NOVPUBSolomon looked at Talia who was still struggling, and found it ridiculous that she was still hoping to delay until the boundary recovered.
He raised his hand, continuously condensing and expanding the fire cross until it became a pillar of fire about to cover an area of hundreds of meters.
Two power stations operating could surely be repaired in forty-five minutes. But with only one power station in operation, it would take ninety minutes.
He had given the command to the Grand Priests of Destruction to launch a suicide attack on the power station in the east at any cost!
The remaining Grand Priests will become his stepping stones for retreat after completing the task.
Even if Loren had spare energy, he wouldn’t ignore the Grand Priests commencing indiscriminate killing in the city-state and prepare to self-explode, and come after Solomon, the Saint of Destruction.
"No!!"
Talia felt as if her heart was about to leap out. She had never felt such despair before.
She would rather die herself than let anything happen to Hyperion, the final blossom she was caring for with her heart.
"Who are you waiting for? Are you depending on that mysterious Cardinal Bishop to save you?"
Solomon sneered, let go of his palm, and concurrently, the Flame of Destruction in the sky descended.
Time seemed to slow down, leaving only fire and white light.
The towering flame grew larger and larger in her pupils. Talia felt a sense of total despair.
Silence, boundless silence replaced the expected deafening roar. The only sound was her heartbeat.
If only...
If someone could help...
Talia had never despised her own laziness so much.
She could not imagine what the world would become if Hyperion were to die.
If Hyperion was killed, she would even become the most vicious and wicked member of the Demon Race at any cost to wipe out the Rebirth Church!
However, at that moment.
For some reason, Solomon felt a strange sense of danger emerging from behind.
As if someone was watching him, or rather, as if a Bishop was creeping up on him!
He whipped around suddenly.
The wind had arisen.
Accompanied by the roar of a storm dragon.
A tiny bright spot appeared on the distant horizon, quickly expanding, accompanied by intense white light. Yet, before it could make a deafening sound, it was completely scattered by the crazy wind of the divine epoch!
That soul-striking glory was explaining the great power that constitutes all things in the world. God’s brilliance was driving the flow of clouds, changing the appearance of the night, and pierce through the heavy clouds was the unique aura of the original. Winds gently caressed the shattered earth, ashes froze for an instant, then ascended!
At this moment, the sky seemed to brighten!
A figure with brown hair and green eyes walked out from the Original Curse. That radiant glow seemed to shine because of him, casting a golden silver color on his hair edges.
Hyperion, who was in a state of invisibility, was also lifted by the strong wind, flying into mid-air in shock, not knowing what had happened.
Before she could touch the ground, a figure held her steadily. Gradually taking shape in his hands from transparent to outlined, her scared and confused face appeared. Their eyes met.
How did you know where I was?
Hyperion crouched timidly in his arms, but her gaze never left his face, her puzzled eyes seemed to ask him this question.
Instinct.
He looked at her and smiled, replying.
Of course, it might also be because Hyperion was carrying a [Certificate of Resurrection - Destruction].
But more likely, it was the guidance of the Goddess of Destiny that led him to go there by feeling.
Then, the figure with brown hair and green eyes lifted his eyes again, looking at the Saint of Destruction who seemed stuck in a swamp in the distance.
Saint Solomon of the Destruction was constantly trembling and retreating, trying hard to comprehend the situation.
There was a constant back and forth battle coming from the south.
Why could Loren come here?
Solomon’s pupils constricted, as if understanding something, he suddenly looked at the southern side of the city-state.
If the person fighting Marquis Somerset in the south wasn’t Loren, then who was it?!
