldn't even catch a whiff of their exhaust fumes.

Even as the world crumbled and the map shrank, this sea king, arguably the strongest in his own domain, still couldn't reduce the two mages' health by much. Instead, he allowed them to record a few skills to replenish their energy.

Stab it!

Then came the sound of a mirror shattering, leading the two mages into a third information-constructed scene.

The sound of the mirror shattering was particularly jarring.

Upon closer inspection, there are traces of blood on the ears and eyes of both demigods.

This is the storm roar that the Sea King unleashed, covering the entire map, before the previous scene collapsed.

In the first scene, both mages were mainly probing, with the Fallen Earl and the Dark One primarily focused on expelling the enemy. However, the second scene was different. Butis, as a sane demigod, did not simply chase after Dorian. During their battle, he consciously destroyed scenes and information that Dorian needed to record.

The simplest way is to kill, because the scene is about the Storm Church expanding into the southern continent. So, ordinary members of the Storm Church are easily harvested by Butis, and the anger of the Storm Church's Sea King is shared by both of them.

On Duo Liang'an's face, worms with starlight-like markings, characteristic of the Gui San family, seemed to be gnawing at his flesh. Although it was just a visual illusion, the exposed, white-and-red flesh still caused the ordinary people in the scene to scatter in panic.

This is the downside of taking medicine while advancing in rank. After being subjected to mental shock and the ritual being interfered with to a certain extent, it is easy to fall into a vortex of madness and go out of control. Butis stimulates him just right, while also being vigilant to prevent excessive stimulation and Dorian from going insane and exploding on his own.

If Dorian still remembered that his main goal was to record, then Butis's behavior was far more audacious.

With a snap of his fingers, the terrified cries halved, and the heads of these ordinary civilians exploded like fireworks.

Butis sought to break down Dorian's psychological defenses through direct killing and destruction, causing him to go berserk due to various mental pressures. Once Dorian began slaughtering these ordinary people and venting his desires, his recording would be impossible, and the ritual would naturally fail.

"Can your record be destroyed as quickly as I can?"

This is the final scene, where Butis becomes even bolder and more decisive, directly unleashing his demigod divinity.

A series of firecrackers went off, the last sounds of ordinary people's brains flying everywhere. As a true demigod, when he was in the real world, he released his divinity as a demigod without any concealment. Ordinary people could not withstand the pressure of such an aura and would die.

Although the scene was bloody, it wasn't real after all. Even if it were real, so what? He was the Mysterious Saint of the Aurora Society. There was no mercy in Butis's eyes. Looking at Dorian who suddenly rushed over, this time it was Butis who took a step back and teleported away.

At first glance... the offensive and defensive positions seem to have reversed.

This time it was Dorian's turn to chase and stop Butis, and the destructive power of even a casual action by a demigod on a city... was self-evident.

Collapsed buildings, shattered skyscrapers, raging fires, billowing smoke, and the sounds of wailing that quickly faded into silence...

"presumptuous!"

"How dare you trample on my compatriots like this!"

In the chaotic city, a blonde girl with a ponytail, wearing knight's silver armor and black knee-high socks, descended from the sky wielding a flag spear. On the fluttering flag, exquisite irises were engraved.

"My lord is here!"

Speaking with a slightly rustic accent from the countryside of Intis, she planted the holy flag in the ground. The golden light enveloped the shattered streets, as if transforming into an invisible shield, helping the helpless and wailing civilians to ward off the terrible evil.

"Lady Joan of Arc!"

The commoners looked at Joan of Arc as if she were an angel. Although they were still cowering in fear, a glimmer of hope for survival had quietly crept into their hearts.

If it were Klein here right now, he would probably jump three meters high and rub his eyes uncertainly.

This must be the script for Roselle's suppression of the Intis rebellion, so why is this happening...? This doesn't make sense!

"You lunatics will be put to trial!"

However, Joan of Arc's anger had not subsided. If she were not in a defensive posture, unable to continue her attack in order to protect a large number of civilians, she would have loved to use her flag spear to smash the anuses of those two demigods!

"Guardians?"

"No... Witcher... something feels off."

While dealing with Dorian's attacks, Butis glanced at Jeanne's movements and the way her abilities were displayed, and made a judgment in his mind: a normal witcher shouldn't be this short... Obviously, he was somewhat taken aback by Jeanne's height of 1.59 meters.

However, it doesn't matter. If it's just a demigod from Intis, the other party still cares about commoners.

Whoosh!

The next moment, Butis vanished without a trace, appearing directly in another block to continue the slaughter. Even though Dorian quickly caught up, how could his attempts to stop him compare to the speed of destruction?

Joan of Arc's foul language and this seemingly destructive mentality, which disregards the consequences and appears to be purely for the sake of destruction, enraged Joan of Arc to the point of wanting to spontaneously combust.

Unfortunately, she wasn't designed for speed from the very beginning.

"That's about enough."

"If you don't want to be crushed."

The space rippled with water-like patterns, as if a crack had appeared in the real world. Boutis's attack grazed a woman's head and landed in empty space.

This is a mirror world, separating the extraordinary from reality.

Amidst the sound of hooves, General Russell, riding a white horse, wielding a long sword, and with a standard lance-equipped column of soldiers behind him, made a dazzling entrance.

"Those who have bullied me, you have already met your end."

Rosell's young face already showed signs of the future, and his rapier was pointed at Boutis and Dorian, like a judge pronouncing sentences.

By this time, Roselle was already quite wealthy. He could craft magical items through both the Gate and Witch pathways. One of his Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Benjamin Abraham, was a Gate-path artifact.

"6

Master!

""

The Joan of Arc doll breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Rosell had finally arrived.