The Pink-haired Girl stared blankly at Ezreal, whose golden hair stood on end like a Super Saiyan transforming in the white light. "Is this magical power really human?"
Next to her, the short, blue-haired man was in relatively good condition among the three, but his face was now pale, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly under the magical pressure. His face was filled with terror. "Even Jura, one of the Ten Wizard Saints, doesn't possess such magical power..."
The Dog-eared man trembled all over. He had the lowest magical power among the three, and at this moment, he couldn't even speak a complete sentence, his face terrified.
Ezreal looked at the four people who were awestruck and nodded with satisfaction.
The blazing white light quietly receded, returning to Ezreal's body like swallows to their nest.
This was an effect he achieved by temporarily projecting the magical power of all Summoned Beasts in the Canyon onto himself through Dimensional Magic Power Sharing.
It was merely a release, not a borrowing, so his body didn't have to bear the immense burden of all that magical power. Furthermore, it was a quick release and retraction, with no obvious side effects other than the illusion of his blood vessels about to burst.
This was a skill he specifically used for showing off.
Among the Summoned Beasts in the Canyon, the Fire Crown Treant had the most terrifying amount of magical power, comparable to the eighty years of accumulation by Master Makarov, or even more.
Quantified numerically, it was equivalent to 35.
Next was the Blue Buff, whose magical power could be consumed without loss, and its magical power, converted into a number, would be around 20.
As for the six Shadow Worgens, they weren't known for their vast magical power, but relying on their large size, they had a magical power value of about 7.
Ezreal himself didn't have much magical power; converted into a number, it was roughly 3.
All the magical power released through Magic Power Sharing was a colossal amount, enough to inspire fear.
"Now, we can talk properly, right?" Ezreal smiled again, and his hair, which had been blown up by the immense magical power, slowly fell back down, becoming smooth again.
His gentle smile, combined with his handsome appearance, made him seem very approachable.
"Are you Gray's friend?" The masked man stopped his slightly trembling legs, forced himself to take a step forward, and asked.
Ezreal spread his hands and said, "These things aren't important compared to my objective, are they?"
Ezreal looked at the masked man. "After so many years, you still care about your junior, Lyon, right?"
Ezreal instantly called out the masked man's true name.
Lyon, Ur's eldest disciple, Gray's senior brother, skilled in Ice Make magic.
In the original anime, in terms of his performance with Ice Make magic, he was slightly stronger than Gray two and a half years later.
He was not bad at heart, just a person with a somewhat extreme personality.
"It seems you know a lot of things."
With his true name called out, Lyon finally stopped pretending to be mysterious, raised his hand to take off his horned mask, revealing his true face.
He had short, spiky white hair and ice-blue eyes, with a handsome and stern face.
The trio exchanged glances, very surprised that this golden-haired young man knew Lyon's name, and it seemed he knew other things as well.
Lyon casually tossed his mask aside, his expression cold. "Junior brother, what a distant title. I just want to know if the culprit responsible for Ur's death is still alive. I have already surpassed Ur; it's all in the past now."
Lyon asked again, "With your strength, why are you here?"
Ezreal smiled, "Of course, I came for this demon, and for you all. It took me quite some time to find this remote island."
Lyon stared into Ezreal's eyes and asked, "You want Deliora?"
The Pink-haired Girl clasped her hands to her chest, her eyes shining, and whispered, "For us? This is love!"
Ezreal, with his keen senses, glanced at the Pink-haired Girl in surprise, then looked at the masked man. "You and the demon are both my targets. How should I put it? I'm actually very curious why you transported this big guy here from such a distant continent."
Lyon looked up at Ezreal. "Can you first tell me what your relationship with Gray is?"
Ezreal smiled, "We are friends, from the same guild. He's doing well now."
Lyon sneered, saying, "The person who caused others to lose their lives is actually doing well. What a world."
Ezreal looked at Lyon, not responding.
Lyon continued, "I brought Deliora here to unseal it with 'Moon Drip.' I want to defeat Deliora. The current me has already surpassed Ur."
As Lyon spoke, he raised his right hand, and a mass of extremely cold, ice-blue aura enveloped his palm.
He looked at his hand, his eyes somewhat complex.
Ezreal didn't quite understand, but he was certain this wasn't the joy of a disciple surpassing his master.
In those originally cold eyes, Ezreal could clearly see... sorrow.
Ezreal nodded, then mercilessly struck him down, "You're still far from it. Let alone defeating Deliora, you still have a long way to go even to surpass Ur."
Lyon's expression turned ugly, and ice-blue light flared in his eyes. "That's none of your business!"
Ezreal shrugged, "Let's hear your real thoughts. I don't like beating around the bush. Lyon, why exactly did you bring Deliora here? Your answer will determine how I approach you all next."
"You only have one last chance."
Ezreal said it with a smile, but in his eyes, a faint white light flickered again.
Lyon's face was grim. He sharply pointed at Ezreal, his lips trembling. "You..."
The Pink-haired Girl hurriedly tugged at Lyon's clothes, pulling him back a step. She quickly stepped forward, blocking Lyon, and hastily explained, "The reason we brought Deliora here is to truly kill Deliora."
The Pink-haired Girl pointed at herself, then at the others. She said with a sincere tone, "Actually, all of us are victims whose families were taken by Deliora. Deliora destroyed everything we had."
"We are willing to assist Lord Zero Emperor in unsealing Deliora to truly kill it and avenge our families."
The blue-haired man followed up with a solemn expression, adding, "We believe Lord Zero Emperor will definitely be able to kill Deliora."
The Dog-eared man didn't speak, but his face was very downcast.
Ezreal looked at the four people opposite him. Their expressions varied, and in terms of appearance, they were all quite good-looking, but in his eyes, they looked somewhat like dogs.
Looking at the four people opposite, Ezreal inexplicably thought of the phrase 'stray dogs.'
At this moment, the term carried no derogatory meaning, merely a simple description.