The Bizarre Wizarding World-Chapter 793 - 472 Indifference (5k)_3

Whoosh!

"Ugh!"

A sharp golden gleam slashed across the left arm, breaking through the defense shield above. Yeats grunted in pain, his thoughts interrupted.

"You must destroy the Witch Array now!" the Pope’s voice came again from the sky.

Yeats’s expression gradually twisted into one of madness, and the obscure golden light in his eyes almost completely filled his pupils, "Everyone shall bow before the Divine, including you!"

He charged at Lance with a furious shout!

Lance was not the least bit afraid; as a genius wizard, he had never been afraid of Yeats!

"Damn it!"

But at that moment, Ryden’s voice suddenly erupted with a violent roar from the distance.

"I’m coming to assist you!"

Looking back, he saw a bishop had successfully breached Ryden’s defenses with the help of his allies and was now charging towards the Solid Wall Witch Array!

A gleam of joy flashed across Yeats’s face, "You take care of this wizard; I’ll go and destroy the Solid Wall Witch Array!"

He immediately withdrew from the battle, and Lance’s expression darkened slightly, wanting to pursue and intercept, but in the next instant, the bishop who had broken through the defense line appeared before him, sneering:

"Your opponent is me!"

...

"Get lost!"

Yeats, gasping for breath, waved his hand to kill the Expanding Wall plan wizard who rushed towards him like moths to a flame.

Those wizards, at most Second Rank, lacked the power to resist in his presence.

Above the Witch Array, the golden column could no longer be called a column; it stretched to both sides and now gradually resembled a wall.

The dazzling golden light, mixed with the blood and flesh raised by combat, caught Yeats’s eye.

Somehow, he always felt a bit dazed, and once again, the final scenes of his escape from Hoy Island surfaced in his mind.

At that time, his mentor was leading him away over the Sea Domain.

A Fourth Rank Wizard’s escape speed was extremely fast, but even faster was a Pope, enhanced by a Divine avatar’s power.

"We cannot continue like this, Yeats." Over the azure Sea Domain, the mentor sighed and then summoned a soul-devouring Gold Marlin, stretching his own arm into its gaping mouth.

This was an extremely precious Sea Domain Demon Beast. After consuming a sufficient quality of souls, it could perform a long-distance teleport that was nearly undisturbed by Divine Power.

But at that moment, Yeats turned his head to look back at Hoy Island.

The true avatar of the Gold and Molten Rock lord revealed itself, a Molten Giant clad in luxurious armor, stepping onto Hoy Island, bringing death and molten rock.

Its enormous figure was clearly visible even from the distant Sea Domain.

Just as Yeats stared blankly at the familiar Hoy Island trembling under its mighty presence.

An almost tangible gaze suddenly fell upon him.

The Gold and Molten Rock lord had suddenly turned its gaze towards him.

A pair of indifferent golden eyes imprinted themselves in Yeats’s mind.

"Ah!" He let out a cry of pain, golden tears streaming from his eyes.

When he came to his senses, Yeats was astonished to find himself sitting atop the soul-devouring Gold Marlin, with his mentor looking at him in shock, a noticeable charred mark on his chest.

And in his own hands lingered the ripple of Magic Power that had yet to dissipate.

"What have you done, Yeats?" his mentor asked, his complexion deathly pale.

To allow the Gold Marlin to break through the Divine’s spatial blockade and successfully escape with them, this Fourth Rank Wizard had paid a significant price.

"I..." Yeats was bewildered.

"Heh heh! There’s no escape for you, wizard!"

Just then, the Pope suddenly caught up to them, and a sense of panic surged in Yeats’s heart, and he subconsciously activated the Gold Marlin...

...

In the days that followed, although alive, Yeats was constantly troubled by this memory, even developing into nightmares.

Of course, it seemed clear now that a Divine was behind this, although Yeats was not aware.

Just like at this moment, although Yeats recalled these memories without any distortion or change, his feelings about them had become completely different.

The struggling expression on his face vanished, and the obscure golden light in his eyes grew brighter as he muttered in a low voice, "No, I did nothing wrong..."

Buzz—

The Magic Power in his hands surged as Yeats gazed at the Solid Wall Witch Array in front of him with an increasingly resolute stare.

"Everyone shall bow before the Divine, sooner or later!"

Boom!!

"Ugh!" Suddenly, Yeats was sent flying backward, tumbling to the ground like a kite with its string cut!

A somewhat ragged figure appeared in front of the Solid Wall Witch Array—it was Colin!

He breathed heavily, his Wizard Robe torn and tattered, his body covered with wounds, and most strikingly, a diagonal slash across his left chest nearly split him in two.

However, under the power of strong self-healing, he was gradually recovering.

Seeing this from a distance, Ryden, who had been anxiously looking on, couldn’t help but cry out in surprise, "I admit it, Colin, you are more formidable!"

Mill also showed a delighted expression in mid-air.

"It seems your plan has failed." She watched the Pope in front of her, and behind her, streams of water suddenly surged.

The oncoming fury of the waves finally arrived!

In the blink of an eye, Renlai Square seemed to plunge under the sea, covered by massive waves.

A domain formed by the raging waters had been established!

"It’s complete!"

Simultaneously, a jubilant cheer erupted from the square below.

"The Solid Wall Witch Array has been thoroughly completed!"

Pope Kanilunka’s complexion utterly changed, and Mill couldn’t help but smile.

But soon, she felt something was off.

Kanilunka’s expression was not ugly but filled with panic, sheer panic!

"No, you can’t do this... No, my lord, have mercy... My lord!"

He covered his head, muttering to himself.

"Ah!" Pope Kanilunka then suddenly screamed in agony.

Bang!!

Endless flames erupted from his body!

Some of the flames took on a gold-like solid appearance, looking like blossoms of flame flowering on his body.

This process lasted but an instant.

Gold-like flames floated around Kanilunka.

He stopped screaming; his expression turned calm again, and his eyes became filled with indifference...

An indifference that belonged solely to the Divine!