The Princess's Subordinate-Why Keep Such Useless Trash?

A tall figure clad in Platinum Magic Robe stood calmly atop Thunder Eagle, with a vast, thick Golden Cloud Sea spreading out behind him. From within the clouds, an indescribable, terrifying shadow slowly descended.

Even with just a faint, blurry outline appearing, Serena and the others below felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation.

Fomingge, whose gaze was fixed firmly on the terrifying being above the Golden Cloud Sea, was now completely stiff. The Inheritance Magic Array behind him stopped operating, and his expression, which was originally full of cruelty and gloom, was replaced by shock and blankness, as if he had seen something extremely unbelievable.

The figure atop Thunderhawk cast a detached glance and casually pointed in the direction of Fomingge.

In an instant, the thick Golden Cloud Sea behind it boiled up.

The magnificent and ethereal chanting in the void suddenly grew even louder, like countless metal plates colliding wildly at high frequencies, countless voices all singing the praises of an ancient name—

"Spirit Maya..." "Spirit Maya..." "Spirit Maya..."

Behind the boiling Golden Cloud Sea, an indescribable shadow, which even the Ancient Thunder Eagle seemed insignificant in comparison, continued to grow, as if it were about to emerge from behind the sea of clouds and descend upon this world at any moment.

Immediately following, a sea of clouds continued to churn, and from within the sea of clouds, an indescribably thick and enormous tentacle slowly emerged.

The enormous tentacle appeared to be cast from the finest gold, covered with countless serrated suckers, making the entire tentacle resemble a bizarre and twisted golden chainsaw.

On the tentacles, countless ruby-like flame patterns interpret the ultimate truth of gold.

The moment the tentacles appeared, all the golden fragments floating in the void began to burn spontaneously. At that moment, time almost Stasis, and it seemed as if an incredibly viscous, invisible sea of gold was brewing between heaven and earth.

Forbidden energy permeated every corner of the battlefield's void.

Before the terrifying golden touch had even fully landed, Fomingge's body, which was locked onto by it from afar, began to tremble uncontrollably.

The black magic disc behind it showed signs of collapse, with thick cracks spreading across it and making cracking sounds as it struggled under the weight.

"True Meaning Spell!"

Serena stared at the incredibly shocking scene before her with a deeply moved expression, as if an electric current was rushing through her entire body from her tailbone, causing every pore on her body to burst open.

Countless golden and white rays of light appeared on her body, quickly condensing into a set of exquisite and beautiful armor that was both ancient and majestic.

Serena raised her hand and made a grasping motion. Countless golden lights wove between her fingers, and out of thin air appeared a magnificent bow that looked like it was formed by a large number of golden vines.

Her rune-studded cloak billowed high behind Serena as she gritted her teeth, gripped her golden bow, and charged rapidly toward Fomingge's location.

Serena finally realized it.

The mysterious man in front of them, named Golden Dawn, whose strength was almost unbelievable, did not intend to use Fomingge to establish his authority.

He genuinely wanted to kill Fomingge!

His killing intent was as intense and boundless as the Golden Cloud Sea before him.

The terrifying, enormous golden touch continued to fall, and the small patch of void where Fomingge was located began to collapse. At this moment, Fomingge was like an ant facing the crushing fingers of a giant. His distorted face was filled with fear and shock, and the veins on his cheeks and neck bulged. His mouth was open, as if he was about to shout in defiance, but no sound came out.

The closer Serena got to Fomingge, the more immense the pressure became. A hint of horror flashed in her eyes, but she still gritted her teeth and forced her way into the fray, firmly standing in front of Fomingge. Facing the enormous golden tentacles that fell from the sky and almost filled her entire field of vision, she resolutely raised the golden bow in her hand.

Serena drew back the invisible bowstring of the golden bow, pulling it to its fullest extent. Countless '&'-shaped runes on the golden bow and armor lit up, condensing into golden tassel-like patterns of light. Centered on Serena's bow-wielding hand, these patterns formed a magical barrier with flowing golden ripples.

The terrifying power contained in the Golden Touch pounded against the golden barrier wave after wave. Serena's arms trembled violently, and she felt as if she were in a raging sea, constantly being hit by a tsunami.

She could barely see what was in front of her, sustained only by a single belief. She squinted, her lake-green eyes flashing with mysterious golden runes, then pursed her lips and slowly pulled the bowstring to its maximum.

Just as Serena was about to let go, the terrifying pressure that had been surging down on her like a tsunami suddenly vanished without a trace, as if everything had suddenly calmed down completely and time had stood still.

