As the magical light gradually dissipated, the night wind poured into the floor from the hole. The wind blew across everyone's cheeks, causing the dazed people to quickly sober up. The hand that had been holding the equipment was slowly withdrawn, leaving only the damaged front end of the equipment's muzzle.
Finally, the wall where a small hole had appeared was directly and completely broken open by a fist. Aslan stretched lazily, looked at the pitch-black passage that was only illuminated by the light of magic, and couldn't help but purse his lips. He then gently snapped his fingers, and the magical energy condensed into a ball of light, which quickly flew to the position of the broken light.
At that moment, the dim corridor was completely lit up by the magical energy. It was just that this action seemed to have scared the magus who had summoned the golem a little. After all, this action would consume a large amount of magical energy, and at the same time, required a powerful and meticulous control of magical energy. After all, that was just pure magical energy, pure magical energy!! This was simply more absurd than extracting magical energy crystals from the air!
Those who could do this were the strongest among the strong. Why would such a strong person come to protect this little brat who had obtained the treasure of the legendary blacksmith? This little brat should not be able to afford such a bodyguard.
Most importantly, the magus hidden in the dark, after seeing the existence of these two people, was a young-looking golden-haired young man. His mentality had collapsed a little. It couldn't be that old monster who was pretending to be young, right? Otherwise, how could an ordinary young man have such magical energy and control over it?
Aslan, following the direction of the flow of the golem's magical energy, looked at a position, and then a strange smile appeared on his face. "That's right, you guessed it."
Although he didn't know what the magus hidden in the dark was thinking in his heart right now, he estimated it was only those few points. It was nothing more than that he was very strong, nothing more than why he looked so young. Anyway, the other party was definitely imagining his own strength. Since that was the case, there was no problem with him taking it all in.
Anyway, for these magi, he was simply a natural disaster. His own strength, placed in this era, was also definitely beyond doubt. As long as the strongest defense was still in his own hands, from a pure combat power point of view, he already had the capital to be confident.
Arrogance? It was just a fact.
"Who on earth are you, Your Excellency?"
Aslan didn't turn his head, but just kept staring into the darkness. Finally, he lifted his own hand. "A little rat that can only hide in the darkness has no right to know my name. Just sink into the darkness forever!"
A dagger was taken out from his Mystic Code by Aslan, and then this dagger was thrown out with all his might by him. Aslan, who had the blood of a dragon, the power he threw with all his might could be imagined. This dagger directly pierced through the floor of this building, and then deeply stabbed into a certain pedestal of this building.
Then, the entire dagger began to rapidly transform. It was like a chain that locked onto this pedestal, and at the same time, it also completely locked the escape route of the magus who was hidden in the pedestal and thought that no one knew where he was.
He actually knew where I was! This magus had originally just thought that Aslan's casual glance before was just a coincidence. But looking at it now, how could it be a coincidence? This was simply that the other party really had the strength. This time, he had kicked an iron plate. But he seemed to have overlooked something. The ability that this golden-haired magus had used, how did it look so much like a transforming weapon?
A bold idea appeared in this magus's heart. Could it be that he had run into the real deal?
It was just that before this magus could think about anything in detail, a powerful explosive force tore his body apart. The remaining thoughts could only be entrusted to the next life.
With the death of the magus, the magical golems that had been constantly advancing naturally all stopped in their tracks. From the appearance of these golems alone, if they were all to jump up from the ground, they could probably also be sold as works of art for a good price.
In any case... they had survived. For the two young men, this was good news.
Shinji lifted his head and looked at the golden-haired young man who had saved them and had done all this as if it were effortless. He gently swallowed, then straightened his own appearance, and quickly got out of Sigma's princess carry. He then bowed to Aslan. "Thank you so much, Senior!"
In any case, there was nothing wrong with calling someone stronger than oneself "Senior." Whether they were older than oneself or stronger than oneself, it could have a good explanation. After all, the elder is the teacher, and the master is the teacher.
Aslan smiled and patted the shoulders of the two. "No need to be so formal. In the end, I and your elders are also acquaintances. Although your elders might not want to see me, that is. Also, the trouble has really only just begun."
These ordinary magi, if they were killed, they were killed. Even the families behind these magi might not dare to really jump out and say anything. Therefore, for these existences, as long as he had absolute strength, he could suppress them. But then again, there was also an exception, and that was someone who had relative authority in a team.
For example, the Mage's Association... Of course, the Atlas Institute in the Mage's Association was more just for researching all sorts of Mystic Codes, while the Wandering Sea was more a reclusive place for some who wanted to pursue their own long-cherished wishes and seriously study magic. The one who liked to cause trouble in such matters was only... the Clock Tower.
Just as Kenneth had felt after experiencing something other than internal strife, and indulging in his own hobbies, Aslan also wanted to use a sentence from Kenneth to summarize it, and that was—the Clock Tower is really rotten to the core!
An alchemist quickly built a staircase with alchemy. She wore a professional suit, held a file in her hand, and was followed by a magus bodyguard. The middle-aged woman, with glasses on her face and bright makeup, was quickly walking towards this floor.
From that face alone, one could probably tell what kind of attitude this middle-aged woman had towards the outside world. After all, the face is the index of the mind. This sentence was not just said casually.
Not just Aslan, but also Shinji and Sigma, after seeing this woman, had the same thought.
Rigid, and perhaps even a bit difficult to deal with. At a glance, it was clear that she was the type who often used her identity as a manager of the Clock Tower to socialize with the outside world. Perhaps her catchphrase was to directly say, when the other party was disobedient, "Ban! On behalf of the Clock Tower, I will absolutely ban you!"