"King!"

Erica glided towards the wreckage of Ponza Island on Boots of Hermes, shouting loudly in a clear voice mixed with fear and anxiety.

No, this cannot be refered as the wreckage of Ponza Island, because this Italian tourist island has been completely submerged and destroyed.

Even the wreckage of the island has disappeared from the surface of earth. From today onwards, Ponza Island will completly be erased from the world map.

The huge whirlpools above the sea had still not completely dissipated. The huge pressure inside is enough to squeeze any creature into fleshy foam in an instant.

Erica gritted her teeth and 'flew' downwards with the aid of Boots of Hermes, trying to find Roy's figure under the surface of the sea.

A trace of pain flashed on her snow-white face, Erica snorted and channelized all her mana to increase her speed, and continued to explore.

The skin next to her slender arms showed signs of blisters due to hot smoke emerging from the still not closed splits on the sea bed.

A lot of mana was consumed to protect herself from the aftermath of the previous battle.

The mana in her body was close to exhaustion, so she couldn't spare any extra mana to protect her body.

The remnants of the magical energy left by Roy's activation of his divine authority made the fire element in the air 'berserk', making this sea area more hot.

Before the magical energy completely dissipates, a mage or knight cannot approach at all.

Even if it is Erica, a Great Knight, she can hardly enter the 'core area' of the battle. If she was not a Great Knight, then would have been completely 'grilled' instead of only receiving skin blisters.

After realizing that even if she searched under the sea, she will not able to look for Roy who was in the center, Erica has no choice but to fly back to the sky again, impatiently looking at the core area of the battle with her eyes filled with anxiety, ready to contact her uncle to send more mages and knights for the 'rescue mission'.

Campiones may not be able to fly unless they possess a flying Divine Authority. The human's longing and dream of flying may seem simple in a world filled with wonders, but flying is actually a very advanced magic in the magical world.

The average mages can't learn no matter how hard they try. A special talent is required to learn flying magic spells.

Most of the Campiones were ordinary mages or even common people before achieving the feat of slaying the Heretic God, so it is impossible to be able to cast such an advanced magic.

After becoming a Campione, the talent increases, so it's not hard for them to learn advance magic, they just have to invest some time.

But, almost none of these 'devil kings on the earth' have studied magic, as they are both impatient as well as disdainful of such 'weak toys'.

That's why there is another not so glorious name of Campiones in magical world though no one dares to say it on their face– impatient ignorant fools.

Among the known Campiones, only the Martial Leader of the East was a figure at the apex of martial arts and magical way before becoming a Campione. Even if she did not kill the gods, she is a legend in the mysterious world.

Erica believes that with the power her King displayed, he had the absolute upper hand when fighting against Metatron.

He cannot be killed by his own power, but even after the battle ended, the king is not coming out, so it can only mean one thing- that the king totally exhausted himself during the fight and lost his consciousness.

The king at this time should be in the situation where he needs her help the most. Someone needs to pull him out of the sea, but as a knight of the 'king', she can't even break into this sea area because of her weak strength.

'Such an incompetent knight', she really felt ashamed of herself. Ashamed that she couldn't even fulfill the duties of a knight.

Thinking of this, Erica felt even more uncomfortable. She flew over the sea while desperately pouring her magical energy in the Boots of Hermes, desperately looking for Roy.

Suddenly, there was a loud roar, like that of a cannon ejection in the sea area covered by the beserk magical energy under Erica's feet, and a wave of water, tens of meters high was splashed.

Erica's heart tightened, she vigilantly held the in her hand, ready to chant the Golgotha Spell Words with her vitality instead as she had almost no magical energy left in her body.

But, the speed of the 'enemy' was really too fast, the 'enemy' appeared before her in the blink of an eye.

Erica could perceive that the speed of the opponent definitely exceeds the speed of sound, and it is only because of the superior control of mana that the physical 'sonic boom' will not occur.

There was almost no time gap between the appearance and 'attack' of the 'enemy'.

The lightning-like figure appeared in front of Erica. This speed is beyond the limit of human nerve response, but Erica was not afraid.

Holding her treasured sword in her hand, prepared to held back the enemy, until her king awakened.

It wasn't until the figure was clearly seen that Erica's concentration was completely broken, and the sudden change from extreme danger to extreme safety caused her body and mind to relax and finally feel the unbearable exhaustion.

"The calculation of time is slightly different, but I did not expect that I will fall into the sea."

The gentle voice was somewhat casual, but it made people unknowingly feel the majesty and awe-inspiring demeanour of the voice's owner.

Erica looked intently at the figure as if to make sure that she was not under the 'enemy's illusion.

After making sure that she was not under some illusion, and the figure in front of her was definitely her king, she was surprised to see the huge changes in Roy's appearance.

The pair of six, huge wings were on his back, the feathered wings were strangely made of flames but the colour of the flame was holy white with a tinge of gold.

Above his head was a glowing halo 'printed' with the myths of the Biblical Mythos. Feathers transformed from mana fell from the sky and floated on the surface of the sea. There was a majestic and sacred aura surrounding Roy's body.

His pupils were dyed in golden red with a fire burning deep in his eyes. Even his deathly silver-white hair was partially dyed in saffron. No matter how you looked at it, Roy looked more like an Angel than a human.

This is the fourth of Roy's seven —

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