The Divine Statue Shatters

Before Angmar could catch his breath, a ray shot towards him, piercing through his already scarred arm.

"Ah!" Angmar couldn't help but cry out in pain. He tried to move his left hand, but found that he couldn't muster any strength in his entire arm.

At the same time, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his right hand. When he opened his eyes, he saw a person holding a greatsword, about to attack him.

It was Velint. She had just thought she couldn't be of much help, but Fran had just pushed her forward to hold things off while she prepared some things.

The greatsword slammed into Angmar's neck, leaving a small wound on the skin, but no blood flowed.

Angmar took a deep breath, feeling his strength returning slightly, and then gripped the greatsword tightly, throwing it outwards with a sudden burst of power.

Fortunately Velint let go in time, otherwise she would have been thrown away.

Seeing this opportunity, Angmar ignored the hammers that were about to fall on his body and grabbed Velint by the neck, trying to throw her away.

But to everyone's surprise Velint grabbed his wrist instantly, holding it down tightly and preventing him from escaping.

He intended to shake the other person off and stop them from bothering him, but to his surprise, the other person grabbed his arm and restrained him.

This is bad. He can no longer lift his other hand, and he can hardly release [Dragon Breath] a second time in a short period of time. It seems that he cannot break free from his opponent.

"That's enough, get out of the way!"

Just as he was agonizing over this, a voice came, causing his wrist to loosen. He instinctively flung the other person away, Velint flew out and fell to the ground.

He looked toward the source of the sound— Fran —and saw a scene that horrified him.

Fran flew in mid-air, surrounded by visible air currents that could instantly form a cycle around Fran.

"The Howling Gale!"

Seeing that her opponent had shaken off Velint, Fran launched an attack immediately.

Even if Velint were still hanging there, she would still attack directly, because she could feel the repulsion from the Spirit Realm at any time. If she didn't unleash this spell soon, she would be kicked off the Spirit Realm.

So she just shouted it out symbolically; she wouldn't actually wait for you to move aside.

At the same time, the ' Half-Dragon ' wielding the mace was in a bloodthirsty frenzy, ignoring Fran's warning and still smashing the mace down.

The airflow blew towards Angmar, scraping countless streaks across the floor in its path.

Angmar closed his eyes tightly and covered his face with his hands to protect them from the wind.

Then he felt as if his body was being torn apart, as if countless wounds had been opened all over his body, and itching and pain tormented his mind.

But he dared not cry out, for he feared the wind would sever his tongue. He still had things to say to Fran, so he couldn't afford to hurt that part of his tongue.

Like a gust of wind, it gently brushed past Angmar's body, leaving his skin covered in bloodstains and his clothes torn and barely covering his body.

Beside him, the valiant ' Half-Dragon ' was in an even more miserable state. His body was almost entirely covered in blood, his face was indistinct, and the hammer in his hand was broken into four pieces, with even the unbroken parts riddled with dents.

The entire process was accompanied by a faint 'whooshing' sound, noticed by only a few people, and seen by most as a gust of air passing by, which is how the two ended up like this.

Angmar had already collapsed and was lying on the ground, still barely alive.

Velint witnessed this scene and felt a little scared. If Angmar hadn't happened to throw her away, she would have ended up like the two of them, covered in wounds.

She turned her head to look at Fran, secretly shocked. Fran seemed completely unaffected after unleashing such a powerful spell, showing no signs of overexertion.

By this time, she was fully aware of Fran's true identity: a Formal Mage seeking to acquire Talent in the Spirit Realm.

A spell capable of unleashing such power could only be cast by Formal Mage.

She knew that some Formal Mage wanted to acquire Talent in the Spirit Realm and came specifically to participate in the Trial, but she never expected to encounter one of them.

However, she had also heard that the Spirit Realm would gather these Formal Mage Formal Mage and have them participate in an extremely difficult Trial, without them mixing with others.

She could see clearly that most of the participants in this Trial were ordinary Spirit Realm Traveler who had not yet been promoted, so why were they matched with a Formal Mage?

After much thought, the only possibility she could believe was that the Spirit Realm had suddenly malfunctioned. The difficulty of this Trial clearly exceeded what a normal Spirit Realm Traveler could handle. How could they possibly fight a First Order Profession?

However, the matter should be over by now. Just the fact that she led the residents to kill this First Order Profession and got the assists she deserved is enough to make the Spirit Realm take notice of her performance.

She didn't know about others, but she definitely passed. As for whether Fran would pass...

She knew she still needed to determine if this incident was strongly connected to the impending disaster. If these priests were the mastermind, then she had definitely passed the Trial.

"Arrest this High Priest and lock him up here. I still have questions for him."

Fran stepped forward and gave instructions to the ' Half-Dragon '.

Having just displayed Fran formidable strength and defeated a powerful opponent, the ' Half-Dragon ' did not hesitate for a moment before starting to work according to Fran's instructions.

"Take these two away for treatment," Fran said, pointing to Lyle and the ' Half-Dragon ' wielding the hammer.

"Go tell the people outside that the false god's Divine Temple has been captured and the leader of the heretics has been arrested."

The ' Half-Dragon ' followed the instructions and went outside one by one.

Velint slowly leaned forward and said softly:

"Hey, I didn't expect you to be a Formal Mage... So, are you confident you can get the Talent?"

Fran gazed at the sculpture and replied without turning around:

"No, I feel the real disaster isn't here; our confrontation with those priests is a completely different matter."

Fran's words left Velint somewhat confused; she didn't quite understand what Fran was talking about.

She followed Fran's gaze to the sculpture, which startled her.

Whether it was from the earlier melee or something else, the Divine Statue was covered in cracks, as if it would break apart at any moment.

What frightened Velint was that she felt the sculpture's eyes were looking at Fran... She followed the gaze to Fran and found a beautifully bound book at Fran's feet, emitting a faint glow.