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However, such a charming beauty, in the eyes of the gold mage, was as terrifying as the demon from the hell.

Looking at the woman in front of him, the gold mage gritted his teeth and shouted madly, “I’ll kill you!”

Looking at the tall horse that was charging at him, Artemis still smiled faintly and was a little angry.

Perhaps feeling bored, Artemis didn’t waste any more time and waved her hand.

At the same time, the black horse that was rushing over suddenly stiffened in the shape of running. From the head, the horse had actually turned into pieces and dissipated with the wind. Then came the horse’s neck, the reins, and the terrified gold mage on its back. In the blink of an eye, both of them died.

“How dare you call me a devil? Humph, how can I be that kind of lowly creature!”

Looking at the disappearing gold mage with the wind, Artemis snorted coldly and said indignantly.

She clapped her hands and ignored the people who were already numb. She turned around smartly and went out for a trip.

A farce came and went in a hurry. However, everyone knew that two powerful level-4 mages had lost their lives in such a short time.

Soon, what happened at the entrance of the city began to spread in Lister. In everyone’s eyes, besides Athena, there was another goddess that they couldn’t offend.

In the County City.

There was no one on the ground of the huge manor. The previously lively block in front of the manor was also rustled, only some old newspapers and broken leaves fluttering with the wind.

On the door, there was a white seal, indicating that this place had been sealed.

At the top of the highest tower of the manor, two men in black stood there. The strong wind blew, making the two men’s clothes whistle.

The one in the front was a young man. The young man knelt on the ground, his eyes red, and a line of tears fell down from his almost twisted face. From him, one could feel a sense of grief and pain.

Behind the young man was an old man. The old man’s face darkened.

After a long time, the young man finally stopped trembling his shoulder, and the sadness in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by immense hatred.

“It doesn’t matter to collude with the depraved organization or plot to rebel. All I know now is that my Brandon family was destroyed because of Locke Capet, and my father was also killed by Locke Capet!”

The young man clenched his fists, his eyes full of hatred. “I must revenge! I must make the Capet family pay for what they have done!”

Then the young man turned around and looked at the old man behind him. “Teacher, now only you can help me!”

Looking at the young man, there was a rare tenderness in the old man’s gloomy eyes. The young man in front of him, Will Brandon, was his most proud disciple.

After a year’s training, Will came back to make a breakthrough into a level-5 mage. However, what made him angry was that a few days ago, his student seemed to have been hit by something all of a sudden. His unstable aura had been completely chaotic in his body. If he hadn’t found it in time. The student he valued most had probably become useless now.

It turned out that his student’s family had been destroyed. He, Lucas Archibald, who had been working in the Grimm Kingdom for a hundred years, was also a famous figure. Now, such a thing happened to his disciple. How could he stand it?

With a murderous look in his eyes, Lucas said in a gloomy tone, “Whoever dares to hurt your family is against me. Don’t worry. I will help you revenge!”

After a pause, he continued, “The County City is guarded by powerful warriors sent by the royal family, so I have no choice. So we go to Lister first to destroy Locke Capet, and then send people to uproot the whole Capet family!”

Will lowered his head and bowed to Lucas. “Thank you, Mr. Lucas.”

Lucas nodded and then used magic to roll the young man in front of him towards the transmission array.

Lister.

In the practice room of Athena’s Victory Divine Temple, Locke’s eyes were closed and he was floating in the air, surrounded by a purple force.

At the same time, the small universe within his body spun rapidly. The seven stars emitted a faint purple luster, and a line made of purple luster connected the seven stars together. The first six dazzling stars transferred the divine energy to the seventh star through the purple line.

After several battles and practice, the small universe within Locke’s body had risen to another level. He was about to step into the late stage of the seventh sense of the small universe, which was equivalent to a level-6 warrior of the Icacia Continent.

Boom!

With the input of the divine energy of the first six stars, the seventh star emitted a bright light, and the divine energy of the stars became more and more abundant.

At the same time, Locke also released energy. Surging divine power was gathered around the practice room, constantly impacting the surrounding walls. Fortunately, the practice room in the divine temple had an extremely high defense. Otherwise, if it was an ordinary practice room, it might have been completely exploded into pieces.

Boom!

Half an hour later, Locke’s aura of divine power finally reached its peak, and the divine power of the seventh star had completely risen to a new level.

He made it.

Although Locke made a breakthrough, Locke didn’t stop at once. He continued to control the rotation of the stars in the small universe, sending out a little divine power to his whole body so that he could adapt to the increased power more.

Another half an hour later, the practice room returned to peace. Locke slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of surprise in them.

Swoosh!

Locke raised his left palm, and a trace of purple force began to flash in the middle of his palm. At the same time, more divine energy gathered in his palm. In just a few seconds, a ball of divine energy appeared in his palm.

The whole practice room was reflected in purple. And there was a faint sense of danger in the purple ball.

“The power of this miraculous ball should be comparable to the casual attack of a level-6 mage,” Locke estimated after observing carefully for a while.

However, he had to admit that it was indeed a waste of his divine energy to simply condense the ball. Condensing this ball alone would drain one-tenth of his strength.

Shaking his head, Locke raised his hand and vanished into the air.

Now, he had another more important thing that he had always longed for: flying!

Yes, on the Icacia Continent, after being a level-6 practitioner, he was able to fly with enough energy.

Taking a deep breath, Locke immersed himself in the small universe and carefully extracted energy from it.

Then, the controlling divine force appeared under his feet.

As the divine force increased, Locke felt an upward force appear on his feet. At the same time, the power was increasing bit by bit.

Locke’s feet slowly left the ground and his body floated up bit by bit.

Good!

Feeling the support from his feet, Locke couldn’t help but feel ecstatic.

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