In a hilly region of Ishgar, four figures walked side-by-side, advancing slowly against the setting sun.
Focusing closer, these four individuals consisted of two elderly men and two middle-aged men.
If any mage from Ishgar were here now, they would surely go wild.
Because among these four, three were the legendary Four Gods of Ishgar.
And the last one was also one of the Ten Wizard Saints.
Although these four were all pinnacle figures of the magical world on the Ishgar Continent, at this moment, they all have solemn expressions as they looked ahead, as if some terrifying monster existed at the edge of their vision.
"Very close," Hyberion, holding a wine glass like a vampire, was the first to speak.
"It's God Serena," The bespectacled, stooped old man next to Hyberion said with a grave expression.
"Besides God Serena, there are two others with abnormally terrifying magical power!" Warrod, who usually liked to joke, was also unusually serious as he spoke next to the stooped old man.
While Warrod and the other two were talking, Jura, who held the title of Wizard Saint, merely stared ahead with a solemn expression, not daring to speak.
After all, the three beside him were all senior figures to him.
Half a minute later, Jura's eyes snapped wide open.
Under the setting sun ahead, three figures were walking towards them.
Although the weather wasn't hot, for some reason, in Jura's field of vision, the three figures ahead seemed to be in a heat haze, the surrounding air giving a distorted feeling.
Simultaneously, Warrod, the stooped old man, and the vampire-like Hyberion beside Jura also saw the three figures under the setting sun.
Now, the expressions on the faces of Warrod and the other two were even graver than before.
As time passed, the distance between the two sides closed.
Soon, the true appearances of the three figures came into view for Jura and the others.
The three were: an old man with white hair holding a magic staff, a middle-aged man in a black tailcoat with a skull imprint on his forehead, and finally, a man with a flaxen-colored spiky hairstyle.
After clearly seeing the faces of these three, the expressions of Warrod, the stooped old man, and Hyberion all changed.
At this moment, their gazes were all fixed on the old man holding the magic staff.
Although the old man looked kindly, facing him made Warrod and the other two feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Even though they were the Four Gods of Ishgar, they were still shocked upon seeing the old man.
"To think it's the Magic King... This is bad," The stooped old man said, his face stiffening slightly before he narrowed his eyes.
'The Magic King? The one proficient in over a thousand magics?'
Hearing the stooped old man's words, Jura also broke out in a cold sweat at the mention of the Magic King.
Clearly, he had also heard some things about the Magic King.
Seeing the Magic King, Warrod and the others already knew they couldn't stop these three before them.
But even so, the pace of their steps didn't falter in the slightest.
After all, they had already resolved themselves before coming here.
They were the Four Gods of Ishgar.
They represented all of Ishgar.
Whoosh-
Just as Jura and the others were walking, God Serena suddenly leaped into the air, his body spinning numerous times in the sky before landing as steadily as a gymnast in front of Jura and the others, striking a pose with his hands raised to the sky.
Although God Serena's behavior was extremely awkward, the hearts of Jura and the others were so heavy they had no mood to criticize it.
God Serena was formerly the #1 of the Four Gods of Ishgar.
For Warrod and the other two, who were also Four Gods of Ishgar, he was an old acquaintance.
He placed a hand on his forehead, completely ignoring the atmosphere, and was the first to greet them: "Long time no see, Hyberion, Wolfheim, Warrod!"
Wolfheim glanced at the Magic King. Seeing that the Magic King showed no intention of making a move, he then said to God Serena with clear irritation, "God Serena, since you have already betrayed Ishgar, we have nothing to say to you."
"Is that so?"
"In that case, I'll be your opponent. All four of you, come at me together!" God Serena spread his arms, a smirk curling his lips as he spoke mockingly.
Hearing God Serena's arrogant words, a flash of anger was evident on Wolfheim's face.
But he didn't say much more.
After all, he was very clear about God Serena's terrifying power.
"Attack!" After uttering these words with hatred, Wolfheim struck first.
His originally small, thin body instantly transformed into a massive beast-man and pounced towards God Serena.
"Transformation Magic?" The Magic King, standing on the slope, commented casually upon seeing the stooped old man transform.
At this moment, Warrod, Jura, and Hyberion also launched their attacks against God Serena.
But before the attacks from Warrod and the other two could follow, God Serena suddenly charged in front of the beast-man.
"What?!" Seeing God Serena suddenly appear before him, the beast-man's face changed dramatically.
"Heh!" God Serena grinned. In the next second, his fist connected with the beast-man's body.
Thud-
Accompanied by a loud impact, the beast-man's body flew backward like a cannonball.
After dealing with the beast-man, God Serena charged explosively towards Warrod and the other three.
Although Warrod's branch vines and Jura's rocks swept towards God Serena as if alive, in just an instant, God Serena destroyed Warrod's vines and shattered Jura's rocks.
Before Jura, Warrod, and Hyberion could react, God Serena's fists landed on the three of them.
Thud-
Thud-
Thud-
Accompanied by three loud impacts, Jura, Warrod, and Hyberion were already on the ground.
"Is this the power of God Serena, the former #1 of the Four Gods of Ishgar?" Jura, lying on the ground, struggled to get up while speaking with awe, having seen God Serena instantly defeat the other three.
"Hey, hey, hey... You're all too weak! I haven't even used my full strength, and you're already down," God Serena looked at the four collapsed figures on the ground and spoke with boredom.