Lu Silan hurriedly chased him out of the door, only to find that Arnold ran away into the distance after simply venting his anger in the manor.
The bodies of several servants were thrown carelessly into the courtyard, leaving nothing but chaos on the road.
...
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
boom--
Two strong hind limbs stepped on the ground, leaving clearly visible traces on the ground with each step.
This body makes this life feel painful.
Intense hatred and irritability fill all consciousness of this life.
revenge--
destroy--
Jorgan——!!!
It roared and roared forward.
Except for the two Zorgans behind it, it can see, because of strong anger, strong resentment - it can see!
Opposite the city-state in front of you, there is Zolgen!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" He suddenly caught a glimpse of a huge house not far from the road, and subconsciously ran towards the house.
This is a leather factory.
"Ahhhh——"
Boom boom boom——!!!
The hard body made of magic power and minerals crashed into the tannery.
I don’t need to say more about what will happen when a terrifying monster meets a hungry, defenseless factory worker.
Arnold's body was soaked in blood, and the tannery still echoed with the wailing and crying of the survivors.
Arnold's compound eyes made of magical power stared at the person in front of him.
This man was chubby and trembling with fear.
"No...no...don't kill me...ahhhhh-!!!"
A blue-white, flame-like magic breath was spat out from Arnold's mouth, and the chubby tannery owner who sold him to Selim was directly turned into charcoal in this breath.
It is the product of error.
What it does is naturally wrong.
After destroying the tannery, Arnold continued towards the Zolgen family estate opposite London.
It has no reason, and there can be no reason.
It doesn't know right or wrong, it only relies on instinct to crazily destroy everything in front of it.
...
On the other side, it is located in the Clock Tower on the outskirts of London.
"Mr. El-Melloi!"
Bang——
The door to Mark's office was slammed open, and a young magician appeared at the door, looking anxious.
"What happened to make you so panicked?" Mark looked at his student dissatisfied.
"Just now, just now -" he controlled his violent breathing and pointed outside, "the observation familiar sent a message. A powerful magic reaction appeared outside the city of London and is now heading towards the city!"
"Powerful magic reaction? What is it?" Maximilian frowned slightly.
"I don't know, but the magic reaction is very big! So big - even stronger than most fantasy species!" The student organized his own words.
"What!?" Mark stood up suddenly, "Does Barthelmero know?"
"The candidate for the dean also knows that, in other words, except for the three monarchs, Monarch Animusfia, Monarch Meastia, and Monarch Baluyeretta, who are not in the clock tower for the time being, all the others are still in the clock tower.
The monarchs of the tower, including the dean, have all been informed!"
At this moment, Maximilian Ermelo Kuzzak received a magical message.
"...The Crowning Conference?" He frowned and murmured, "Why should we hold the Crowning Conference at this time?"
"Is it... because of the magical reaction of being close to London?" A drop of cold sweat flowed down his face.
Without delay, he hurriedly set off for the conference room.
...
In panic, Arnold tore apart the city gates of London and broke into London in blood.
Facing this terrifying monster, people panicked and fled in all directions.
Arnold spit out a white magic breath from his mouth, and the entire street was almost ignited, with flames and screams filling the street.
The people who were ignited were struggling and turned into bones and charcoal in just a few seconds. Arnold's huge fist filled with magic power hit the ground, and the surrounding area was shaking for more than ten meters.
The house collapsed and was set on fire.
The roars of monsters, the cries of people, and the crackling sounds of burning flames.
Officials quickly organized personnel to stop the monster, but the monster was too powerful and no one could stop it.
“Ahhhhhh————!!!”
Arnold's palm slapped away a trembling controller, and the man hit the broken wall on the roadside like a torn bag, leaving no chance of survival.
Arnold frantically released his desire for destruction, and white waves of flames spurted out.
Terror enveloped London.
...
"Measures must be taken immediately." The monarch of this generation, Tremberio, said seriously, "Now that strange creature has entered London, and according to speculation, the direction it is heading towards is our clock tower, whether it is
For both the clock tower and the civilians, we must resolve this trouble."
"I have no objection. In fact, our family's magician has already set off." Lord Bartholomew sighed, "The information I have here shows that the energy level of that creature is almost the same as that of the most powerful fantasy species.
, if it wants, it can raze the entire city of London to the ground at any time."
"Perhaps there are some concerns? Or is it that it is not fully using its own power? Anyway, it is obviously in the weak stage now, or it may be in the infancy stage?" Lord El-Melloi knocked on the table.
"On the one hand, we need to stop the progress of this creature. On the other hand, we need to know where this monster comes from." Brisisan, the monarch of this generation, sighed, "How can a creature of this level still exist?
It exists on the surface, shouldn't it have been regarded as a mystery and cut into the inside of the world?"
"In short, we must eliminate this threat first." Lord Gaius Ling looked at Lord Bartholomew, "As for other things, we should put them aside."
The nine monarchs who were still in the clock tower nodded together.
Magicians, take action.
They have only one goal.
That is to eradicate the monsters, protect the safety of the Clock Tower, then protect the safety of London, and then ensure that the mystery is not leaked.
On the outskirts of London, on the other side, is the destroyed Jolgen family estate.
Selim, who was lying in the ruins, slowly opened his eyes.
"Uh-well..." Selim pushed away the magic equipment covering himself and burying himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sat up.
"What... happened?" He stroked his head, "Wasn't it just..."
"Master." Lu Silan's expression was gloomy, his head lowered, still kneeling next to Selim.