Outside the large arena, not far from the college city, tens of thousands of spectators had already left the arena and were slowly moving away from the college city towards the Holy See, which bordered the Gravina autonomous territory.

To be able to control the situation in such a short amount of time and successfully command tens of thousands of people, it largely relied on a certain princess's lion's roar and the powerful amplification system—along with the golden dragon's might that Aya exerted.

After subduing most of the ordinary people who were in chaos due to fear, and with the help of some adventurers who were still calm and loudly commanding in the crowd, they were able to lead such a massive group out of the arena in an orderly manner.

As for whether the audience had been scared silly or not... the princess stated that it was Aya's responsibility and had nothing to do with her.

Regardless, organizing the evacuation of ordinary people from the arena at this critical moment was already a rare feat. Flying in the air and seeing the densely packed crowd gradually moving away from the battlefield on the other side where gods were fighting, Tiran also breathed a sigh of relief.

"But that side is really exaggerated, what's the situation with that gate?"

Gazing at the floating gate in the air that seemed to lead to the abyss, Tiran sighed, "Little Feizi also went over, Demon invasion and all... suddenly causing such a big commotion?"

"Some people are coming from over there, it's Lucius and the others."

Aya pointed in the direction of the college city, where dozens of black dots were approaching this side, rapidly growing closer. Lucius, the tall, skinny man wearing glasses at the front, could be recognized at a glance.

"Your Highness Tiran."

Lucius stopped in front of Tiran and, after a slight bow, breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that you're here."

"So can you explain the current situation to me?" Tiran touched the long sword he had just taken from the equipment room in the arena, feeling quite eager to try it out.

Well, although the specific situation was not yet understood, it looked like there was going to be a fight.

"Is it the Demons?" Aya also asked curiously. Just now, Xiaofeizi flew over there without saying a word, as if she had encountered an enemy. Moreover, the style of the giant teleportation gate over there looked like the aesthetics of Devildom.

"Yes, that girl Tiran encountered before altered the protective spell array of Eritheo and the city, turning the whole city into a giant teleportation array. There are now over three hundred demons who have crossed the gate to Hell, and if it weren't for the Holy Rank battles preventing their teleportation, there would probably be even more." Lucius said with concern.

"Dire

Surprisingly, Zhiran, who was originally a bit silly and indifferent, seemed to be possessed by a domineering and leaky military girl for a moment, imitating her tone perfectly.

"I'm starting to get curious about what kind of person Princess Chu from Western Empire is..."

Aya covered her face and said, "Hey, hey, Tyrant Miss Tiran, can you please contain your excitement? Why are you showing this expression as if you've found your prey!"

When Lucius heard that his student was a Demon, he visibly hesitated, and his first reaction was disbelief.

But upon further thought, the fact that Torres was the spy he had deduced actually made sense.

Torres had only been in the academy for a year, and within that year, he had continuously passed exams to become a third-grade student. His speed was almost comparable to Feilin's, except that he was never in the top group during the promotion exams, unlike Feilin who attracted attention.

The most important thing was that when they discovered the Dark Elf's stronghold, Lucius was accompanied by several students who were participating in the team competition.

Previously, when they searched the stronghold, they found that the Dark Elves had hastily retreated. If Torres had immediately notified the Dark Elves after learning about this, the timing would have matched perfectly.

"Where is Torres?"

Lucius glanced around. Most of Milt's gathered forces were present now, including the Watchers, academy teachers, and elite third-grade students. Altogether, there were only slightly over a hundred people. If he was looking for Torres, he should be able to spot him immediately.

"Are you looking for me, Director Lucius."

The voice that replied did not come from within the crowd, but from the direction of the Hell Gate in the sky above the academy city.

There, a demonic legion of nearly three hundred creatures stood, adorned in black armor and wielding black membranous wings and weapons. It was as if the legends had come to life, with each one being as strong as a high-level warrior.

Frankly speaking, this combined force could even destroy a kingdom.

Since the end of The Age of Legendary War ten thousand years ago, such a legion had been rarely seen. Looking up at the sky, one corner was obscured by the attacking black membranous wings, bringing about immense pressure.

The commander of this legendary legion slowly swayed his enormous demon wings and stood proudly in front of everyone, his towering figure and the flowing lava-like giant sword and armor hardly resembling the usually slim and silent swordsman, but his face under the helmet remained unmistakable.

"Torres?!"

