Chapter 686: Twin-Looking Tower Izeluma was completely defeated
However, as an excellent magician, Bailon was not idle, but was recovering from his injuries. The achievements of Olga Marie and Gray actually aroused his competitive spirit.
This is Iseluma's war. If Animusfia's people are allowed to steal the spotlight, Iseluma will also be disgraced.
"Damn, uh..."
The magicians of Gary Asta collapsed on the ground. The connection between the magic circuits, including muscles, nerves and the brain was briefly cut off. They lost the command of the brain and the body naturally lost control.
"Feel sorry……"
Gray whispered softly, but if she was asked to choose a side again, she would still do so.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on with this unpleasant situation?"
The falling raindrops blocked the line of sight, and the already dark forest was gradually shrouded in true darkness that only a magician's eyes could see through. In that darkness, the brown-skinned young man slowly looked around at the battle situation.
Seeing this scene, Atram?? Gary Asta couldn't help but shook his head, his mouth twisted, and he seemed to be smiling.
But then he sighed very helplessly.
"I thought you would have reached the Twin Towers after such a long time... It seems something unexpected happened."
After hearing his words, the faces of the magicians who collapsed on the ground showed expressions of fear, but they couldn't control their bodies at all, so they could only show such expressions.
"Ah haha, as expected of Animusfia. She actually has such power. What a headache."
Atram?? Gary Asta sighed again, and set his eyes on Olga Marie, looking at her up and down, as if he was admiring some kind of precious treasure.
Olga Marie didn't like this naked gaze.
"Atram?? Gary Asta, it seems that after staying in the Middle East for so long, the sand there has replaced your brain."
Olga Marie was strictly forbidden to squint slightly and did not relax her guard at all.
Gray looked at Atram?? Gary Asta. Just hearing the name made her feel the smell of a foreign land. The dry sand. The hot air that burned her skin. The big knife that curved like a crescent moon. Now
Seeing him in person deepened this impression.
"The sand has replaced the brain... Miss Olga Marie, you are really humorous."
Atram?? Gary Asta shrugged, then looked at the head of the Byron family aside, a smile appeared on his face.
It's just that this smile looks a little helpless. According to his plan, he should have reported his home at the Twin Towers, the general base of Izaluma.
"Why did you Gary Asta start this war?"
The head of the Bailon family calmly looked at Atram in front of him. The burns on his body had basically healed, and his magic power had also recovered. It would at least be okay to fight.
"Why start a war?"
Seemingly not hearing what Bailon said clearly, Atlam repeated it, then opened his mouth wide and let out a hearty laugh.
"Didn't you Izeluma start the war? When you Izeluma made up your mind to take pictures of that cursed object, you declared war on us, Gari Asta."
Standing on the wet forest floor, he spread his arms and declared pretendingly.
"War, war, war, ah - what a barbaric sound! How sad and deplorable it is that the prestigious Izeluma has made such a choice!"
"Incomprehensible - what a bunch of savages."
The head of the Bailon family said in a low voice. Just because of that kind of thing, he started a war without authorization. It would be an exaggeration to call him a madman.
"Actually, if you, Izeluma, hand over that cursed object, this war can still be avoided, but..."
Atram raised his voice and looked at the Twin Towers not far away.
"I didn't expect Iseluma to be so vulnerable. It's really beyond my expectation. In fact, it's up to me to get it myself when you give it to me. Looking at it this way, there's no difference."
"Aren't you afraid of arousing Ms. Inola's wrath by doing this? Provoking our Baru Yerretta is not something a smart person should do."
Bailon raised his voice and continued to ask.
"Lord Balueretta? That old woman? I know what you are thinking, but haven't you ever thought about why I came here and the monarch Baluyeleta hasn't appeared yet?"
As if he had seen through Bailon's thoughts, Atram smiled slightly.
Patriarch Bailon's heart sank suddenly, but he didn't show it, but the hesitation in his eyes revealed what he was thinking in his heart.
"Admit it, Master Bailon, Izeluma has been abandoned by Baluyereta. If you surrender to me now, it will be good for everyone. There is also a place for Izeluma in Garry Asta."
"impossible--!"
The head of the Bailon family shook his head violently, as if to get Atram's words out of his mind.
"Izeluma is an important branch of Baluyereta. Ms. Inola will not abandon us."
"Tsk——"
Seeing the way that the head of the Bailon family tried to deny it, Atram shook his head and smacked his lips.
"That's the truth. It's easy to deceive others, but it's difficult to deceive yourself. Master Bailong, you clearly know what's going on."
"Do you all talk so much? If I remember correctly, you guys all greet people with scimitars, right?"
Seeing Atlam's behavior, Olga Marie pursed her lips and interrupted him.
"I didn't expect Miss Olga Marie to know so much about our customs. It's really surprising."
"So? Why did Gary Asta provoke our Animusfia? In your eyes, is Animusfia a weak target that can be dealt with together?"
"How is it possible? I respect Animusfia very much."
Atram pretended to bow, and then continued.
"But, there is something I need to know, so I have to come to ask for advice in person. In fact, attacking Izeluma can only be regarded as an appetizer, and the fight with you Animusfia is the main meal."
"Just relying on weather magic and those shabby imitation dolls?"
Olga Marie's words also became sharper, no longer as calm as before, as if they were sharp knives trying to cut through Atram's defense.
"If you think these can defeat Animusfia, then I really doubt how Gary Ashtar has survived for two centuries."
"--How can it be?"
Atram couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"But it definitely won't work with things like that. They are just the icing on the cake, and the real main force is of course myself."