Holy Lance Rhongomyniad

At her words, Morgan, gripping her staff so tightly that her fingers had turned white, replied in a deep voice, "We won't know our chances until after we've fought."

"So what if they have a Magician? Jewel Old Man Zelretch's power is only about the same as yours and mine."

"In Proper Human History, he struggled terribly even against Crimson Moon, the Moon's Ultimate One, when he tried to save the world. At this level, it makes no difference whether he is there or not."

"After all, in my eyes, only that Red Dragon—the one capable of causing enormous upheaval even on the Earth Bleached after humanity was frozen—is truly terrifying."

"When the time comes, I'll deal with the Red Dragon. You deal with that Magician!"

Morgan said these words not only for her subordinates and allies, but also for herself.

To be honest, the appearance of a Magician had truly caught her off guard.

Especially the Second Magician, one who had converged all versions of himself and become singular, active across countless parallel worlds.

As a fairy of Paradise, she knew all too well what kind of power he possessed!

She was not worried about his combat strength.

That magecraft had indeed granted Jewel Old Man Zelretch the magical energy of countless parallel worlds.

However, judging from his past achievements—how, across countless parallel worlds, he had only barely driven back Crimson Moon with the aid of Heroic Spirits and various gods—

His power was only on par with her and Scathach-Skadi at this moment. He was merely at the level of a chief god.

The addition of power at that level to the detestable Red Dragon's side only made her feel somewhat pressured.

What truly drove her mad at this moment, however, was the fact that the dolls had