The Bizarre Wizarding World

The remnants of the Divine lingering in the Extreme North are merely remnants after all.

As long as the Wizards wish to, there is absolutely no chance they cannot be eliminated.

It's just... casualties are unavoidable.

Booster and Gard flew silently at the front, with the Wizards of the Nolan Continent following behind them.

In terms of numbers, they've already decreased by a quarter compared to before.

The Wizards' total assault this time had no special strategy, they simply kept tightening the front lines inward.

As if an invisible giant hand, closing in, thoroughly sweeping the Extreme North.

In such a situation, there will always be a point where this invisible hand first encounters the gathered Divine Believers.

The direction Booster and Gard were responsible for was such a dangerous direction.

And the facts proved this true.

"Have you informed all our comrades?" Booster quietly transmitted to Gard.

The latter's expression remained unchanged, similarly transmitting back, "Yes, the orders have been delivered to everyone."

"That's good, if there's any irresistible danger later, the two of us will feign an attack, waiting for the Wizards on the flanks to support us."

In the transmission, Booster spoke in a heavy tone, "Remember, we must also prioritize survival."

"I understand." Gard's eyes were calm, his expression extraordinarily resolute.

If those familiar family and friends from Nolan hadn't already passed away, they would be shocked to see Gard's current demeanor.

...

Lentria was positioned at the rear of the entire Wizard troop, gazing at the slowly advancing forces with a serious expression.

At this time, the front line had already been pushed deep into the Extreme North, southeast of him was Graham City, already searched before encountering the Divine Believers.

As the earlier intelligence suggested, those Divine Believers had not occupied that Wizard City.

They easily reclaimed Graham.

However, as they continued to push forward, they also successfully discovered the Divine Believers... Lentria pondered this, his brows gradually furrowing.

Those Divine Believers, rather than being discovered by them, seemed more like they actively came to... block the way?

Images of the Divine Believers' words before death flashed in Lentria's mind.

What conspiracy was the Lord of Winter still brewing?

He looked ahead; under the pitch-black sky, the white ice field was equally dark.

...

Boom!

The avatar of the Lord of Winter collided into the solid ice wall in a sorry state, his ancient face covered with scars.

"This kind of power is absolutely not a force that a Wizard can possess." The Lord of Winter muttered softly as he looked at Colin.

Swoosh!

The sharp ice lance shot out from the ice wall behind him; he did not dodge, allowing the ice lance to pierce through his now ethereal body.

Under the continuous attack from Colin and Shelley, this avatar of his had long reached its end.

Continuing to fight would merely result in being beaten for nothing.

"This world can still birth anomalies like you..." He looked deeply at Colin, "The golden Solid Wall cannot protect you forever... I will return."

As he spoke, the towering blue giant began to collapse from his feet upward, disappearing into the air.

The only bit of azure divinity left also withered rapidly, turning gray and cracked before Colin could move forward to inspect, finally dispersing into a puff of black smoke, fading into the air.

"Is this... Tainted Babbling?" Colin said somewhat uncertainly, after pondering for a moment, cautiously activating his Supersensitive Vision.

And the scene revealed under Supersensitive Vision confirmed his suspicions.

Where the Lord of Winter died, the density of Tainted Babbling was significantly thicker than elsewhere!

If other places appeared as a light gray fog, this place was dense black smoke!

However, this "black smoke" was also spreading to areas with lower concentration around it at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually dissipating.

Retracting his gaze, Colin looked at Shelley, who closed her eyes and sat quietly beside him after the Lord of Winter's avatar died, and suddenly thought of something.

"We still don't know where Lord Silvester is?"

With a slight heaviness in his heart, Colin turned to observe the surroundings, trying to find any trace of Silvester's presence.

However, before he could examine closely, he heard Shelley beside him stand up and say in a low voice:

"I know where the mentor is..."

Colin turned his head.

In his view, Shelley stared blankly ahead at the ice cave, her slightly red eyes conspicuous against her snow-white skin.

"Lord Silvester, he..." Colin was slightly stunned.

Crack, crack.

The ice wall to his left suddenly began to move, the deep-blue ice blocks shifting continuously to the sides, quickly forming a deep passageway.

Shelley said nothing, merely flying forward slowly.

The slender silhouette of this white ice Elf seemed particularly haggard at this moment.

A layer of gloom gradually covered Colin's heart.

In this glacier, perhaps his power surpassed Shelley's, but his perception was far inferior.

But now, seeing Shelley's current state... Colin's heart continued to sink.

A moment later.

The two of them passed through the ice crystal tunnel to the top of the glacier.

Shelley took a few more steps forward, bent down, and picked up a shattered emblem from the ground.

Amid the Eye of Blizzard, an incomparable silence reigned, with only the gentle sounds of the breeze.

Colin stepped forward silently, standing shoulder to shoulder with Shelley, staring at the shattered emblem before them.