Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 914 - 597: Frenzied Banquet (Part 3)

"I'm not really sure where she went either, haha..."

Fingerley smiled awkwardly again, and it was obvious to anyone that he was hiding something.

However, before Luluwo could continue to ask, a chaotic noise came from the celebrating crowd.

Was there a dispute?

Everyone perked up to listen carefully; no one disliked gossip.

"Without that final magic, it's impossible they could have inflicted such severe injuries on Latan, which is why I keep saying magic is amazing, magic is invincible!"

"Without someone stalling, that time magic wouldn't even be unleashed, and besides, the Sword Saint and the Hero weren't even going all out. How do you know they're inferior to magic?"

"That was a magic created by several Magic Professors together, those professors combined are comparable to Master Younka, so of course, magic made the biggest contribution."

This sounded like another common dispute in the Warrior Country about whether magic or warriors were stronger. Leon and the others had heard it so many times that they found it boring.

"It seems like people here treat magic as a belief in their arguments, unwilling to let it be tarnished even a bit. It makes me feel uncomfortable," Maru sharply commented.

Everyone deeply felt the same.

There were similar disputes on the Yanor Kingdom side, but the arguments were purely about who was stronger or weaker; whoever was stronger was praised, whoever was weaker was criticized, reminiscent of social Darwinism.

But the disputes here in the Warrior Country... seemed more like a group of people defending the modified magic by Master Younka, which they believed in deeply. What they might be praising in arguments wasn't 'magic,' but 'Younka's magic,' giving off an odd impression.

Was it a bit like idolizing?

Such disputes usually fizzled out, but now things were different, as everyone was still in the afterglow of the Battle Festival.

So the brainless worshippers of Younka's magic were quickly counterattacked by the crowd, leaving them stunned and speechless.

What happened? Weren't there more people supporting me before? Has the era changed so fast?

He was at a loss for words under the barrage and made a final attempt to shout:

"Even if you say that, that Super Forbidden Curse is still strong, even Master Younka may not recreate it. Your praised Sain Dungeon has no countermeasures!"

"Oh no, there is."

Suddenly, from the crowd emerged Steeran, chewing fresh vegetables while passing by.

"What evidence do you have!?"

"(Chomp chomp) I was involved in the entire development of the Super Forbidden Curse (chomp chomp). There's footage from that time, see for yourself."

Steeran casually activated the Image Stone, and an image appeared before them.

It was of her, wearing a bomb suit yet still looking terrified, holding the Silver Shield at the first field test site for the Super Forbidden Curse explosion.

When the Super Forbidden Curse exploded, Steeran, with a deathly expression, swung the Silver Shield. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Topps Force Field activated in an instant.

The white light of the Super Forbidden Curse shooting skyward vanished in a blink, leaving only the shockwave from the initial detonation, with the Silver Shield cracking in response.

"This is the worth of Topps (chomp chomp)."

The magic supporter watched for a long time, then collapsed to the ground, hearing the sound of his faith shattering in the sky.

When witnessing the collapse of what one firmly believes in, even the strongest faith will fracture.

"After all, I don't understand why they hold such high regard for magic in the first place..."

Leon's retort faded into the din of the banquet, which continued.

Meanwhile, in the Imperial Capital.

The Imperial Capital, set to host the War Festival tomorrow, was illuminated by beacon fires, filled with the atmosphere of war.

Resolute traditionalists, the old King Fred of the Warrior Country, paced nervously in his chamber, his old face filled with anxiety, frequently glancing outside the Imperial Capital.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, scratching his head and shouting in anger and despair:

"Where are the Temude people! Where are the Mission People! Where did they go!"

"Why are they all gone!?"