The teammates who had just arrived beside Tiran looked at the figure in the sky, their partner, classmate, and friend whom they had fought alongside not long ago, with shock in their eyes. Surprise, anger, and confusion mixed together, appearing on everyone's faces. Even Joshua, who was usually calm and composed, showed an astonished expression.

Among those who were more familiar with Torres, Tiran seemed to be the only one who remained calm. Princess Tiran indicated that she was no longer surprised by anything magical happening in this world, let alone witnessing such a divine-like performance on the battlefield. If you say you're not a Sword Master, I'll stick a Sword Master label on your forehead!

"I am Atrox, heir of the ancient demonic race..."

"Dark Descendant Sword Master?" Princess Tiran eagerly raised her hand to answer.

"..."

Instantly, silence fell over the entire arena. Atrox, whose true name was Atrox, a powerful demon, remained silent for a while before nodding slowly.

What the heck! The atmosphere is completely ruined! Torres... Atokes has already made up his mind to kill Tiran, and I can't even announce his name properly without interruption. Can you give me some face, coach?

Tiran felt a bit embarrassed and was about to apologize, but then he suddenly realized that this guy is now a demon and there's no need to be polite with him. So, he gained some confidence.

"Who are you calling 'coach', you unlucky brat! I never taught you anything when you were that big!"

With that, Tiran drew his long sword and threw away the scabbard. He rushed forward with full force, the Frost Chi activated, and the surrounding air condensed into tiny ice crystals due to the low temperature. He swung his sword, and a sword light crossed a hundred meters, heading straight for Atokes.

Tiran had only just recovered to the level of a Great Knight, and it was already difficult for an ordinary Great Knight to unleash such an attack across a hundred meters. The power was not guaranteed, so she just made a casual slash, not expecting much from it.

Surprisingly, Atokes didn't block it, but took Tiran's sword with his body. The Chi blade shattered the armor and left a not too deep but not too shallow wound on his left shoulder.

"I apologize for deceiving you, but after this sword, I won't hold back anymore."

"You...!"

Tiran's hand holding the sword trembled, and his gaze at Atokes was very complicated.

"Please don't feel guilty, coach. Go all out, I also want to witness the power of the legendary Silver War Maiden... Bestow Death Sword Qi!" Atokes raised his huge sword, and a dark red flame burned on the blade.

"No, if you wanted to take a hit, you should have said so earlier! If you had, I would have used all my strength!"

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Atokes was dumbfounded. This guy was not playing by the rules. Shouldn't he be sentimental now and act out a scene of former teammates falling in love and fighting each other?

"What? What are you thinking? Have you read too many novels about coming to the main world?" the princess couldn't help but mock.

"Tiran Miss, you have gone too far..." Aya couldn't bear it anymore. It should be a serious situation now, and that guy is the enemy, so why is the princess still joking around?

But it was also unique to be able to mess with the enemy's mentality like this... Aya couldn't help but feel sorry for Atokes for a second. By the way, you have been with Tiran for so many days, haven't you figured out what kind of person she is? Do you really think she would feel guilty? Once she determined that you were the enemy, she would only regret not hitting you harder!

"Die!"

Atokes, in his full Sword Devil form, swung the Abyssal Blade towards Tiran, more like smashing rather than slashing, even without sharpness, relying solely on its weight, it was a terrifying weapon.

"Tch, you're serious now."

A fiery seed sprouted in Aya's hand and instantly grew into a lava greatsword. Aya stood in front of Tiran and swung her sword to intercept Atokes' heavy strike.

Even though Tiran had recovered somewhat, she was only at the level of a Great Knight, while the Atokes in front of her was obviously an over-specification Level Nine. How could Aya let Tiran fight him by herself at this moment?

But Aya's sword didn't clash head-on with Atokes either. Three flying swords had already formed a sword formation and blocked Atokes before that.

"Get out of the way!" Atokes recognized the origin of the flying swords with one glance. He was already a bit annoyed by Tiran, and now he swung his sword and split open the sword formation.

After the three flying swords were scattered and shook for a while, they floated back around Zhiran. She calmly looked at Atrox, saying, "Evil spirit, our battle is not over yet. Your Highness Tiran, Miss Aya, I'll leave the remaining demons to you."

"......Oh." Someone spoke up, and Tiran couldn't be bothered to argue with the Swordmaster. He agreed casually.

Aya also hurriedly followed along, feeling that something was not right.

"Hey, wait a minute! What's going on with Miss Aya!"

Tiran let out a shout, but it didn't matter. After all, he couldn't forcibly correct it himself. But why did even people who are not very familiar start calling her that!