"So this is the instructor and his angel..."
The tough guy from the Soul of Fighters' Club Team muttered in an unknown corner.
Even though their club had already been renad from the Soul of Fighters' Club Team to the Soul of Fighters' Club Team, he still couldn't forget what they learned during Lanci's training, in monts of hating their own powerlessness, having soone capable who was willing to give them strength.
"But this songstress is obviously far more powerful than the Great Love Poet; she should be an Eighth-order strongman, right?"
The Great Love Poet was undoubtedly a First-order summon.
And a summon, unless dismantled and rebuilt, almost has no way to ascend in order.
"She must be of the Great Demon Clan like the Bingxue Witch."
"Don't say it, if all Demon Race songstresses are like this, I truly support the Demon Race's restoration; so beautiful, so powerful."
No matter what, today's battle conditions managed to reverse step by step in a desperate situation, the council of nations has seen many from the Demon Race helping them turn the tide, and now many people's impressions of the Demon Race began to change.
Aside from the Bingxue Witch, there were evidently so many trustworthy demons!
...
All the screens in the city of Brilda were illuminated by Talia's flash performance.
The cheers of people from the South Continent's council kingdoms seed to turn into her harmony.
And outside the crystal canopy.
"Damn, during the entrance exam, it was the Great Love Poet who gave the examiner a brain hemorrhage."
Hyperion still vividly rembered the battle with Lanci.
Or rather, she could never forget the beginning of the story in her lifeti.
At the end of the story, one often recalls the beginning.
At this mont, it all seed like a reenactnt.
Just now, when the choice question between heavenly divine punishnt and the Corrosive Alchemy Beast was given to Hesintos.
If Hesintos didn't eat, he would lose directly.
If he did, he would be ntally shaken and then slain by the Mad Love Demon King.
It was a dead end either way.
After experiencing heartbreak, if it were ordinary beings, they would have reached the Great Love Poet's kill line long ago, now even more, the Eighth-order Mad Love Demon King.
In the crucial mont of a life-and-death battle with Loren, Hesintos suffered cardiovascular damage, despite his efforts to reverse causality and heal himself, he beca angrier while healing, turning increasingly mad, almost completely unable to think.
Finally.
Just as Hesintos couldn't move.
Loren's recovered heavenly divine punishnt landed completely on Hesintos this ti.
The bright light illuminated the entire battlefield like the sun.
The light contained the purest natural disaster force attempting to annihilate everything.
When all elental forces gathered, transford back into the original natural power, it was also a divine catastrophe and punishnt.
In the center of the blazing light, a terrifying vortex attempted to swallow everything, exploding with millions of rays brighter than any fusion of black and white.
Ancient night and eternal day converged here.
Under the dazzling white light, silence, boundless silence, replaced the expected deafening roar.
When the blast sound finally appeared, resonating throughout the Holy Astore Barrier, all victories were finally settled.
Everyone silently held their breath, watching the smoke disperse quietly.
They saw—
At the center of the battlefield, there was only the serene Loren, and Hesintos, lying motionless on the scorched earth.
In the capital Brilda, on all the giant city screens, there was only the victory broadcast of the assault team, and the performance of the Legendary Songstress declaring victory.
The Canopy Barrier began to dissipate and break apart, transforming into tiny crystal fragnts.
Snowflakes descending from the sky, straight beams criss-crossing among them, illuminating the cloud layers.
At this mont, the snowy scenery is summoning—
A Peaceful South Continent opened up to a new era!
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