Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Meanwhile, Lanci's eyes tightened, and electric sparks overflowed in his pupils, as lightning descended from the sky, striking the center of the hurricane precisely.

The battle erupted once again.

In an instant, icy white crystals fell from the heavens, leaving not even ashes of the corpses of void beings on the ground.

"Strange, where do I have so much Power of Faith from..."

Standing firmly on the ice field condensed by his Magic Power, Lanci mused to himself, puzzled.

This time he finally understood the reason for his increase in strength.

It turns out it wasn't that void beings had inexplicably weakened.

Instead, he had indeed become stronger.

Even across the Phantom Realm's alien space, Lanci felt like an overwhelming amount of Power of Faith was penetrating the dimensional wall, ready to bless him, giving him the faint premonition of beginning to transform towards the Ninth-Order Divine Domain.

A long time ago, the Power of Faith he had always seemed inexplicable, but now the surging Power of Faith was unprecedented in its magnitude.

If it wasn't his illusion.

Once such a degree of Power of Faith truly blessed him, he might immediately breakthrough to the ninth-order.

"No way."

Reaching the limit of the eighth-order, could he really complete the hardest step of collecting Power of Faith directly to the ninth-order?

Lanci couldn't understand anymore.

There were too many things he didn't understand.

But often in such cases, historically, it almost always involved large numbers of helpless residents falling into distress, needing someone to save them, thus praying and gathering such large-scale Power of Faith.

Compared to understanding why the Power of Faith chose him, he was more anxious about what exactly happened outside in these two months that needed someone like him, who had been missing, to save them.

...

Meanwhile, on the ground, the snow fell heavier and heavier.

"The Bulida Mafia moved out in full force, targeting several key energy hubs in Bulida with premeditated intent, completely bypassing the guard of the First Constabulary Brigade and the Empire's Special Operations Department in the capital."

The news reporter's voice echoed in any place in Bulida with a large screen.

Whether in a massive kingdom or the southern giant, the Cerryti Empire, any core city-state prohibited, by law, the use of combat magic with destructive power, although the use of life magic was more broadly permitted, and battle mode would trigger safety alerts and suppression.

High-order magic could only be used freely in certain special areas, and the capital Bulida had such regions as well.

They were divided into legal combat zones and gray areas.

For example, the recent frequently-discussed Silver Moon Reformation of the Midnight Council by Bulida citizens, the Mist Watchers who have been an urban legend, the Dawn Church responsible for maintaining the Temple of Gods' order including Director Simon Rodian, the news media company Voice of Truth group controlling the most authoritative channels in Bulida, and the old forces like the Moat Port Bulida Mafia, they either possessed permissions for legal combat areas or occupied a gray zone.

"But now, the situation has completely changed."

"Setting aside the looting riots stirred up by the Bulida Mafia taking advantage of the situation, under the war of so many eighth-orders, the city defense Barrier can no longer hold."

"It's like on the battlefield, a group of eighth-order hero units tower-diving; even without minions, the defense facilities can't withstand."

Experts in the studio were discussing solemnly on screen.

At Cret Memorial Square, where Lanci and Hesintos were located, the main battlefield image was relatively static, but at several other eighth-order battlefields, the filming screen occasionally shook.

Southeast side of the city-state.

In the Bulida Port District in winter, the bitter cold wind mixed with fine snow whistled past.

The vast port had only the sound of the wind echoing between the empty containers.

Snow coated the staggered containers, rounding their edges.

Above this steel labyrinth of containers and narrow alleys, several figures emerged, engaging in combat.

"I told you, I only want to stop you from preventing our companions from attacking the East District energy station, not fight to the death with you."

The deep, dark Magic swirling around Duke Migaya turned into countless threads, extending and fluttering behind him, manipulating many black puppets.

He raised his hands, speaking to the pursuing opponents.

The pure black sky started to blush eerily, and the air seemed to solidify.

Having been forced into the gray area, they could now act without scruples.

Correspondingly, the War Gods also seemed to have the intent to fight them to the death.

Because here at the Bulida Mafia's port, the War Gods could unleash full destruction without worrying about harming Bulida's residents.

"I knew you would help the Great Priest Lanci, so it's you, Duke Migaya."

The voice of Yaspeel, the leader on the opposite side, was laced with mockery.

"There's really no need, can we have a ceasefire here? If you don't attack, we won't attack either."

Migaya looked at the Bulida Mafia's territory, speaking with a sense of heartache.

This was a legitimate asset of the empire, and his wife was a shareholder; fighting here was no different from tearing down their own house.

"What do you think?"

Fourth War God Yaspeel's surroundings flashed with blue light, as the cyan mechanical eye glinted coldly.

She had no intention of trusting this man's word.

Moreover, with three of them against three on the opposing side, they had an advantage and no need to adopt a conflict-avoidance strategy.

"Duke Migaya, we're sorry, we must arrest you and then go support other companions elsewhere; of course, you can also choose to surrender."