Before his nemesis's fiery fist, almost every part of his body became a fatal weakness.
Even now, though the sword can be used for defense, if Fan discovers a weakness and delivers a fierce blow...
If Firsa were to be hit by even a single punch from Van, it would be a fatal injury, enough to shatter him to pieces.
With the blessing of the emblem, "Ice" is no longer at a disadvantage when facing its nemesis "Flame". At the very least, the ice sword has the magical defense to withstand the heavy blows of fire.
Otherwise, even the legendary "Franzan Sword" would succumb to the relentless barrage of fiery punches and shatter into pieces.
The fight lasted for fifteen minutes, and Philsa's "Ice Phosphorescence" was running out of time.
Should we... follow Alphonse's example from a hundred years ago and choose to flee?
No, what reason could there be for Philsa to run away from this archenemy?
Within this narrow passage, Felsa sensed the presence of wind flowing in the shadows…
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Seris Dilanhart sat at the counter inside the Gransis Alchemists' Guild, drinking with others while waiting for Philsa's arrival. By then, the sky was turning dusky.
He came to the Alchemist Guild today specifically to deliver a letter from the Knights Commander to the Guild Master, and also to have a couple of drinks with a knight friend he happened to meet there.
He had already taken care of his important business.
The Alchemists' Guild is also one of the largest medical clinics in the Holy City, frequented not only by professional alchemists but also by other outsiders.
Such public places can even be described as a melting pot of all sorts of people.
Nevertheless, that familiar figure was still nowhere to be seen.
Seris didn't complain at all about his friend's lateness. On the contrary, he was quite puzzled.
Philsa is always very punctual. To be precise, he always arrives much earlier than the agreed time.
He once said that he doesn't like waiting for others, and he dislikes others waiting for him even more.
As Firsa's former classmate and even his current close friend, Celis knows him very well, including his personality, character, and way of doing things.
It even has its strengths and weaknesses.
Seris had no desire to savor another glass of wine.
His weapon—proof of his status as a dragon rider—a short, black, gleaming bayonet lay at his feet.
His entire body was covered in thin, jet-black armor with purple trim, which made him appear more dignified and less heavy and cumbersome compared to the other knights present.
The matching helmet, engraved with the wrathful face of a dragon, hangs on a hook in the wall not far away.
"Excuse me, I must take my leave."
He didn't wait any longer. Seris decisively picked up his bayonet, checked his equipment, and put on his helmet—just like a warrior about to go into battle.
He left the noisy place without looking back, planning to find Philsa before it got completely dark.
Looking out from the west gate of Gransis—though there was no need to look far, but Seris simply wanted a clearer view—a fire was flickering in a corner of the distant forest. It was dazzling in the twilight.
Undoubtedly, the flames could only have been created using magic, which explains their intense and dazzling intensity.
The fiery demonic veins within his body swelled up, as if sensing a resonance.
Seris was very familiar with fire magic, as the magical martial arts he was proficient in were primarily fire-based.
He is also a crest holder.
The crest "Flaming Dragon's Reverse Scale" - that was a certificate of honor passed down through the family tradition, personally engraved by his mentor after Seris successfully passed the family's coming-of-age ceremony.
Also acquired was the armed bayonet "Dragon Heart - Dylanhardt," named after the family name.
From this day forward, Seris Dilanhart is a formal heir to the family line and a Dragon Rider whose sacred duty is to vanquish demons, slay enemies, and defend the Duchy of Valentino.
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The moment Philsa made a slight mistake, Van seized upon his fatal weakness. He attacked Philsa's unguarded right shoulder, his fist, which had been thrown from the left, instantly opened wide, the five fingers transforming into an eagle claw.
Philsa's right shoulder was gripped tightly by iron claws, and fear, along with the icy coldness that corresponded to the burning heat, came from that painful spot.
At the same time, his body trembled involuntarily.
Just as Fan was about to unleash his power to crush the enemy's right shoulder, a fierce wind swept through the sea of trees.
The surrounding firelight seemed to be about to go out, like a faint candle flame.
The wind was extremely chaotic, sweeping away almost everything in existence.
However, from an unknown direction, following the current wind direction, two boomerangs flew out.
The sudden shift in the wind accelerated the two sharp blades, propelling them toward the left arm of the enemy who was gripping Philsa's right shoulder.
The Wind Demon's martial art "Emerald Blade" caused no pain or discomfort to Vana's tough skin.
But the force of the wind still made him relax a little.
Taking advantage of the moment, Philsa quickly delivered a kick straight for the enemy's abdomen, escaping the dangerous iron claws.
The duration of the emblem "Phosphorescence of Ice" is almost up, with only five seconds left. The ice sword in his hand gleams with its final and most dazzling light.
Philsa's magical veins flowed rapidly, releasing a powerful icy aura that once again surpassed the fire aura.
His entire body was enveloped in a blue light. It was magical particles overflowing from his demonic veins.
Meanwhile, Sherry was secretly releasing wind magic and channeling it all into herself.
Sherry is the source of the wind magic, the place where the wind vortex spins most violently. Magic power is compressed and then released, and the magical particles overflowing from the magic vein transform into emerald light.
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