Chapter 222 A Little Sister Fell From the Sky
The light from the magic circle grew brighter and brighter. The portal gradually became clearer, even revealing a blurry figure on the other end.
"Good!"
Ayla plunged her wand into the ground, and a barrier made of countless vines instantly rose up, temporarily blocking the tidal wave of attacks. Once a vine was broken, a new one appeared to take its place. For a time, all the mages and guards present were unable to break through.
But this obviously wouldn't last long.
"Found it!!!"
More guards and mages suddenly appeared from the other end of the passage, completely surrounding them in multiple layers.
"Flamme!" Ayla's voice carried a hint of urgency.
She saw it. Above them, a mage was already casting a binding spell. Once released, neither of them would have any chance of escaping.
Just then, Flamme finally completed the teleportation spell.
"Frieren, go!"
The portal floating in the center of the magic circle burst forth with blinding light, and powerful spatial forces instantly locked onto Frieren, who Flamme's weak magical shield had protected. The unconscious girl, along with the faint light shield enveloping her, was instantly sucked into the rotating light gate and vanished.
It was a success!
Both Flamme and Ayla felt a sense of relief.
However, the mage above them had also completed the binding barrier, leaving the two with no chance of escape.
At this moment, the light of the magic circle went out completely, leaving only charred marks on the ground. The air was filled with the burnt smell of excessive magic power dissipation.
Dozens of temple guards and mages dared not be careless. Although they temporarily stopped their attack, they still surrounded Ayla and Flamme in multiple layers, weapons and staffs held at the ready.
Ayla retracted the defensive vines, exposing the two of them to everyone's view.
"This is troublesome. There's a magic barrier up there, so we can't fly," Ayla said to Flamme, her expression hardening.
If Flamme had completed the teleportation spell a few seconds earlier, they could have used flight magic to escape. However, she didn't blame the other party, after all, it was already quite an achievement to complete a directional teleportation spell in such a short time.
"Frieren, she's been sent away. That's enough." Flamme shook her head, and her wand fell to the ground.
Ayla immediately understood what she meant.
Although the two of them could easily break through in their current state, doing so would mean they would have to deal heavy blows to the human guards and mages performing their duties, and might even cause greater chaos, affecting innocent people.
This goes against their original intention to save Frieren, and it is far from what they wanted to see.
"We surrender." Flamme looked at the high-ranking mage leading the group. "We are willing to compensate for the unauthorized use of the barrier's magic, but please believe me, we have no intention of destroying the city; we are only trying to save people."
The leading mage's face was ashen. He looked at the two who had almost drained the barrier's magic power with a complicated expression, then at their surrender, and finally snorted coldly: "Hmph! Take them away and keep them under strict guard. They will await the bishop's and the council's decision!"
If it weren't for the fact that neither of them was a demon, this mage wouldn't have listened to their explanations and would have already mobilized all the mages and priests in the city to kill them both.
The guards quickly stepped forward, shackled the two's wrists, and led them outside. The sound of their chains echoed through the stone passages.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent.
Kurtz and Serie had long since left the magical city and embarked on their journey back. Suddenly, the two of them almost simultaneously looked up.
They sensed an extreme spatial fluctuation, located right above their heads.
"That was…" A hint of doubt flashed in Serie's eyes.
Before she could finish speaking, the space directly above them began to distort violently, tearing through the air with a sound like breaking glass. A small portal of light opened instantly.
The next moment, a slender white figure, as if thrown out, fell straight down from the portal.
"Um?"
Seeing that it seemed to be a shadowy figure, Kurtz reacted instantly. His form blurred, leaving an afterimage in place, and he appeared below the point of impact and spread his arms.
Thump.
The white figure landed precisely in his arms.
"Wow, a little elf master fell from the sky?" Kurtz teased instinctively.
But when he looked down and saw the girl's face in his arms, his smile froze on his face, turning into pure astonishment.
"Frieren!?" he muttered to himself.
The unconscious girl in his arms was none other than the future great mage, the elf with gorgeous long silver-white hair, Frilian.
However, her face was so pale it was almost transparent, and her breath was so weak it was nearly imperceptible.
What's going on?
Kurtz was utterly dumbfounded.
In the original story, at this point in time, Frieren should still be in some elf village. How could she appear here in this way, and with such severe injuries?
"It's a directional teleportation spell, cast by Flamme and Ayla. It was just a bit rushed, and even the coordinates were slightly off."
Seria appeared silently beside Kurtz. Her senses were far more acute than Kurtz's, allowing her to detect a familiar aura within the magical fluctuations.
"Ayla and Flamme?" Kurtz was taken aback again.
Could it be that Flamme has found the village where Frieren is, but that some change has occurred that he is unaware of? He carefully sensed it, but none of the life-saving items on Flamme's body seemed to have been activated.
Kurtz briefly inquired about Frilian's condition.
"The power of erosion!" His eyes narrowed. "This is not ordinary demonic power, but rather it carries the characteristics of the Land of Fallen Gods, and it is now frantically devouring her life force."
"How about trying holy magic?" Serie suggested.
"No! Any holy magic cannot eradicate this power; at most, it can only be delayed."
"Well, this guy is really unlucky. He's beyond saving. Give up!" Serie ruthlessly pronounced the death sentence on the elven girl in Kurtz's arms.
"No rush. Since Flamme and Ayla are willing to go to great lengths to send her here, they naturally hope that the two of us can save her."
Kurtz speculated that Flamme and Ayla had somehow encountered an enemy carrying the power of the Demon King, most likely the general from the original story. Frieren was seriously injured, and the two were unable to save her. So he had no choice but to use a directional teleportation spell to send Frierento himself and Seria.
Although the position was slightly off, resulting in Frieren being teleported above them, it was still a success.
"Did my appearance cause such a drastic change in the world line?"
Kurtz muttered to himself, "In the original story, Frierende defeated the demon general all by herself, and she wasn't in this near-death state now."
It seems that my appearance has caused the demons to strengthen themselves.
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
[End of Chapter]
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