"What is the overall situation?" Rob's expression remained unchanged in the face of Vanal V's questioning, and asked calmly, "Sacrificing the lives of a group of innocent girls for the so-called short-term peace? I think humans have not yet fallen to this point."

The old man disagreed, "How many years have magic been born? How did you think humans survive the dark years before Roland? We have done many things that are more difficult to talk about than this in order to continue the race, but so what? Looking back now, we have just made choices that we have to make."

"Not this time." The future Super Magic Master looked straight into the pope's eyes and paused, "With me here, no one can hurt her."

"It is a good thing for young people to be arrogant, but it is best not to be too confident. The church has 800,000 soldiers, five Paladins, and hundreds of millions of believers. Don't get me wrong. What we fear from beginning to end is not you, but the Association of Magicians behind you." A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Vannar V's mouth, "You are the most optimistic genius from the Magicians Association. One of your two teachers is the vice president of the Society of Magicians and the other is the director of the Society of Magicians. Your attitude can certainly affect the Society of Magicians to a certain extent, but don't forget that the person who made the decision in the end is not you but the Council. I'm very curious. If you want to hand over the people you are not the temple but the Society of Magicians, can you still be so tough?"

Rob was unmoved, "Your Majesty's threat is too low-level. If you can control the decision of the Council, why should you come and have a quarrel with me today."

"Because I'm waiting." The old man looked at the thin leaves in the pot of sunlight and narrowed his eyes. "To be honest, I have to thank you for this. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have caught the girl of the Breton family. Goodris was the deadline that night. Now, the first round of warnings has come. Nine hundred years ago, the church always stood in front of the front in times of great trouble. Do you know why? Because we are the largest human force, but now, it's your magician association.

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The Margan Desert is on the fifth day. In the previous four days, Rossel and Lucia did not find too many clues, just like the magicians who came to investigate before, the caravan of more than 100 people in Haifa and the two teachers of the Laurel Magic Academy disappeared without a trace just like the evaporated world. And as they continued to deepen, Rossel also discovered something a bit creepy. On the fourth day, he finally confirmed that there was no living creature in the entire desert.

Whether it is plants, animals, or insects, it is gone.

Rossell began to realize that the situation might not be as optimistic as he thought. He looked at the Lucia magician wearing a blue robe and glasses not far away, who was squatting under a sand dune and carefully testing something with instruments.

After a while, the female magician raised her head and looked serious, "The environment here is very degraded. According to the people in the town, the oasis began to disappear about a year ago, but the degree of degradation I have observed now is more like the result of the accumulated effects of hundreds of years. Master Rossel, do you know what can affect such a huge area in such a short time?"

The latter shook his head, "I've never seen anything like that."

Lucia wanted to speak but stopped.

Rosel said in a warm voice, "What else can Lucia magician find and tell you together? It doesn't matter. After the final report comes out, I will bear all the responsibilities."

Lucia nodded, feeling a little embarrassed, "I'm not afraid of taking responsibility, but I don't know if it's my illusion. I always feel that we... well, it seems like we have left our original world."

As soon as she said this, Rosel's expression changed suddenly. His figure disappeared from the spot, but had already used phase movement. A quarter of an hour later, the Academic Affairs Director returned to the spot, but a wry smile appeared on his face, "This is a big trouble."

"Hmm?" Lucia was puzzled.

"I probably already know what's going on in this place." Rossell's eyes were complicated. "There is only one possibility that this situation will happen."

“What is possible?”

"We are now in a crack in the abyss." Rossell vomited the answer with some difficulty.

Lucia is a research-oriented magician, and a geological magician specializing in one field. You can see from her appearance that she is a typical scholar dressed up and knows nothing about things outside her research field. Although she has heard of the abyss, she knows nothing about things like the abyss cracks. At this moment, she still looked up and asked stupidly, "Is it very serious?"

"More than 200 years ago, a rift of about five kilometers long and two kilometers long appeared at the southwest end of the Morning Continent, and tens of thousands of abyss creatures poured into the Morning Continent from that crack. The temple paid the price of a cardinal and five ninth-level paladins to seal the crack. The Longinus anti-cross spear, one of the nine holy tools, also broke in that battle. It took the church eighty years to repair it, and the Magicians Association also helped that battle."

Lucia was startled, "Is this... so scary? Then what should we do? Will we report the matter here to the Council immediately?"

"It's too late. The abyss cracks belong to the overlap point between the two worlds. It's easy to come in and out here, otherwise the church wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses before. I tried it just now, and we can no longer leave this desert." Rossell shook his head.

Lucia didn't know the severity of the matter until then, and her little face turned pale, "Master Rosel, will we die here?"

"Well, for now, this is quite possible." Rossel did not lie on this issue and said truthfully, "Everyone knows that we came to the Margan Desert to investigate the disappearance of the caravan, so it will take half a month before someone notices that we are missing. It is estimated that we will have to wait another half a month to confirm that we are missing. We don't have that much supplies on our body to last for such a long time."

The Director of Academic Affairs did not finish his words. How could there be no other dangers in the abyss cracks other than supplies? This is the junction between the abyss and the Dawn Continent.

Lucia was stunned when she heard this, "But...but I haven't finished writing a paper yet."
Chapter completed!