While observing, Ezreal suddenly sensed someone else's presence around his physical body in the outside world, which made him raise an eyebrow slightly.
His consciousness and spiritual body emitted a faint white light, and in the next second, it burst into a sky full of white light and dissipated... Outside, the night was deep.
A group of fully armed silver-armored soldiers lined up neatly and ran quickly to Central Park.
What greeted their eyes was not the hundred-year-old stone sculpture park they remembered.
What they saw was a desolate wasteland, with rubble everywhere, shattered green bricks, crisscrossing cracks in the earth, and the bodies of Orc Soldiers lying haphazardly on the ground, all with blood flowing from their seven orifices, a tragic sight.
And in the midst of the ruined Central Park, a blonde young man stood with his eyes closed beside a massive teleportation gate.
The pure white energy vortex was opposite to the black and white energy vortex.
The light shone on the handsome face of the blonde young man, flickering between bright and dim.
"How did the Stone Sculpture Park become like this..."
"These Orc Soldiers are all dead!"
"Didn't they say there would be a large number of Orc Soldiers invading? How come we don't see any?"
"Is the enemy's teleportation gate out of order?"
"That young man is a Mage from Fairy Tail!"
"That blonde hair, there's no mistake, he's the Punishment Knight, Ezreal!"
The soldiers looked at each other, their hearts filled with confusion and shock, while some soldiers recognized Ezreal at a glance.
They had all been stationed in the Rhine Basin, and Ezreal's handsome appearance and distinctive hair color left a deep impression on them.
The white-robed general leading the team raised his hand to stop his subordinates' chatter.
He quickly walked towards Ezreal, but after only two steps, he saw the blonde young man slowly open his eyes.
Those bright eyes, with a faint white light in their depths, seemed to possess the ability to see through people's hearts.
The white-robed general subconsciously stopped, and from a distance of seven or eight meters, he bowed slightly to Ezreal.
Ezreal let out a soft breath, and as the cold night approached, a long stream of white cold air puffed out. His gaze swept over the silver-armored soldiers in front of him, finally resting on the young white-robed general.
"Go back through the teleportation gate, and use other teleportation gates to support other areas," Ezreal said gently, smiling at the general in front of him. "I've already dealt with the enemy's teleportation gate; you can leave this place to me."
The white-robed general was slightly stunned. He looked at Ezreal, his gaze passing over the young man to the two huge spatial teleportation gates behind him. A trace of hesitation flashed across his face, but he quickly nodded firmly: "Alright, Lord Ezreal, please be very careful."
With that, he turned and loudly ordered the soldiers: "Attention, all! Following Lord Ezreal's instructions, retreat to the teleportation gate and rush to other areas for support!"
The soldiers responded in unison, then quickly turned and marched in formation towards the teleportation gate.
Ezreal watched their retreating figures, closed his eyes again, and his consciousness once more sank into Summoner's Rift... Arandor City, outskirts.
The same black and white energy vortex rotated silently in the forest outside the city.
Countless Orc Soldiers surged out of it like a tide, brandishing their weapons and howling as they ran in all directions.
In all four directions—east, south, west, and north—astonishing battles erupted.
To the east, sword energy shot out in all directions. Erza, clad in silver-white armor, wielded a greatsword, her magic power transforming into streaks of bone-white sword energy, several meters long, that slashed at the Orc Soldiers.
One after another, her comrades were cut down by the sword energy and lost their lives. Blood flowed through the forest, staining the grass, and large swathes of trees fell.
However, this group of Orc Soldiers seemed to have no fear, still howling madly as they charged at Erza. When comrades in front fell, others immediately filled their places, constantly pressing forward.
Erza's expression was cold at this moment. She held a greatsword in each hand and charged towards the Orc Soldiers.
She plunged alone into the horde of Orc Soldiers, the cold light of her dancing swords constantly flashing, her figure as agile as a swimming dragon.
With every flash of sword light, an Orc Soldier fell, completely unmatched.
To the south, Loki's fists were covered in golden light, the size of basketballs. With a casual punch, he could send a heavy and massive Black Pig People flying.
A strong gust of wind came from behind him, and a cold glint reflected in Loki's eyes. Without turning his head, he raised his fists to protect his head.
The next second, a massive Black Pig People, with a ferocious expression, swung its black iron spiked club down heavily.
This furious strike landed squarely on Loki's raised hands.
Yet, Loki simply opened his palm and steadily caught the heavy blow, his arm unmoving.
Loki, with his other free hand, adjusted his glasses, then suddenly exerted force and flung the spiked club.
The Black Pig People only felt a terrifying force coming from the spiked club. Before the look of terror could fully register on its face, it was thrown dozens of meters away, crashing heavily to the ground.
As its heavy body landed, the crisp sound of cracking bones and a scream rang out simultaneously.
Loki disdainfully shook his hand, then his figure flashed, appearing in front of another Black Pig People. The dazzling golden fist grew larger in the Black Pig People's eyes.
After a loud "boom," a huge bloody hole was punched directly through the Black Pig People's chest.
Loki moved swiftly, charging towards his next target.
The golden light on his fists was dazzling, but it did not come from his own Celestial Spirit power, but from the magic rings on his hands.
Currently, Loki was using the identity of an A-Class Mage to conceal his Celestial Spirit status.
His common spells all came from the rings he wore on his hands.
He had a ring with Light Magic on each hand.
He could use some common Light Magic.
Coupled with being the head of the Twelve Zodiacs, his Celestial Spirit identity gave him an unimaginable powerful physique, and he was also a Celestial Spirit skilled in Light Magic. At this time, he was far from the Loki whose lifespan was nearing its end when the main storyline began two years later.
At this moment, Loki's strength was firmly at the A-Class Mage level.
To the west, the eye was met with a murderous wave of gold sand. Waves of gold sand, dozens of meters high, crashed down.
Large swathes of forest were destroyed, and the Orc Soldiers within couldn't even let out a wail before being engulfed by the heavy gold sand.
Marcus stood expressionlessly on a cloud of gold sand, his arms crossed over his chest, and he gently raised the finger of his right hand.
The gold sand in the forest seemed to come alive, surging and swallowing all the Orc Soldiers.
Much of the dazzling gold sand was stained red with blood.
Finally, to the north, Natsu cupped his hands to his mouth, his chest puffed out high, and the next second, a violent crimson pillar of fire erupted like a horizontally spewing volcano.
The surging fiery breath, carrying unimaginable high temperatures, shot towards a monstrous, fiery-red, half-human, half-ape creature in the distance.
Where the flames passed, the air twisted.
However, this red-haired ape-man, nearly two meters tall, showed disdain on his face and stood his ground without dodging or evading.
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