Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 5)

Chapter 842: The Last (75)

I eventually began to see the magical wings slowly wrapped around the sky. Those who stared blankly at the sky began to rub their eyes in disbelief.

The wizards who cast spells, those who were praying for the Archmage, and all those who drew their swords to face the undead were staring blankly at all but a single person.

There were no cheers to be heard. Instead, they were quiet, speechless, like people whose thoughts had been paralyzed for a moment.

The sight of the Archmage spreading her wings made of magical power was that much of an incredible sight. It was the process of a human gaining divinity, the process of mortal peeling and growth, but it was also a sight that couldn't be so easily simplified.

The colorfully shining magic circles that blocked the dark demon's magic stood out.

Four pairs of continuously extending wings enveloped the entire Laios to repay their faith, to show that she wouldn't be defeated by evil.

The light of that sublime, magical power continued to expand nonstop.

-Angel... it's an angel. Mom, mom, look at that. It's an angel.

-The Archmage of the State...

-Beautiful... It's beautiful.

-This... what magic is that, Lord of the Tower?

-This sight... how... how can I define this as magic? Haha... This is not magic, but Jung Hayan's power. I thought it was an absurd joke, but it seems she has really become the magic god... she went beyond her limits to save the continent...

-Magic god...

-Doesn't it seem like all the magic powers on the continent are blessing her new birth?

The more I heard the muttering voices and the inaudible voices of many of her supporters, the more her power grew.

Fiddling with his long white beard, the wizard watched the scene with an innocent figure that did not fit his age.

-Magic Wings...

-...

-Don't they resemble her purity?

-Yes. It feels like it contains Jung Hayan's transparency.

-I can't even pray with a smile anymore...

It was such an amazing sight that my mouth was left agape.

"Fuck... What is this now?"

It was that much of a jaw-dropping scene.

"What... How did you do this?"

Jung Hayan was constantly sucking up the magic around her.

"What happened?"

Considering that it absorbed the divinity around her, it made me wonder if she had been waiting for this situation this entire time.

She smiled, her body trembling and her fists clenched, creating an eerie image somehow.

It seemed I wasn't the only one who thought that way.

Park Deokgu blinked and cheered for Jung Hayan, but Han Sora, who began to be entangled in a huge stalk of magic, was struggling to get as far away from it as possible.

The stream of magic power, which climbed up her ankle, began to pull her body closer.

She stretched out her hand as if trying to escape somehow, but the stream of magic that covered her didn't allow it.

-Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Jung Hayan! Jung Hayan!

-...

-Jung Hayan! I'm scared. I'm... scared. Please forgive me. Please forgive me!!