After hearing the news, Avril was immediately anxious and wanted to fly back to the Magic Academy, but was pulled directly away by Curry.
How can middle and low-level professionals like them intervene in a mentor-level battle? Any fallout may kill them.
"I have sent someone to ask for Bishop Ella. He should be there soon to provide support."
Curry quickly explained.
These words barely made Avril calm down.
"The only thing we can do now is wait."
Mrs. Asuna also grabbed Emily and said repeatedly.
Avril pointed at the professionals who kept pouring out of the city and asked dissatisfiedly: "What are those people doing?"
"They're going to the theater."
Brooke didn't know when he appeared here, with a gloomy and terrifying expression. He had already reached the peak of the Great Sword Master and would be able to reach the mentor level by the end of this year. He never thought that such a thing would happen.
Without Mr. Amuro, there would be no Brooke now, and he would never allow such a thing to happen.
But now he is still too weak to intervene in this level of battle.
If you give him a little more time.
Brooke clenched his fists and his eyes were red.
He secretly swore in his heart that if Mr. Amuro was good and bad, after he broke through the mentor level, he would assassinate them one by one until he killed all these hateful guys.
Even if you die, you will not hesitate.
On Amuro's magic tower, Medea was sitting in the living room drinking black tea and looking boredly at the magic books of the central countries.
With her here, the strength of the magic shield has been increased by more than one level, and the magic power consumed is not even one-tenth of the original shield. If you really plan to rely on magic power consumption to deplete the shield, several magisters from Bo Guonen will have to use it up.
Death is powerless.
The plasma cannon fired from time to time, and Aslan's gun staff also began to snipe. In this situation of conscious avoidance, it would be too difficult to kill him with one shot unless he used a powerful attack at the Grand Master level.
The two sides were in a stalemate until Medea suddenly raised her head and looked to the north.
"This farce can finally end.
Nearly twenty elves flew over Amuro Magic Academy.
The terrifying Grand Instructor-level aura instantly dispersed and enveloped the entire Magic Academy.
Bo Daien and the others, who were still attacking, trembled and looked at the sky with expressions of disbelief.
The top experts in Chester also felt this powerful aura.
"Grand Mentor Level Powerful One!"
Marquis Dwyane was the first to react.
In one step, he appeared in the sky above Chester. Not only him, but also four mentor-level experts from the Chester Police Department were already in the sky. Everyone looked at each other, and soon the church also sent experts.
The white-haired, aging priest.
"Your Majesty St. Paul!"
When Marquis Dwyane saw him coming, he immediately touched his chest and saluted.
Others followed and saluted.
"Dwyane, you are only one step away from reaching the level of Grand Instructor."
After St. Paul finished speaking, his face instantly became solemn.
"What happened to these two great mentor-level experts?"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone who had been calm at first changed again. The reason why they were still so calm was precisely because there was St. Paul, a great mentor-level priest, sitting in charge. If there were two of them, they would really be in danger.
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At Amuro Magic Academy, Vegeta turned his head like a mechanical gear, with a look of fear on his face.
The great mentor-level expert who appears here at this moment cannot possibly be one of our own.
When he saw that the visitors were all elves, he breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly: "I wonder where your highness comes from? Where are you going?"
Elitelina shouted coldly.
"What have you done?"
As soon as he said this, Medoriya took action decisively, accompanied by more than a dozen mentor-level elf powerhouses.
Aishenko, who had been fishing for a long time, knelt down on the ground decisively and shouted: "My master is Amuro Ray Clement."
As soon as he said these words, the beam of light that could have directly killed him fell on his right hand, shooting a bottomless hole into the ground next to his palm.
When the smoke cleared, Aixinke looked at the twelve companions who had come together, all of whom had their heads blown off, and his body was shaking even more.
"Sir, you killed so many mentor-level experts like me, Chester, when you came here. What do you mean?"
St. Paul saw the menacing elves, and the sound came before the people.
Two great mentor-level experts and a dozen or so mentor-level masters. To be able to dispatch such a large lineup must be a large elven tribe with a population of more than 100,000.
"This college was founded by my disciples. They smashed my college in front of me. Should I kill them?"
Iletelina, who has only the fifth-best combat experience, is definitely the king of words when it comes to the right to speak.
St. Paul frowned slightly, but the mentor-level princes who followed them all felt turbulent in their hearts.
They never expected that Amuro actually had a great mentor-level teacher, and he was also a big shot in the Elf race.
Marquis Dwyane also looked at Aslan with a slightly strange look.
St. Paul folded the sacred scriptures in his hands and said with a cold face: "Your Excellency, are you acting too tyrannically?"
"Killing them would be overbearing, then it would be reasonable for them to want to kill my students. Old guy, aren't you being too double-standard!"
Elitelina's words left St. Paul speechless.
Marquis Dwyane took the opportunity to speak and said: "Your Excellency is right, they took action first and should be killed."
Anyway, in the eyes of Marquis Dwyane, the people are already dead and there is no need to stand up for them anymore.
No, not all of them were dead, there was still Aixinke kneeling on the ground.
This guy is really lucky. He participated in two operations against Amuro, but he was still safe and sound.
St. Paul said nothing. He was very clear about the agreement reached between the Omniscient Church and the elves. In future religious wars, the elves will not intervene to favor one side. Likewise, the Omniscient Church must provide assistance to the elves if it is not necessary.
Enough face and dignity.
"That's pretty much it."
Only then did Elitelina nod with satisfaction.
Medoriya waved her hand, and a group of elves flew towards the magic tower. However, at the moment when the shield in the magic tower opened, Medoriya stopped here. She saw the lazy-eyed Medea staring straight at her.
Elitelina.
Because the ultra-level aura was not released, everyone present did not notice Medea's presence, and Iletelina, who had her back turned to Medea, did not even notice him.
"He's very playful! Your teacher."
Medea said something sinister, and Aslan immediately sat down.
He wanted to say, I didn't know about this and it wasn't me.
But if Aslan really dares to say that, then Elitelina will end up very miserable.
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