With Elysia providing cover, all the civilians and White Tower staff had evacuated to a safe distance, leaving her free to fight without restraint.
Naturally, her first target was Wrath, the one who had just called her "stinky pink-haired brat." She leveled her staff at the grotesque figure, the close proximity between them making it look as if she were pressing the muzzle of a gun against his forehead.
In character customization games, some players strive for ultimate beauty, meticulously crafting their characters to be as stunning as possible. Others, particularly streamers, might pursue the opposite extreme: the infamous "Ancient God's Face," a deliberate attempt to create the ugliest possible character, hoping to shock their viewers and disgust the monsters.
As Elysia stared at Wrath, she fought back the bile rising in her throat. Without exaggeration, he was uglier than any "Ancient God's Face" she had ever seen in her previous life while watching live streams.
In the next instant, a torrent of pink energy erupted from the tip of her staff, leaving Wrath no time or space to react. It instantly engulfed him.
Previously, Elysia's archery required precise aim, anticipation of her enemies' movements, and considerable skill. But this new technique was utterly devoid of finesse, relying solely on brute force.
Hummm—
Even the gentlest energy, when channeled in sufficient quantity, can unleash devastating destruction. This was especially true for Honkai energy, which was inherently destructive.
As Elysia unleashed the attack, she deliberately tilted her staff slightly upward. In that instant, everyone witnessed a pink beam engulf Wrath before surging skyward, piercing the clouds and leaving a vivid pink trail in its wake.
Coincidentally, a cloud drifted diagonally above them. Elysia's energy blast cleaved through the cloud, splitting it neatly in two like a parted hairstyle.
The sun, previously obscured by the cloud, reappeared. The first rays of sunlight streamed through the gap, illuminating Elysia's figure from behind. Her waist-length pink hair shimmered brilliantly in the golden light, enhancing her ethereal beauty.
Not to mention she had just used this very move to instantly annihilate a formidable enemy. Wrath hadn't even been reduced to ashes; he had been completely obliterated.
Click, click, click—
The sound of cameras snapping incessantly filled the air. Though the civilians had evacuated the battlefield, they hadn't vanished entirely. Instead, they had found safe vantage points to watch the battle unfold. Even the official live stream remained active, with White Tower staff dutifully operating their cameras.
This very scene was destined to be etched into the annals of White Eagle history!
Elysia, however, remained unaware of this significance. Her gaze shifted to Pride, who was now trapped in a flimsy pink maze created by her repeated interjections and rising walls. The haughty creature looked as if it were trapped in a shoddy maze, its claws hooked onto the top of one of the towering pink barriers as it desperately tried to climb out.
In reality, the maze had only one or two minor forks. A casual stroll would have led Pride out, but the thin, towering walls made climbing the most time-consuming and strenuous approach.
"So, he wasn't working with Wrath to ambush me as a feint to distract me. He's just... too stupid? He's attacking everyone around him indiscriminately?" Elysia muttered to herself. "Did this transformation rob him of his ability to think?"
What she didn't know was that even before transforming, Pride had never been particularly bright.
While silently pondering this, Elysia raised her staff and aimed it at Pride. An identical pink beam of light erupted from its tip.
No wind-up, no casting time—she could unleash the spell instantly, as effortlessly as turning on a faucet, a mere flick of her fingers.
Whoosh—
Perhaps as the price of losing his rationality, Pride's primal instincts had been fully awakened. His perception of danger had sharpened dramatically. The snake and wolf heads among his three recoiled into tight coils, but the largest lion head couldn't react in time and was pierced by the beam.
Pride's immense size worked against him. The attack that had nearly engulfed Wrath's entire body now only covered a single head.
With a single strike, Pride roared in pain and fury. Elysia, however, merely frowned slightly, contemplating how to finish him off.
Pride possessed extraordinary vitality and regenerative abilities. During the retreat, Elysia had peppered him with arrows while covering the others, but his wounds healed within seconds. Even now, fresh flesh was already sprouting from the neck where his lion's head had been blasted apart, promising its imminent regrowth.
Could his head regenerate like a severed limb? Elysia wondered. Perhaps that's why he's such an idiot? The bizarre thought flickered through her mind. She shook her head, her long pink hair swaying, and made her decision.
If she couldn't obliterate him with a single blast, it simply meant her output wasn't powerful enough—the cannon too small, the firepower too weak!
Snap!
With a crisp snap of her fingers, massive pink spikes erupted from the ground, impaling Pride's torso. But this was only the beginning. The spikes continued to rise rapidly, hoisting Pride a full fifty meters into the air.
Elysia positioned herself directly beneath the suspended Pride, raised her staff, and whispered, "Come now. Witness the true power of Fairy magic~"
The next moment, a colossal pink magic circle, over ten meters in diameter, materialized before Elysia. Adorned with intricate and flamboyant symbols, it exuded an aura of grandeur and sophistication.
"Fairy magic?!" The spectators were instantly captivated, their attention drawn to this extraordinary display. Curiosity hung in the air as they wondered what form this magic would take.
However, if a mage from Great Britain were present, they would likely recognize the magic circle as a mere facade. Its symbols held no practical meaning, serving only as ornamental flourishes, like decorative patterns on a vase—purely for visual appeal.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a massive beam of light, even larger than before and over ten meters in diameter, erupted from the circle. In an instant, it engulfed Pride completely.
The overwhelming energy surged outward. On the 30th floor of the White Tower, multiple reinforced Crystal Balls, housed within special energy-isolating containers, shattered simultaneously.