"It's done."
When Zheng Qing's first Fu Bullet hit the Black Wizard's forehead.
High above the battlefield, far away.
In the clouds.
Sitting on the back of the grey Raven, Professor Montreya put away the feather pen and notepad in his hands, lowered his head, and took one last look at the irregular dark patch of intertwined black and red embedded in the dark green Silent Forest below, and ordered indifferently, "The relevant data basically meets expectations, and the time is almost up... let's end it here."
"Won't you observe for a while longer?"
Crow No.3 lay on the edge of the Raven's wings, stretching its head, greedily feeling the majestic aura emanating from the top-tier Big Wizard in the dark patch, and murmured with a hint of intoxication in its eyes, "This is our best creation, except for some flaws in appearance... Imagine, if everyone in the world could..."
He wisely ended his reverie here.
The professor raised his eyelids and glanced at him.
