“Steven, they’re just some demons that escaped from the Divine Realm. If they’re dead, they’re dead. Even if Alice did it, surely there’s no need for the 13th Bureau to make such a fuss?” Lucien, overhearing their conversation, thought the people from the 13th Bureau were here to trouble Alice.
He felt compelled to stand up for Alice.
To be fair, those demons that escaped from the Divine Realm have never looked up to human Soulmancers,in their eyes, it seems they consider themselves to be of a higher order of life.
If Alice killed a few demons in the name of justice, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration, and for the 13th Bureau to be concerned about it seemed absurd.
Steven took a deep breath and said, “Lucien, you might not be aware of how many people possessed by demons were in Maplewood Town. They all had the strength of ‘demigods.'”
Lucien chuckled, “How many could there be? At most five or six. Look, Steven, those demons descend to possess ordinary people, stealing their souls. They’re not good folks, so it’s no big deal if they’re killed.”
Steven’s face remained expressionless as he said, “There were a total of 1,389 ‘demigods’ in Maplewood Town, all of whom vanished overnight. According to the battle traces in the town, it’s very likely that they were eradicated by a single person.”
“One… over a thousand?” Lucien’s speech faltered, knowing full well the terror of reaching the strength of a demigod.
If it were a one-on-one battle, using all his tricks, he might fight to a draw, or even kill one.
But if he were to be attacked by two ‘demigods,’ his only option would be to flee.
Thousands of ‘demigods’—even the ancient deities of legend might not be able to eradicate them all overnight.
Lucien stared at Alice, swallowed hard, and asked with difficulty, “Alice, you didn’t really do it, did you?”
If it were true, then calling Alice the Guardian of Humanity wouldn’t be an overstatement!
With such a formidable being, where could Lucien find the confidence to pursue his affection?
Alice gave an awkward smile and said, “I really didn’t do it.”
Steven added, “As far as I know, the divine sword in Alice’s hand can intimidate anyone with demi-god strength. And before the ‘demigods’ of Maplewood Town disappeared, you were also targeted for assassination by a ‘demigod,’ who is now dead…”
“Alice, I’m not here to reproach you,” Steven said. “You should be aware that if over a thousand souls with demi-god strength could descend from the Divine Realm to Earth this time, it’s very likely that even stronger divine souls could arrive in the future. I just want to ascertain whether these thousand-plus ‘demigods’ are actually dead or just hiding.”
Steven’s address to Alice had changed to one of respect.
In the circle of Soulmancers, strength is revered.
To put it bluntly, with the divine sword in hand, Alice could completely ignore the 13th Bureau.
Even Zoey, could she really contend with Alice?
After all, it was Alice who shattered Lucien’s Ninefold Stellar Sanctuary magic circle with a single sword strike!
The power contained within this divine sword is simply unimaginable!
Her combat power is unmatched!
“It really wasn’t me!” After some thought, Alice said, “Can I go check out the scene now?”
“Of course!” Steven couldn’t help but be anxious about the matter.
If someone truly had the power to eradicate such a number of souls descended from the Divine Realm in one fell swoop, then they would have no fear of any ‘demigods’ that might come down from the Divine Realm in the future.
He even hoped that it was Alice who had done it.
In today’s world, Soulmancers without breaking the limits of their strength tend to abide by the law,the difficult ones to control are those who have reached the strength of demigods. They basically ignore the 13th Bureau, not giving them any face, unpredictable in their tempers. If they commit crimes, it’s really difficult for the 13th Bureau to deal with them.
But if Alice possesses such combat strength, she could truly intimidate those who have reached the strength of demigods, and even take on higher-level adversaries!
Justice lies where the sword points.
Without sufficient strength, reasoning with the opponent is meaningless.
Tristan also quickly followed them out, and they all got into the car, heading towards Maplewood Town.
William initially said he didn’t want to go, but Zoey insisted on him coming along.
Was he to accompany them to see his own crime scene?
That was simply too dull for him.
Along the way, Lucien, like a curious child, kept asking questions.
But he wasn’t from the 13th Bureau, and it was already quite good that they let him have a look at the scene.
When they arrived at Maplewood Town, even Alice couldn’t help feeling a bit of trepidation at the sight before her.
Alice had visited Maplewood Town before, where many houses were still under reconstruction, but now, many places had been leveled to the ground, with some shockingly large craters, as if a century-defining war had taken place.
“Alice, do you know who did this?” Steven saw something in Alice’s facial expression that indicated a problem, and his intuition told him that Alice definitely knew who was responsible.
“This… I don’t know!” Alice flatly denied, not wanting to betray her master William who was so unassuming.
Steven asked again, “Alice, who guided you in becoming a Soulmancer?” As he said this, Steven subconsciously glanced at William.
He remembered Zoey saying that her intuition told her William was more formidable than she was.
Zoey’s intuition was rarely wrong!
According to the information, Alice wasn’t a Soulmancer a month ago.
In the span of a month, she reached the level of an intermediate Soulmancer, and she acquired a divine sword—what kind of fortunate opportunity had she encountered?
Alice said, “I don’t have a master; it’s the Sword Spirit in my divine sword that taught me!”
As she finished her sentence, the Sword Spirit manifested in the form of an adorable boy in front of everyone.
“What standing do you have to question my master like this?”
Upon the Sword Spirit’s arrival, Steven and the others felt an incredibly terrifying pressure, almost bringing them to their knees.
William raised an eyebrow, and the Sword Spirit vanished, sealed away once again.
This fellow was just too ostentatious!
“Wuu wuu wuu! I’ve been sealed again!” The Sword Spirit couldn’t help but cry out, “Master, please discuss this with your teacher. He even gave you the Sword of Soulbreaker, so why does he still need to seal me?”
“Serves you right! Who told you to be so arrogant!”
Alice didn’t feel the slightest bit of sympathy for the Sword Spirit,this guy was too arrogant, showing off without her permission. If William didn’t seal it, Alice truly felt she couldn’t control it.
“Sorry about that! My Sword Spirit is quite unruly.” Alice gave an embarrassed smile, knowing that the sudden appearance of the Sword of Soulbreaker’s Sword Spirit had put a lot of pressure on the others.
“It’s okay,” said Steven, even as he covertly scrutinized William.
William’s complexion was somewhat pale, as if he had been injured by the oppressive energy emitted by the Sword Spirit.
Could it be that he was really just a novice Soulmancer?
Lucien took a couple of deep breaths of air and said, “Steven, it seems that among us humans there still exists a peerless master in this world. The residual energy in the air,if one could absorb this energy, find some clues within these remnants, and master the technique of releasing this kind of energy, one could certainly break through the current level of strength. Lucien requests permission to study here for some time, and if Steven agrees, I am willing to work for the 13th Bureau for a year, free of charge.”
William was somewhat surprised. It seemed that this descendant of Nostradamus was not too bad in terms of comprehension, to be able to sense the residual energy from his great battle.