Chapter 142 Now That Was Monumental Self-Destruction

On the other side, the God of Magic girl was drifting lazily in the clouds, using cloud magic to shape a soft sofa for herself to lounge upon leisurely while sipping a drink made by Louis. The assembly of tens of thousands of magical beasts failed to elicit the slightest ripple of emotion in her heart; her only thought was to finish things quickly and hurry home to say 'I'm back' to Louis.

"Roar!"

At that moment, a roar from an unknown magical beast erupted from the forest, rippling outward like radiation and carrying all the way to the ears of the defensive mages in Hendon Myre. The mages, having experienced previous battles, informed the newcomers that this was the signal for war.

Sure enough, aided by clairvoyance magic, the mages spotted a dense black mass of unidentified objects successively rushing out from the Magical Beast Forest. After a moment of magnification, they finally discerned that it was a tide composed of countless magical beasts.

Tier 3, Tier 4, and Tier 5 magical beasts poured forth as if they were worthless, the ground beginning to tremble beneath their strides. The dust kicked up by hooves and claws formed a natural barrier, and all manner of bizarre magical beasts continuously broke through the haze, marching toward Hendon Myre.

The mages of Hendon Myre were on full alert. The towering city walls were covered in claw marks, blood—both human and beastly—left behind by countless battles of the past. The defending personnel had not received any news of the God of Magic's arrival; they held not a single shred of wishful thinking, fighting entirely to defend their homeland.

"Look, look over there!"

Right then, a mage raised a trembling finger, pointing at the figure suspended in mid-air. The others looked over as well, and under the enhancement of clairvoyance magic, they could barely make out a young girl dressed in a plain white dress. Facing the magical beasts charging with the momentum of a landslide, she showed not a trace of fear; instead, she flew straight toward the mighty magical beast tide.

Next, the defending mages witnessed a sight they would never forget for the rest of their lives. Countless red, circular magic circles suddenly appeared in the sky, spreading outward like ripples caused by a stone dropped into a lake, dyeing the originally azure sky a brilliant crimson.

Crimson meteors were gestated one by one within the magic circles, hurtling toward the ground under the enhancement of magic and gravity. The momentum was even grander than when the magical beasts had arrived, and the tremors they caused upon striking the earth were far more violent. Most of the magical beasts were vaporized by the flames before they could even utter a scream, and the rest were beaten into mincemeat by the meteors. A single wave of attack wiped out more than half of the magical beast tide's forces.

"A god, that is a divine miracle!"

Some mages who believed in the God of Light knelt down trembling, gazing up at the sky with devout expressions, while others who were slightly more composed realized that she had appeared—the legendary God of Magic who had miraculously cheated death had returned.

"Achoo—how boring."

Moyona had no accurate concept of the damage caused by her single wave of attacks. She shook her arm, which was slightly sore from holding it up, and prepared to unleash another wave to end this tedious slaughter.

*Snap!*

Just then, a black arrow shot out from the Magical Beast Forest, striking the God of Magic's chest at a speed impossible for the naked eye to capture. Moyona's intuition regarding danger was still exceptional; the moment a sense of unease arose in her heart, she cast a magic shield upon herself. Almost simultaneously with the shield's generation, the arrow collided with it. The powerful thrust forced Moyona to retreat a certain distance in the air, and by this time, she had also managed to see what the attacker was.

"Shadow War Hawk? Why would this kind of thing appear?"

Moyona muttered to herself as she looked at the black, bird-like creature flapping its wings before her. This was no ordinary magical beast; in terms of rank, it had reached Tier 7. It possessed a bizarre trait: it could submerge its body into the void while flying, only revealing its true form when attacking. While residing in the void, it was immune to both physical and magical damage. To human eyes, a War Hawk submerged in the void appeared semi-transparent, which was how it got its name.

And that was not all. After a single Shadow War Hawk's attack failed, a dozen more flew out from the magical beast forest. A full twenty Shadow War Hawks surrounded Moyona tightly, which finally surprised the God of Magic girl. She knew that when she had come to deal with these magical beasts last time, high-level magical beasts of this caliber had not appeared at all.

