Old continent, St. Anton.

As a magic holy land of the Old Continent, Saint Anton, known as the [Immortal City], gathers tens of thousands of wizards.

They are the most loyal believers of the magic goddess An Lun.

In order to express his praise for Anlun's power, the wizards built a magical statue of 600 meters in St. Anton.

St. Anton itself is located on a mountain that is thousands of meters high.

Standing on the wall of the fairy city, it is enough to overlook the vast mountains, rivers and plains of the old continent, but it is so small compared to the statue of the magic goddess.

Every year, countless wizards come here to worship the magic goddess An Lun.

If she hadn't built and presided over the magic net, the wizards of the Old Continent could not have cast spells so safely.

Many people with ordinary qualifications may never have the chance to get involved in magic in their entire lives, let alone master it and use it.

It can be said that Anlun's magic net has largely changed the fate of these ordinary wizards.

Their piety comes from the heart.

On the Hornas cableway, there is no need for a dedicated person to maintain order. A large number of wizards gather here and line up the mountain in an orderly manner.

The number of these wizards was about two or three hundred, and they all passed the trial of the Magic Temple of St. Anton and were qualified to go up the mountain to worship.

Their destination for this trip was at the foot of the statue of the Magical Statue.

It is also the top of St. Anton.

Legend has it that meditating under the feet of the magic goddess statue will not only double its efficiency, but also qualify for the magic goddess' award.

This is the closest place to the Magic Goddess in the entire Old Continent.

The wizards regard this place as a true holy land.

This can be easily seen from the excited expressions on the faces of these wizards who were about to take the cable car to the mountain; as for those crazy believers patrolling the mountain road, they will even make the holiness of maintaining the place more important than their lives!

The weather in St. Anton today is not good.

It is not common to see thick cumulonimbus clouds wandering near the top of the mountain early in the morning at the elevation of St. Anton.

Whether it is the wizards in the fairy city or the worshippers preparing to go up the mountain, they all have an inexplicable throbbing in their hearts.

This throbbing is often related to the goddess herself.

However, the wizards didn't care much, they just recited the prayers more devoutly.

Although this kind of thing is rare, it has happened in the past because Ms. An Lun is in a bad mood.

Often at this time, believers must be more pious and respectful.

Only by satisfying the gods and letting them see their firm beliefs can they have the opportunity to go further on the long road of magic. This is already the consensus among the wizards of the magic craft.

So, the wizards in front of the cableway began to crawl forward.

Every three steps you climb, you will be bowing heavily.

They use this to express their pious faith.

Time passes minute by minute.

Most of the worshipers successfully arrived at the foot of the magic goddess through the cable car.

When we arrived here, most of the dark clouds dissipated, and under the sunlight, everyone's mood calmed down a little.

But the respect on their faces became even stronger.

They didn't even dare to look up at the unreachable existence!

The wizards lined up very consciously, stepped forward one by one, and arrived at the designated location, and then knelt down and recited the prayer words of the Magic Goddess.

When everyone is over, they do not leave immediately, but sing a hymn from the Church of Magic Goddess together.

Not long after, a solemn singing sounded.

The singing floated on the top of the mountain and echoed at the goddess' feet. The golden light shot out from the cathedral not far away, dispelling the thick fog. Then, an angel-like creature hovered high in St. Anton!

Even ordinary people walking on St. Anton City Street will not help but kneel down and recite prayers silently.

The place where the angels flew past was filled with a silence and peace.

It was another peaceful day in St. Anton.

Some people think so in their hearts.

However, at this moment, the hymn songs from the highest peak were suddenly interrupted by a very unpleasant voice!

Tens of thousands of wizards looked up in shock.

The flying angel made a tragic hissing sound.

It seemed to know everything, its eyes were filled with confusion. After just a few seconds, it seemed as if a huge force had pulled its body and tear it apart in an instant!

The golden feathers fell like bread crumbs.

Everyone was panicked!

The whole of St. Anton was in restlessness.

In a trance, a severe heartache surged into the wizards' hearts.

It also surged into the hearts of all the wizards in the old continent!

They raised their heads as if they were in a sense.

Rumble!

They could see with the naked eye that the magnificent statue had lost the arcane rune belt that was experiencing everyday swelling, and even a large number of cracks appeared!

Immediately afterwards, bursts of exclamations came from the direction of the cathedral!

In a moment.

All the divine fires of St. Anton were extinguished.

The wizards were at a loss to find that they had lost the ability to connect with the Magic Network!

Thrilling roars, heroic roars, sad howling sounds... These sounds surge from all over the multiverse, and unreasonably flow from all directions, directly submerging St. Anton.

"Magic Goddess..."

"His Royal Highness Anlun..."

"Fallen!"

Such an enlightenment began to flash through the wizards' minds.

Some wizards began to vomit blood and lost the blessing of the magic goddess. Their own strength could not bear the backlash of magic power, and they could only passively accept the consequences of the level decline!

On the mountain, the worshipers were kneeling there in a daze.

They don't understand what's going on.

The statue of the goddess began to shatter silently, and was about to fall into the fairy city.

Fortunately, at this moment, streams of light flashed by.

One by one, the wizards wearing Stephenson's uniforms were flying by.

Under their control, the statue of the goddess collapsed silently, at least causing no damage to the human being.

But the city has already become a mess!

Similar scenes are constantly being staged in every corner of the Old Continent.

Most people cannot accept this result.

An Lun!

The powerful magic goddess, the only supreme of magic in the Old Continent...

How could it be like this?

But the fallen magic level tells the wizards that all this is true.

The higher the level, the more the strength of a wizard will fall.

This is closely related to the habit of using magic nets and highly dependent Anlun casting.

Some wizards could not accept this situation and began to experience a very serious magical backlash.

They became full of aggressiveness and once created many tragedies. Although Stephen San had a plan, they planned to ensure peace in the Old Continent after the fall of Anlun, but they could not stop every wizard from losing control.

This catastrophe was subversive and devastating for the wizards of the Old World.

Although there are no specific statistics, the number of wizards who died in this catastrophe exceeded 10,000!

There are also many wizards who have turned into demonized monsters because of their magical backlash.

The old continent became a little confused.

And the wizards who survived were all concerned about a problem

"Who killed His Highness the Goddess of Magic?"

The answer was revealed soon.

Not long after the Magic Goddess fell, her kingdom of gods also completely collapsed.

Before the dying angels, the desperate angels heard such a desperate voice

"The one who kills me, Xu Nan!"

That was the strong thought conveyed by the residual spirit of the magic goddess at the last moment.

This thought was passed down to the hearts of believers in the Old Continent along the line of faith of the angels.
To be continued...