An Age Without Magic

"You must be Serie! I never imagined you were so cute. If I punched you, you'd cry for ages! Haha!"

Kelaimatisi looked at the petite Serie, raised his chin, and smiled smugly.

"So this is the legendary Mage of God! Without magic, she looks like just a little girl!"

"Once we kill Serie, the era of magicians will be over, and the era of warriors will begin! Hahaha, our good days are just around the corner!"

"By then, even the Imperial Mage Special Forces will probably have to ask us for help! Haha!"

"Finally, we won't have to be homeless anymore."

"In the end, the Empire still belongs to us Shadow Warriors the shadows!"

The Shadow Warriors stared at Serie, loudly venting his inner fears, the pain of being banned, the excitement of impending riches, and laughing wildly.

Dugu Qing drew his Clear Radiance Sword and stood in front of Frieren, Serie, Fern, Jian Ze, and Sein.

"Alright, enough talk, brothers, let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, Kelaimatisi summoned dozens of Shadow Warriors moved in unison, their movements swift and fierce, like a death squad, as they pounced on Dugu Qing and his group.

Holding a giant axe, Stark stepped forward and stood firmly in front of the crowd, bearing the brunt of the attack.

Six Shadow Warriors simultaneously locked onto Stark, stabbing him in vital areas from different angles—an extremely cunning attack.

Stark parried left and right, looking both ways ahead and behind. After several moves, he was injured in the back, which was covered in blood.

Dugu Qing, wielding his sword as a guard, unleashed a powerful strike.

Wherever the sword passed, it was utterly devastating and invincible, slaying all the warriors before it.

"For the Empire!"

The well-trained soldiers, their faces fierce, charged forward relentlessly, wave after wave.

Dugu Qing dared not relax for a moment, his sword flashing and maneuvering, firmly protecting Frieren, Fern, and Serie behind him.

Sein, bewildered by the surging assassins, hid in the crowd, watching Dugu Qing display his divine power.

The situation on the field was chaotic.

The nobles and officials who had gathered around eagerly awaited the final result.

Suddenly, the midnight bells rang out.

"Clang clang!"

In the blind spot behind Serie, a ripple quietly spread, the void trembled, and a longsword gleaming with cold light, like the scythe of death, slashed down from above.

"Puff!"

The sharp blade sliced through the void, and countless drops of blood splattered from the back of Serie's head. Her face turned pale, her expression dimmed, and she collapsed into a pool of blood.

A tall, imposing figure emerged from the void, with a low ponytail, a black eye patch over his right eye, dressed in dark, form-fitting clothing, a chiseled face, and a fierce gaze.

This man is none other than Laiwei, the commander of the Shadow Warriors and the governor of the Lorubel Territory.

Serie lay motionless in a pool of bright red blood, her body lying quietly on her side, her breath faint, as if she had lost all hope of life.

Frieren looked at Serie, her face paled, her fists clenched, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow, like a rabbit mourning the death of a fox.

Serie! She's actually a good person!

She nurtured Flamme, and a thousand years later, still remembering Flamme's last wish, she founded the Continental Magic Association and bestowed upon humanity her most prized magic, one by one.

But what did humanity give back to Serie?

It was a bloody assassination, a cold-blooded blade, a treacherous butcher's knife!

Frieren's chest heaved violently as she rushed forward, helped Serie up, and took out a handkerchief to cover her wound.

"It's no use. The sword is coated with deadly poison. Anyone who gets it on will die instantly! We've won."

Laiwei twirled his sword, aiming the blade at Frieren.

Upon hearing this, the nobles and officials of the empire instantly felt a heavy pressure in their hearts.

Is Serie really dead?

Even if Serie really is dead!

The magic she passed down still has powerful masters, each of whom is not to be underestimated.

The empire is likely to face a difficult war in the future!

Seeing the grim faces of the noble officials, Laiwei suddenly raised his fist, drawing everyone's attention.

"Everyone, Serie is dead. From this day forward, as long as the Anti-Magic Ore is transported to various cities, neither humans nor Demons will be able to use magic! The age of warriors, our age, is about to begin!"

"From now on, no more mages will stand high above us and rebel against the rule of our nobles. Isn't that wonderful!"

The nobles who were warriors nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

Laiwei's breaking of the rules by taking action at the National Day Ball was indeed a loss of face, but replacing the Mage of God and increasing the rule of the nobility was definitely a huge win.

"Nonsense!"

Dugu Qing refused to believe that Serie had died so easily. He increased his strength, his figure flashing like lightning as he weaved back and forth among the Shadow Warriors.

His figure blurred into more than a dozen afterimages, his white hair dancing wildly, his clothes fluttering, like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds, as he repeatedly swung his sword.

Sword energy crisscrossed, sword shadows overlapped, and in the blink of an eye, all the Shadow Warriors present were killed.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Watching his most elite Shadow Warriors, the very foundation of his power, being instantly wiped out by Dugu Qing.

Laiwei waved incredulously, his emotions running high, almost like a madman.

"These are humanity's top warriors, how could they possibly be so easily defeated by someone like you who can't even summon magic!"

Dugu Qing was too lazy to waste words with Laiwei. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and flew towards Laiwei, looking down at him and slashing out with his sword.

Laiwei's expression hardened. He gripped his longsword tightly and held it above his head, using all his strength to withstand the fatal blow.

"Bang!"

The ear-piercing roar of metal clashing suddenly exploded, Dugu Qing unleashed his Overlord Divine Power, spreading out with immense might.

The sword's edge moved with the force of thunder, shattering Laiwei's twin swords, and slashed down diagonally, splitting him in two from shoulder to waist.

"Impossible! I haven't even seen an era without magic..."

Blood splattered as Laiwei fell to the ground, his eyes wide with resentment as he looked at Serie not far away.

"However, by killing Serie, I'll have achieved great success and gone down in history! Cough cough cough..."

Before she could finish speaking, Serie suddenly raised her hand and clutched her neck tightly. Her face was ashen, and she struggled to sit up, enduring the excruciating pain as she supported herself on the ground.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Frieren, Fern, Jian Ze, Sein, Stark looked at Serie with delight and stepped forward.

Even the noble officials who had always been hostile to Serie breathed a sigh of relief.

Serie doesn't die, the war between the Empire and the Continental Magic Association cannot continue. Although some opportunities to gain military merits are lost, the despair of being wounded and killed in battle is also avoided, which is not bad.

"Impossible! Impossible..."

Laiwei's mouth opened and closed as he died in despair, his delusions shattered, his eyes wide open in death.

Serie picked up a jade amulet from around her neck, a slightly smug smile on her face.

"Nothing is impossible. This is a talisman specially made for me by the bishop of the Goddess Church. It can withstand one fatal attack. You are just a lowly governor, of course you wouldn't understand the wonders of the magical world."