The scene of the eyeball-like moon shedding tears of blood was reflected in the eyes of everyone in the Isaiah Society as well.
Herpo's face lit with joy. He gripped his Wand and flicked it forward, and black smoke gushed from the tip, swiftly gathering into the shape of the Paris Region.
The Paris Region had already been sealed off. At this moment, he had no scruples at all; without needing to rely on Carcas's magic, he could freely cast spells to investigate the area.
Above and to the side of the Paris Region formed from black smoke, there was also a dark spot that had almost condensed into substance. That was the Meteorite formed from the tears of blood.
At this moment, the Meteorite was plummeting toward the Paris Region at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, Herpo's grin stretched wider and wider, and he burst into a neurotic, crazed laugh. "Hahahaha! It's over!"
"It's finally over! Those damned Guardians are finally finished! Death, plague, war, famine... Their spread will no longer face any obstacle! Hahahahahaha!"
Ecstasy appeared on his face, and his laughter infected the other members of the Isaiah Society. Everyone's laughter merged together, filling the vast Stone Hall with a cheerful air.
Herpo's smile suddenly froze on his face. To his horror, he discovered something: the sky above the Paris Region gathered from black smoke was actually shrouded by a Magical Energy Field.
A strong unease surged through his heart. In truth, it was not only him; the other members of the Isaiah Society felt the same.
Gregory's face in particular had already gone deathly pale. He shook his head again and again while stammering, "No... no way... he wouldn't use that to... to resist The Master, would he?"
"Crucio!" Herpo's Wand suddenly