A large-scale mana quake originating from the central region of the Western Continent had been observed.
In the same moment, the Sage Heroine of Magic had also issued an ‘extreme threat warning’, announcing the appearance of a threat to the entire world: a Cataclysm-class monster.
As the monster began to act, around the world, all those above a certain level of power unconsciously sensed its presence. They trembled before what was thought to be an Evil God.
But the danger wasn’t limited to the Evil God alone.
Not only was the Evil God summoning an endless amount of low demons called ‘dark pixies’ around itself, the same dark pixies were also being spawned without limits from the Origin points that made up the worldwide magic circle. While protecting their citizens, the countries in the region were also dispatching their armies to clear out these Origins.
An international summit had been held through the use of the ‘clairvoyant mirrors’. Of those countries not directly handling the crisis, the small countries would give as much military support as they could, while the large countries would deploy their trump cards, sending squadrons of flying battleships — airships equipped with magical artillery — to defeat the Evil God.
It had been some ten-odd years since the technological uplift granted by an oracle of the Temples, and the subsequent beginning of the magical weapon project. Tactics against worldwide threats that made use of the Heroes as the centerpieces were now considered a thing of the past.
Nowadays, Heroes were only deployed in scenarios where magical artillery wasn’t available, such as in limited warfare. The enemy this time was designated Cataclysm-class, and so the humans believed that destruction of whole cities would be inevitable.
But mankind had forgotten. They had forgotten why Heroes were held in such high regard, why they were far more valued than an army of millions.
It wasn’t about their personal combat power alone.
In a world of peace, the human race had forgotten that Heroes were the
The moment I heard the ǹo̢͘i̸s̸e it made, I immediately teleported hundreds of meters away. I didn’t even dare to stay and watch what it was about to do.
Upon my arrival, I saw a small ball of light falling on where I used to be, violently exploding and scouring the buildings there into dust.
“Oof!”
, parallel activation!”
I slapped my hands together. The thousands of dark pixies I could see vanished in an instant.
The knights fighting them were dumbfounded. Then they saw me flying, and they shouted.
“T-the Dark Lady?!”
“Evacuate, NOW!” I yelled, spreading my voice as far away as possible, and I passed them by. A moment later, explosions ripped apart the area, soldiers and all.
“Get to the forests!”
That was the most warning they’d get. I didn’t exactly care if humans lived or died, but that didn’t mean I wanted them to go extinct.
As Quathuit’s castle came into my view, the magic artillery set up on top of the castle walls all fired at me.
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I squeezed my hand. The projectiles avoided me to instead rain down on the direction of the Demon Lord hot on my tail.
Fiorfata responded with its own explosions an instant later, bombarding the castle. Quathuit’s barrier disappeared, and the World Tree sent me a white magic stone.