Macht's Fall

Especially Fern, with her flowing purple hair, seemed to have become a chosen one, possessing boundless magic power within her, and every move she made was in harmony with the rhythm of heaven.

She gazed at Dugu Qing with longing and deep affection.

The two raised their hands simultaneously, and a vast amount of magical power swept out with their will.

"Boom!"

Two immense magical forces collided violently, unleashing a tremendous burst of energy.

Macht's surging magic shattered under the sharp edge of the allure of Love That Topples Cities, proving utterly vulnerable.

Caught off guard, he was thrown into the air by the scalding blast of air, tumbling twice before losing his balance and swaying, finally landing awkwardly on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Damn it! What's going on now?!"

I've become stronger.

Fern was overjoyed to have defeated Macht, and cheered with delight. He gripped Dugu Qing's hand again, helped him up, and stepped forward.

Dugu Qing felt a spiritual connection with Fern, and he could sense all of Fern's emotions and other indescribable feelings.

"Perhaps this is the power of our bond!" Dugu Qing said with difficulty, having no time to think further. "In that case, let's press on and take down Macht in one fell swoop!"

As they raised their hands simultaneously, the bonds in their hearts suddenly merged, their tender love intertwined, their yin and yang resonating, unleashing a tremendous power that shook heaven and earth and overturned all things.

Friendship Forever! (Love knows no bounds)

Dugu Qing used all his strength and mobilized all the magic power he could muster, shouting softly to increase his power.

Fern cried out the word "love," but then, realizing she could neither give Dugu Qing eternal companionship nor strong protection, she lowered her voice in disappointment.

A vast and powerful magic descended from the sky.

Macht cast a defensive spell, shattering the defensive light mirror instantly. His body flew backward, but was suppressed by the vast divine power and remained motionless.

He was disheveled, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, completely unable to believe he had been defeated.

"Damn it! How could you suddenly become stronger?"

Fern supported Dugu Qing as they slowly moved forward.

Dugu Qing mustered his strength and took a step, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his chest.

He coughed up blood, suffering a backlash that left him unable to control even a trace of magic.

The pink magic surrounding the two vanished instantly. Fern looked at Dugu Qing in a panic, hurriedly took out a handkerchief, and wiped the corner of his mouth.

The immense magical power that had been pressing down on Macht suddenly dissipated.

Macht wiped his mouth, picked up his demon sword, and charged towards the two with boundless energy.

"Incredible, truly incredible! To suppress me, Macht, with such severe injuries, Dugu Qing, I humbly acknowledge you as the strongest. However, this ends here! No more miracles will occur!"

Dugu Qing coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, unable to speak, and his face was haggard.

Fern looked at Dugu Qing with concern, her heart completely devoted to him.

Feeling ignored, Macht raised his demon sword and swung it heavily, deliberately threatening.

"Tell me, should I kill this girl first, or should I kill Dugu Qing first?"

Fern seemed not to hear Macht's threat, wiping Dugu Qing's lips again and again.

Macht grinned menacingly, his figure flying out as he used all his strength to slash down with his sword.

The sword was about to pierce through Fern's back.

"Bang!"

Frieren appeared in an instant, her slender staff held horizontally in front of her, steadily blocking Macht's fierce attack.

"Ms. Frieren!"

Fern was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes. "Great! Frieren has finally deciphered Macht's magic!"

Now they won't have to fight alone and bear all the pressure.

"Leave the rest of the battle to me! Fern, you take Dugu Qing and leave."

When her gaze fell on the injured Dugu Qing, Frieren's usually calm and composed state of mind was suddenly stirred.

Fern nodded, picked up Dugu Qing, and quickly left.

Frieren's white hair danced in the wind, her blue eyes flashing with a fierce light as she stared at Macht with murderous intent.

"The Diagoldze has been broken by me. Macht, your death is near."

Macht blinked, his face pale, unable to accept this fact.

Today was truly a day of great ups and downs for him.

He barely managed to break free of the barrier, and then encountered Denken, Fern, Dugu Qing, and Frieren, each with their own unique skills, making it impossible for him to adapt.

"Crack the magic of Diagoldze? You must be kidding! It's hard to believe someone could reach that level in just two months."

Frieren a noncommittal chuckle.

On the surface, only two months have passed since she first saw Macht's memory.

However, six hundred years ago, when Frieren fought Macht, it took her nearly a hundred years to regain her golden right hand.

It was precisely because of that hundred years of accumulation that Frieren was able to unleash her full potential and break through the terrifying magic that shook the world and dominated the ages.

"Enough talk, let's fight!"

Frieren raised her crimson wand and waved it gently.

Dark red hellfire surged and burned, engulfing everything, and burned towards Macht.

Macht took to the sky and raised his most pressing question.

"Frieren, you've read my memories of over a hundred years! In that case, why not try to accept a world where humans and demons coexist!"

Frieren is a top-tier archmage in the human world.

The reason Macht entrusted his memories to humans and made them read was to convince them that he genuinely wanted humans and demons to coexist.

He desperately wanted to persuade Frieren to support him in creating a world where Demons and humans could coexist.

Several bolts of Destructive Lightning shot out from Frieren's wand, unleashing a fierce attack.

"The former Demon King, like you, longed to coexist with humanity. To achieve this ideal, it annihilated roughly two-thirds of the nations and ethnic groups that made up humanity. And you, like it, were ruthless in pursuing your goals. After seeing these memories, I am even more convinced of my judgment: the Demons must die."

Having said that, Frieren deliberately released the magic she had been hiding.

The immense, surging magic shook the heavens, blotted out the sun, and pressed down on Macht in layers.

Macht, defying superstition, cast a spell that Diagoldze.

No response! Absolutely no response!

It panicked.

Frieren stood proudly in the air, smiling faintly and remaining silent, victory seemingly within her grasp.

Macht clenched his fists, and the magic power in his body burned fiercely like a raging fire, transforming into two sharp giant swords that slashed out with a thunderous roar.

"Compared to magic and magic, Macht, you're just my junior."

Frieren casually cast a defensive spell, blocking Macht's attack, and watched its final struggle.

Fern placed Dugu Qing in the forest, watched the astonishing magical clash between Frieren and Macht in the distance, gritted his teeth, and flew towards the battlefield.

Macht used every trick in the book, employing all the magic Solitair had taught him to conjure up a large number of magical flying swords out of thin air, which he then controlled and fired at Frieren.

Frieren blocked the attack and, noticing Fern approaching, skillfully used the Destructive Lightning to draw Macht's attention away from it.

Macht's magic was being severely depleted, and his living space was shrinking dramatically.

Fern stood outside the range of Macht's Detection Magic and suddenly unleashed Ordinary Attack Magic.

The purple Mana Bullet, imbued with all of Fern's magic power, pierced through the sky and instantly penetrated Macht's chest.

"I always thought I had conquered death, but I never expected..."

Macht stared in disbelief at the gaping hole in his chest, his tall body gradually swallowed by darkness, his soul scattered.

The strongest of the Seven Sages of Destruction, the Golden Land Macht, a world-renowned Demons, thus perished, ending its sinful life.