The Silver-armored Elf's head was instantly blown open. Terror froze on her beautiful face as her body limply fell backward.
The blue beam that shot from Matthew's index finger was neither Runic Magic nor the magic of Hogwarts World.
The blue beam was a pure magical energy beam condensed from Matthew's own magic power. This method was highly inefficient and useless in combat against opponents of the same level, but the Winged Elves were far too weak. It was extremely intimidating against them.
Matthew was the current Master of the Wizard Tower. The intelligent races in the Ecological Zone had multiplied from the experimental specimens left behind by the Ancestor of Time, so they naturally counted as his private property as well.
Therefore, he did not wish to cause too many casualties while subduing these races. He needed to display overwhelming strength and make them submit willingly.
The white-robed high priestess's pupils contracted. She, too, realized that the man before her might truly be a divine envoy. Trembling, she knelt on the ground. "Holy One... please forgive my offense..."
The other Silver-armored Elves immediately dropped their spears and knelt on the ground as well. "Holy One—please forgive our offense."
Matthew said unhurriedly, "You gave the order. That is equally a capital crime."
He raised the index finger of his right hand again and aimed it at the back of the white-robed high priestess's head.
"Holy One... please spare me... I am a devout believer of the God of Magic and Steel... and also your loyal believer... I am the high priestess of the Silver Wing Tribe... I handle all matters within the tribe on a daily basis..." the white-robed high priestess said in a trembling voice, desperately trying to demonstrate her value.
However, Matthew had already seen the white-robed high