Serena looked up in surprise and realized that the figure that had been standing on the back of the Ancient Thunder Eagle before the Golden Throne had appeared in front of her at some point.

The latter stood beneath the solidified Golden Cloud Sea, with an indescribable, enormous shadow overhead, surrounded by countless suspended golden flames, looking down upon itself in silence.

Beneath the golden mask, which shimmered with the light of dawn, a voice, as if the resonance of countless metals, softly rang out.

"Why does the Princess still keep such useless trash among her subordinates?"

Serena's expression froze upon hearing this, then suddenly turned somewhat unpleasant.

But soon, Serena took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

She slowly put away the golden bow in her hand and bowed deeply to the person in front of her.

"Serena Alba."

"I have met Your Majesty, the Golden Dawn!"

Beneath the vast Golden Cloud Sea, Serena placed one hand on her shoulder and bowed in greeting.

The wind from the plains blows from afar, carrying the sound of bellflowers.

The Four-Legged Flying Dragon emitted a soft hiss, and the wizards of the Life Royal Court seemed to awaken from their daze. Following Serena's lead, they respectfully bowed towards Ronan's position.

"I have met Your Majesty, the Golden Dawn!"

'Golden Dawn'

Ronan listened to the sounds of numerous wizards worshipping and gazed at the surging sea of clouds overhead, a sense of melancholy suddenly arose in his heart.

It was indeed as magnificent and beautiful as the golden dawn.

He suspected that the Prophet Eve might have foreseen this scene long ago, which was why she gave him such a title.

Ronan was curious about what Serena's expression would be if he removed his mask in front of her, who was bowing solemnly before him.

Yes.

The Alba Royal Family member whom the Prophet Eve chose for him, who wanted his assistance, was none other than Serena had fought his final battle against him during the Helamus Talent Competition in the south.

Even more coincidentally

The Level Five Wizard, Fomingge, who attempted to kill Ronan years ago and seize the Elemental Magic Ring Helamus Law Adept Inheritance, was also under Serena's command.

At this moment, Fomingge seemed to be just recovering from the shock of the previous battle.

Ronan's final spell did not land, but it still caused him unprecedented fear and shock. He could feel Ronan's undisguised killing intent towards him. He barely "lived" thanks to Serena's forceful intervention, and his behavior was almost utterly disgraceful.

At this moment, Fomingge was almost completely hidden in a thick Black Mist, with only his pale and gloomy face showing. He kept staring at Ronan, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes from time to time.

Seeing Ronan turn his gaze towards him, Fomingge immediately lowered his eyes, carefully concealing his dark and unseen thoughts.

"The elements are with you, having witnessed the Golden Dawn before Your Majesty."

Fomingge lowered his head and made a gesture of respect to Ronan, but just as he bowed, he heard a calm sound with countless metallic vibrations.

What are you looking at?

"Well?.."

Fomingge paused, looked up, and had a blank expression on his face.

Ronan ignored him and simply raised his hand casually.

Beneath the Platinum Magic Robe, a streak of Itai, like a golden ribbon, was flung straight toward Fomingge's face.

He watched as Fomingge instinctively made a dodging motion, his eyelids slightly lifted, and the lingering magical power above his head immediately began to surge again, Golden Cloud Sea billowing and an indescribably vast shadow pressing down.

As expected, under the coercion of his power, Fomingge quickly stopped moving and even withdrew his defensive force field.

"Smack—"

With a crisp, loud slap, Itai lashed across Fomingge's cheek, leaving a bloody, swollen welt on his left side.

Ronan showed no sign of giving up.

He squinted at Fomingge and spoke softly.

"I hate the way you looked at me just now."

"Your Majesty."

Serena, standing to the side, frowned slightly and couldn't help but speak up.

"Um?"

But under Ronan's indifferent gaze, he forced himself to shut his mouth.

The atmosphere, which had just eased, became Stasis again in the blink of an eye. It seemed that even the wind had stopped flowing, and the only sound could be the faint, crisp crackling of the lightning bolts on the feathers of the Ancient Thunder Eagle.

Ronan remained calm, looking down casually as the golden Itai snakes crawled up his ungloved hand like obedient snakes, coiling and turning between his long fingers.

Time passed second by second.

After an unknown amount of time, Fomingge finally reacted.

"I'm so sorry."

Ronan looked up and saw a humble smile on Fomingge's pale face. Then, he quickly extended two fingers and cleanly gouged out his own eyes.

His eyeball rolled off, and bright red blood flowed freely down the empty socket of Fomingge, gathering at his chin and dripping down little by little.

