Although the three girls were already retreating rapidly, they were still too slow. They were instantly repelled by the unexpected attack, only managing to let out a cry of surprise before being swept aside by the sudden pitch-black storm.
"Cough cough cough...That strange wind again, it's even stronger than before." Covering her mouth and coughing softly, Leticia opened her dark red wings and struggled to fly to the side.
"Oh no...Her target is the innocent spectators below!" Realizing what was happening after discovering that the pitch-black storm was only blowing past them without showing any intention of attacking them, Black Rabbit shouted in alarm.
"Don't worry, with me here, that wind won't come down."
Just as Black Rabbit was saying this nervously, Arthas's voice rang out faintly. He hadn't participated in the three girls' encirclement battle, because if he took action, the evenly matched confrontation would be broken in an instant, and his power, once unleashed, might cause even worse consequences than this Maou.
At least Arthas wasn't sure what kind of impact the chill he unintentionally leaked would have on the ordinary people below, and his power, once unleashed, would also place a heavy burden on Sandora, that little fire dragon.
Attribute restraint, as well as the absolute suppressive force on the bloodline originating from Azi, probably meant that he would not only steal all the limelight from Sandora, the Floor Master, but also make the little girl look bad.
If that happened, the scheme that certain people had painstakingly set up might be completely broken by him.
While the three girls were fighting the Maou, Arthas thought about many things, then discovered something strange.
Why would a Maou attack the Fire Dragon Birth Festival?
This was, first of all, a very unscientific thing, because the number of times the Fire Dragon Birth Festival had been attacked by a Maou was zero.
No Maou with any sense would cause trouble at such a festival, because it was a festival hosted by the Floor Master. In addition to the powerful community, there were also two Floor Masters present. Attacking such a festival was, to put it bluntly, asking for death.
But for some reason, a reckless Maou appeared at this Fire Dragon Birth Festival. It was true that the newly appointed Floor Master, Sandora, was still young and her strength might not be that great. But Leticia was a long-established powerhouse, and ordinary Maou should be too scared to appear at the mention of her name.
And the Maou who appeared seemed to have planned everything out, trapping the powerful Floor Master Leticia, then coming to take care of Sandora, the inexperienced Floor Master.
If the Maou who launched the attack was Azi's level, or even a little worse, reaching Shiroyasha's level, Arthas wouldn't be puzzled, he would only think that this was a very normal Maou attack.
But that wasn't the case. The strength of the Maou who launched the attack was far too weak. Although he didn't know what kind of means they used to restrain Leticia, the absolute strength of the girl Maou in front of him was far too lacking.
Not to mention Azi and Shiroyasha, even Ophis could probably defeat her easily, right?
So now, the question was, why would such a weak Maou launch an attack on the Fire Dragon Birth Festival? Looking at Sandora's heroic figure in battle, Arthas had already understood everything.
Without a doubt, this Maou attack was a self-directed and self-acted drama, a drama to raise the prestige of Sandora, the Floor Master!
The pitch-black wind blew down, and the three girls above were somewhat helpless against it. In fact, Arthas was also the same, so he planned to use a clumsy method to block the incoming storm.
The temperature in the sky slowly decreased, and accompanied by the creaking sound of shattering, an unusual existence gradually emerged from the night sky.
It was frost, frost as thin as cicada wings.
But it was this thin frost that formed a cage that easily blocked the pitch-black storm that covered the sky and the earth.
"H...How is this possible?!"
"What exactly did you do?!"
Looking at her storm being so easily blocked, the girl Maou wearing the polka-dot dress asked this angrily and puzzled.
"Just as you see, it's just frost."
Arthas said this with a chuckle, but this answer only made the girl even more angry.
"Don't joke with me! I am the embodiment of the resentment of the tragic lives lost to the Black Death, a being who has condensed and sublimated into divinity, the Black Death God of Death, Pest!"
Waving her wide sleeves, the girl named Pest, facing Arthas and the others, said this in a haughty manner.
"A mere mortal, how could you possibly resist my power!"
"Mortal? I may have to disappoint you. No matter how you look at it, I'm not a mortal."
Arthas said this while slowly walking forward. He seemed to be stepping on invisible stairs, rising into the air little by little, approaching Pest little by little.
As Arthas advanced, a terrifying chill spread throughout the night sky. Even Sandora, who possessed the Gift of the Fire Dragon, couldn't help but shiver.
"Hmph, you can only restrict my plague, I'd like to see how long you can restrict it!"
Quickly noticing the key to the problem, Pest said this, waving her sleeves and increasing the output of the storm. In an instant, the sound of frost shattering rang out from the barrier created by Arthas.
"I've changed my mind. Now I'm going to kill everyone below, not leaving a single one behind. All of you, go and accompany Ratten in death!"
"Y...You bastard!" The first one to get excited and lose control was Sandora. After all, most of those below were members of the community under her command.
"Sandora, don't be impulsive!" Leticia, who grabbed Black Rabbit, only managed to let out a shout, and the young Floor Master rushed up with raging flames surrounding her body.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, Pest revealed a cunning smile. The current situation was that she was in a passive position, her attacks were all being blocked by Arthas, but if Sandora rushed up like this, then she would be entering her attack range.
Thinking this smugly in her heart, the pitch-black wind of death once again lingered in her sleeves.
"Die! Maou!" The emotionally charged Sandora rushed forward, spewing out a large mouthful of scorching flames.
"Hehe." Accompanied by the waving of the wind of death, Pest smiled and welcomed Sandora.
The flame projectile didn't even get to explode as it wished, it seemed to have been eroded. With the blowing of the black wind of death, it turned into sparks and disappeared into the sky. The pitch-black wind, without diminishing its momentum, directly attacked Sandora, who had a look of despair on her face.
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