At the sight of this, the Ridge Mist Garden Stigmata Wizard did not relax much either.
"The Orbital Planet-Destroying Ship will arrive soon. If you still have any important people in this world who have not left, seize this time and grasp your final chance. If you are dissatisfied with this, you may report it to any Ironblood Elder and lodge a complaint against the wizards within the council. But the order to destroy this world was issued by the Wizard World's highest command. No one can stop it now."
Looking at the calm face of the Ridge Mist Garden Stigmata Wizard, the Ironblood General knew that she was serious.
The Ironblood hunters behind him looked at one another. The destruction of the world could no longer be stopped, yet some of their relatives were still on this planet. At the speed with which that Orbital Planet-Destroying Ship was approaching through the distant void, if they did not act quickly, they feared they would never have another chance!
Just then.
Rumble...
All at once, the Wizard Shield atop the Space Fortress shook violently. The guard wizards within the fortress and the Ridge Mist Garden Stigmata Wizard abruptly turned back, only to see a monster wreathed in black smoke peering downward with its flat, slab-like head against the flickering fortress barrier. The fang-lined maw in its chest, ringed with teeth like some primordial creature, let out indistinct roars. "Drip, drip"—saliva streamed down, while an astonishingly long, incomparably nimble tongue swayed about.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The elite guard wizards struck at once. Large numbers of legions took off aboard delta-wing fighters, while small AT Force Field counterattack cannons adjusted their angles to deal with this sudden emergency.
"An Abyssal Devil Race!"
The pupils of the Ridge Mist Garden Stigmata Wizard