NOVPUBHe slowly raised his head and looked towards the distant horizon.
Atop a skyscraper a kilometer away, a figure stood strikingly; the curtain of rain around him seemed to lock the heavens and earth, and the bright moon appeared as if cleaved by dark clouds.
That person was cloaked in a pitch-black priest’s robe, adorned with winding golden patterns like rivers, his light brown short hair slightly lifted by the wind, yet without compromising his demeanor.
And his eyes, those two deep and clear blue lakes, sparkled with a compassionate light, causing all beings, no matter the distance, to feel a shiver.
The torrential rain lashed out, thunder roared, but an invisible force kept it all at bay, rendering everything within a three-meter radius of him tranquil and serene.
Without any need for questions, all members of the Demon Race who witnessed his silhouette knew that this was the powerful being who had just extended his hand to help!
In his eyes, this earth-shattering Eighth-order battle seemed to be nothing more than a trivial play of the mortal world.
But without a doubt, it was the Power of the Wind God in his hand that saved Aitio at the critical moment.
"Great High Priest Loren..."
In the presence of such a human who could be called the strongest, Perlman felt apprehension for the first time.
He realized that this battle was far from as easy to conclude as he had imagined.
Protected by the barrier of wind, Aitio finally had a chance to catch her breath.
She lifted her head, staring blankly at that mysterious figure.
The outcome of the battle in Floral City Pariel now hinged entirely on that person’s single thought.
Neither Lord Perlman from District 10 nor the mysterious member of the Demon Race spreading curses from the South Bank were a match for Loren!
The scales of victory trembled delicately in the faint light and howling winds...
"Why are you here..."
Perlman stared at the figure atop the distant building, his normally calm eyes now incredibly grave.
That most respected and pure priest of the Hutton Kingdom had recently become even more eminent and unstoppable.
Seemingly enveloped in imperial air.
...
Meanwhile, several kilometers away.
The reporters of the Demon Race hiding in the shadows could hardly believe their own eyes.
When they made out the figure, their cameras nearly slipped from their grasp.
"Loren!!"
Despite the distance on this stormy night making it difficult to see further, there was no mistaking the Divine Light of the God Era emanating from the Wind Stone Tablet!
This news exploded among the viewers on the South Bank who could see the broadcast like a thunderclap.
They couldn’t make out what exactly happened in the distant end of the footage, but they all knew that the sudden halt in the fighting, the direction Aitio and Perlman seemed to be stunned by, and that soul-piercing light from the Wind Stone Tablet all pointed to one thing—
Loren had taken action!
"It’s Great High Priest Loren! He has come to help us!"
"The legends of the Northern Continent are true, if you call his name with a sincere heart, he will surely come to your rescue!"
"He is the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor!"
The seed of hope was instantly ignited on the South Bank, trembling people excitedly discussing, guessing, and desperately watching the only available footage, with some even shedding tears of excitement.
Many of the refugees who witnessed this moment let out shocked and exhilarated cries.
The appearance of Great High Priest Loren undoubtedly gave a powerful boost of courage to those in despair on this stormy and turbulent night in Floral City Pariel.
In the heart of the battlefield of District 10 in Poson, Aitio was still staring in disbelief at the distant horizon.
Surprise, reverence, gratitude, and a hint of indescribable confusion.
Theoretically, it was plausible that Loren, worried about his direct disciple Lanci, had stealthily arrived in Floral City Pariel to retrieve Lanci, given that even the commanders of the Cerryti Empire wouldn’t expect Loren to take such a gamble.
But the problem was, according to Migaya, Loren was a very cautious character, and it was unlikely that he would risk leaving the Capital of Hutton, which needed his protection, to come to a foreign land at this time.
Nevertheless, with the addition of Great High Priest Loren, the tide of battle had undergone an earth-shattering change.
She could continue to fight!
Now that Perlman’s attention was entirely drawn to Great High Priest Loren, starting a one-on-one defense, this was Aitio’s chance to subdue Berserk Nigel first, then go to assist Great High Priest Loren in encircling Perlman.
It might even be possible that she wouldn’t need to make a move, as Great High Priest Loren could take care of Perlman by himself!
With this thought, Aitio took a deep breath, gathering the last of her Magic Power, her eyes as bright as stars fixed on Nigel.
Confronting Berserk Nigel, Aitio no longer just defended and dodged, but went on the offensive, with ice-blue lightning like dancing spirit snakes piercing through Nigel’s body.
At the same time, sharp ice spikes rose from the ground, converging into a sky waterfall in midair, tightly encasing Nigel within it.
On the other side.
"Goddess of Destiny, you really do have a sense of humor," Perlman muttered.
He had thought himself assured of victory, only to encounter such an unforeseen variable at the last moment.
The only traceable factor was that the Great Priest had happened to visit Floral City Pariel for a Gold-level Card Maker from the Hutton Kingdom. By coincidence, he arrived right in the middle of their plan, throwing it into complete disarray.
Now, Perlman could no longer focus on Aitio.
All his attention was fixed on the figure in the black robe.
"What is your purpose, Great High Priest Loren? Do you realize your presence could signal that the Cerryti Empire might launch an attack on the Hutton Kingdom sooner than expected?"
