In the basement, lit by flickering candlelight, the newly joined members silently watched the scene unfold in the corner of the venue. Many of them harbored doubts and hesitations, not fully committed to joining the club. However, as those around them advanced and grew stronger, enduring their past inefficiency and weakness became a source of suffering.
When the train of the times is speeding forward, even if you stop and watch, you will fall behind and make a mistake.
They were well aware of the dangers of this mysterious society, but those who came to Emenas often carried the expectations of many, and it was unbearable for them to disappoint them. If they couldn't defeat them, they would just have to join, that was the thinking of many.
Loran Hill was finding it increasingly difficult to resist on the field, and his mind was also rapidly thinking of ways to escape from the predicament.
Time waits for no one. If she waits for Osuna and the main members on the ground to come down, she will be in even greater danger. Right now, she can defeat these besieging students with her own words, but this will undoubtedly kill them instantly, and this is not the scene the girl wants to see.
It seems that I have to change my thinking.
Holding two bright red swords on both sides of her body, Loran Hill kicked the ground with one foot and turned her body rapidly with this as the center. The blood sword and the hem of her skirt drew a perfect circle in the air, and then the blood sword shattered, splitting into countless fragments and stabbing at the black guards around her.
It was naturally impossible to dodge an attack at such a close distance, and coupled with the magic-breaking and armor-breaking effects that came with her extraordinary job, the besieging guards were injured one after another.
Unfortunately, Jenna, who was standing aside, did not stop. She did not even let the injured companions retreat. Instead, she took advantage of the moment when Loran Hill had no weapons in his hands and continued to give orders.
"Twelve Sharp Stabs!"
Immediately, the besieging students changed their formation and all switched to thrusting with long swords, because this allowed more people to stand closely in a small space without affecting their teammates' attack routes. At the same time, thrusting was different from slashing and was more difficult to resist, but the attack surface was narrow and could be easily dodged.
But now eight long swords were stabbing at him from all directions at the same time, and four long swords appeared in the sky at the same time. In this way, there was no room for Loran Hill to turn around and dodge.
A crimson flashed in Loran Hill's eyes, and an emerald green light emerged, and a fiery red lotus bloomed directly in the basement.
The intense light and heat, like molten iron, completely obliterated everyone's vision and perception, spreading ever wider. In this unbearable glow, Loran Hill finally found an opening, dodging most of the thrusts, allowing only three longswords to pierce his less vital arms and wrists.
Although the flames were fierce, Loran Hill's natural sequence job ability was more inclined towards large-scale attacks, and he was not particularly good at single-target killing. However, all those present were extraordinary people. Except for a few people in the middle who were injured, the other students resisted it relatively easily.
But in the following period of time, these people also began to feel uncomfortable. The basement was originally closed, and after being burned by flames, the oxygen content in the air was greatly reduced. Some students began to feel an unbearable feeling of suffocation.
Taking advantage of the chaotic scene, Loran Hill placed his hands on his chest to form a triangle and chanted a spell rapidly. Under the blessing and guidance of the spell, the mana in the air continued to transform and gather. Small green sprouts grew from the ground, then quickly grew thicker and approached the ceiling of the basement.
Seeing that Loran Hill was about to use plants to break the soil and bricks and escape from the scene, Jenna and the remaining few people rushed forward quickly, trying to stop her.
The long knife, made of piled and layered snow silver, was extremely sharp. It directly cut through the growing plants and then slashed towards the girl surrounded by green branches and leaves.
Seeing this, Loran Hill said nothing. She plucked a white flower blooming from the branches and held it in her hand. Emerald magic flowed into it, and the flower continued to grow. The stamen in the center grew longer and gradually hardened. The wood fibers tightly arranged, forming a sword-like hardness stronger than iron. At the same time, the flower stem also grew and thickened, becoming a suitable hilt for the sword. This was also the first time she used the ability of [Binding Wood into Sword].
The flower sword and the snow-silver long knife collided in the air, making a metallic vibration and popping out several sharp light-colored wood fibers.
Although Jenna had the advantage in weapons, her own strength was far inferior to Roland Hill's, and she was directly swept back. Then there were several more sounds of metal clashing, and the remaining members were also easily resisted by the girl.
After losing their formation and the girl having plants as a place to block and dodge, the remaining black guards could no longer pose a threat to her.
White flowers bloomed on the growing branches, and flower swords slowly appeared.
Jenna fell to the ground, enduring the pain, quickly got up from the ground, ready to stand up and stop the girl who was promoting plant growth again.
Sorry, my old friend.
Loran Hill thought to himself, and then the long sword shot out, directly piercing through Jenna's shoulder and nailing her to the wall. Then the wood fibers of the sword continued to grow, and the vines spread everywhere, penetrating into the wall, firmly fixing it like roots, making Jenna unable to move anymore.
Not only her, but with the sound of long swords breaking through the air, one black-clad guard after another was nailed to the ground and the wall, and then tightly fixed by vines as hard as iron, unable to move.
By this point, all the official members of the Black Veil had been contained, leaving only the newcomers watching from the sidelines. Although they were members of the club, they came from different colleges, were unfamiliar with each other, and lacked any organization. Seeing the powerful Roland Hill, no one dared to intervene.
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