These War Hawks struck Moyona's magic shield recklessly. Though they could not shatter it, it was enough to disrupt the rhythm of her spellcasting. Her shield took dozens of hits every second, forcing her to delay her attack tempo and focus entirely on dealing with these annoying pests. Meanwhile, the magical beast forces below seized the opportunity to launch their second wave of attacks. Freed from the God of Magic's suppression, they finally managed to rush to the base of Hendon Myre's city walls, using their sharp claws to assault the defensive magic array.

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At the headquarters of the Mages' Guild, the Guild Master had invited all the prominent powerhouses of the continent to gather here, organizing an event akin to a meet-and-greet symposium. Headmaster Harvey was one of them. After everyone had arrived, this legendary Guild Master fashionably late, a white-haired old man wearing the most basic grey mage robe walked into the conference room under the curious gazes of the crowd. His snowy white beard dragged down to his chest, and his face bore no particularly majestic expression, yet no one dared to underestimate this Guild Master who was over five hundred years old.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. You are willing to come from afar to give me, Gandalf, this courtesy. I don't mean anything special; I just want to discuss the matter of the magical beast tide with you all."

The old Guild Master wore a cordial smile, sitting in his seat without putting on any airs, and stated the purpose of this trip.

"What is there to discuss about something like this?"

Asked a mage who had recently advanced to the rank of Saint Mage. Taking a closer look, the people here seemed to be newly promoted Saint Mages, with hardly any familiar old faces among them.

"There indeed isn't much to say, but do you Saint Mages know why the ones who always resist the magical beast tide are youngsters rather than old immortals like us?"

"This..."

With a single simple question, the old Guild Master stumped all the Saint Mages present. They had never considered this question before, nor had they ever thought about contributing a little to humanity by personally resisting magical beasts after becoming Saint Mages.

"The reason is very simple. It is a widely accepted fact that magical beasts lack brains, but that cannot be applied to all of them. About two hundred years ago, a vice-master of my guild volunteered to help resist the magical beast tide. With the strength of a Saint Mage, they were indeed vulnerable to him, but just as he was on a killing spree, a legendary Tier 10 magical beast appeared."

"You mean a Holy Beast? Is that even possible?"

Everyone was stunned once more. A Tier 10 magical beast—that was an existence on par with a Saint Mage. However, such magical beasts generally inhabited the deepest recesses of the forest, and humanity had never recorded any information about them.

"Heh, naturally I wouldn't lie to you. At that time, he was surrounded by four Holy Beasts, and if I hadn't arrived in time, not even his ashes would have been left."

"Since the magical beasts possess such strength, why do they still act like fools and send low-level magical beasts out to die? Can't they organize themselves and launch an all-out attack on the human empires?"

Someone raised a doubt. The sudden appearance of four Holy Beasts was no joke. The origin of magical beasts roughly coincided with that of humans, or perhaps even earlier, and the Magical Beast Forest had been filled with them since humans first discovered its existence.

Coupled with the fact that magical beasts generally had much longer lifespans than humans, no one present believed there were only four Holy Beasts in the entire Magical Beast Forest; rather, they could easily produce four at a whim.

"What if I told you that the magical beast tide is merely a game initiated by the magical beasts, what would you think? What if they simply don't want any particularly formidable chess piece to appear on the chessboard? If anyone breaks the rules of the game, they will probably be swarmed and attacked by all."

Gandalf tapped the table, calmly speaking a truth that shocked the entire room.

"You're saying they do this on purpose, but what on earth is the reason?"

"Unknown. Ever since then, the Saint Mages of various empires haven't shown up during the magical beast tides for this very reason. Come to think of it, that Miss God of Magic has probably already made her move by now. Last time, she didn't encounter anything because the magical beasts probably couldn't fathom her background and didn't dare act rashly. This time, however, it's different."

As the old Guild Master finished speaking, heated discussions erupted in the conference room. Harvey grew increasingly uneasy until he finally couldn't help but rise from his seat.

"Headmaster Harvey, where are you going?"

"To find my students!"

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