Boom—!
A fireball plunged from the sky, blasting a deep crater into the street in an instant.
Like rats and vermin frantically pouring out of cracks and dark corners when an earthquake struck... hordes of controlled, nonhuman dead now flooded the streets of Washington D.C.
Or perhaps Death Apostles was a more fitting name... apostles who brought destruction and death.
"...Our power has weakened so much!"
"Where's the backup? Where's the backup?"
On every street, the volunteer patrol teams were steadily losing ground. Meanwhile, the Shield Bureau agents who had stayed behind were nowhere to be seen.
Lancelot held a street alone, doing her best to help the civilians evacuate.
But with her power reduced, the task had become incredibly difficult... mainly because the Death Apostles were unaffected by the weakening.
"Sir Lancelot!"
Huiyao's Magic Clone swiftly descended from the sky. With a raised hand, he unleashed an earth magic spell, erecting a thick wall that cut off the entire street.
A king among nonhumans remained formidable, even as a Magic Clone with only thirty percent of his power.
"Lord Huiyao, how are things?" Lancelot asked quickly.
"The situation is dire," Huiyao said gravely. "This was premeditated. They probably planned it before the arena competition even began... in fact, the competition itself was likely part of it."
"Something happened at the venue?" Lancelot keenly sensed something.
"Yes." Huiyao nodded. "The mastermind has appeared."
"Who?!" A flash of murderous intent crossed Lancelot's eyes.
"Odin." Huiyao exhaled. "The legendary Norse King of Gods... although I feel this god king doesn't quite live up to his name..."
"Doesn't live up to his name?" Lancelot froze. She had yet to recover from the shock of hearing about God King Odin, and Huiyao's words left her utterly bewildered.
Huiyao mused, "Odin, the god king of