Please forgive my ignorance; I did not mean to offend you.

Fomingge crushed his own eyeballs with his own hands, bowed deeply to Ronan, and uttered a dark, hoarse voice.

I apologize to you again.

"Fomingge"

Serena, standing to the side, looked on with pity and couldn't help but speak softly.

Fomingge simply smiled and then gestured to Ronan and Serena to take his leave.

Damien.

Alazan's voice echoed in my mind, reminding me, "This person..."

"I know."

Ronan's eyes flickered, and his consciousness quickly dissipated.

"Eris, help me."

Before he could finish speaking, he received a deep, muffled response from the Ancient Thunder Eagle.

"Brother... I'm not your follower."

Ronan frowned slightly.

He flicked his fingers, Itai bead rapidly caught up with the departing Fomingge, silently clinging to a spot on the hem of his robe, perfectly disguised as a decorative gold thread.

Only when he sensed that the other person was always within his perception did Ronan's brows relax again.

Having done all this, Ronan raised his hand to disperse the layers of the Golden Cloud Sea in the sky.

The indescribable, terrifying shadow receded, and the natural sunlight once again shone down on the Wind Plain. Almost everyone present felt a sense of relief.

"Your Majesty."

Serena recovered from Fomingge's early departure and her mood calmed down a bit. She was just about to say something.

Ronan raised his hand to interrupt her.

I'm tired.

Let's find a place to rest first.

After saying that, Ronan didn't even look at her, turned around and flew onto the back of the Ancient Thunder Eagle.

A terrifying thunderous explosion resounded, Ancient Thunder Eagle's wings flapped, rising like a huge shadow, followed closely by a group of wizards on the Pendulum of Fate.

Serena gave the order to lead the way without expression, Silver-Haired Witch quietly walked to her side.

"Your Highness."

"Just as rumored."

Serena narrowed her eyes, her gaze flickering, and said in a low voice, "Proud, domineering, self-centered, arrogant and overbearing... but..."

She bit her lip slightly, seemingly reluctant to make her assessment.

"He certainly has the ability to do so!"

"Misha Tirions is a player who can be compared to Juventus."

Serena looked up intently, as if trying to see through the massive body of the Ancient Thunder Eagle to the figure seated on Golden Throne on its back.

"Let's go."

Serena withdrew her gaze and casually ordered indifferently, "Prepare the best possible treatment for me to calm Fomingge down first."

"Yes."

The Silver-Haired Witch stepped back in response, Four-Legged Flying Dragon flapped its wings and took off. The two groups, one above and one below, quickly disappeared into the distance over the Wind Plain.

Clouds swept quickly past on both sides, and the gale whipped up bursts of thunder.

Ronan casually sat on the Golden Throne, using the Itai imprint to sense Fomingge's location at any time while checking his Character Panel information.

In the past three to four years, he has mastered all five of the Golden Fire's Five Great Inheritance Spells to Master Level of over 1,500 points.

The fusion of five Extraordinary Magic Domain law domains that have reached the Level Three of Magic Domain Resonance naturally crosses the threshold of ordinary forbidden level, comprehends the deeper mysteries of the Golden Fire inheritance, and unlocks "true meaning level" methods that surpass the [Golden Origin].

The effect is similar—it can summon the true form of the Spirit Maya from the legendary Golden Country!

Of course, at this stage, Ronan can only summon one Golden Tentacles of the Spirit Maya. Even so, with the blessing of the [[Clarity Extreme Thought]] state, he directly reaches the mental strength of the late stage of level five, which is enough to easily crush wizards like Fomingge, who are at the mid stage of level five and have Inheritance Magic Array.

"Fomingge's strength surpasses that of Casimodo, Qi Ge, Ulyian, but is inferior to Sarlange."

"His Inheritance Magic Array is not as powerful as Sarlange's."

Ronan mentally reviewed and summarized the previous battle, when suddenly something occurred to him, and he couldn't help but call out to Alazan.

"Alazan, do you have any good suggestions regarding the Inheritance Magic Array that Level Five Wizard can construct?"

You shouldn't be asking me this question.

Alazan replied calmly.

Ronan frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

Alazan, "The metal and fire magic you are currently practicing is so powerful that even in my experience, few schools can compare to it."

"Spell Inheritance of this rank cannot possibly occur without a corresponding Inheritance Magic Array."

Ronan paused, then a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"You're right."

Ronan nodded slowly, rose from his Golden Throne, and gazed in a certain direction from the back of the Thunderhawk.

A mysterious call from the Golden Village was constantly emanating from there.