A swift, penetrating strike through the air. The radiant ice sword aims straight for the enemy's heart.
Sherry gripped the chilling sword, a blade formed from divine wind, and attacked Van from behind, aiming straight for the back of his head.
Will Van meet Philsa's Ice Dance head-on, or will he catch Sherry's fierce wind blade attack?
They could only withstand one of the blows. Even if they successfully blocked it, they would still be pierced by the other sword.
Fan pondered in his heart. Since that's the case, then—
Simultaneously intercept.
In order to be able to withstand the attack from both sides at the same time, the young man turned his body to one side.
Philsa and Sherry could not believe the same scene unfolding from different angles—Van had caught the swords coming from both sides with his bare hands.
The moment they made contact, the arm armor worn by Brahma was destroyed into scattered fragments by the magic of ice and wind.
Van knew that at this moment, the magic of ice and wind was extremely powerful.
So he didn't intend to have any contact with them for more than half a second, but instead pulled on the swords of the two people in mid-air, causing them to collide.
As Fan took advantage of the moment when his hands were freed from the sword blades, his palms were covered in magical burn marks.
At the same time, disregarding his injuries, he unleashed the power of "Asura Inferno" once more, intending to send both enemies to hell together.
In that very instant, the flaming biceps became the engine of power generation.
Use the forearm, which is currently in a crossed position, as an arm.
Using his arms as an accelerator for his armor. He himself is the embodiment of profound power. He is the one who creates the infernal hell for his enemies, the one who controls their life and death.
Philsa and Shirley both tasted despair—all they could see was a burst of firelight and a burning pain that spread from their lower abdomens to their entire bodies.
The two, who were attacked by Fan's "Asura Inferno", were surrounded by a bright red whirlwind of intense heat, and the heat waves were like the biting of a ferocious beast.
Even then, as the sun set, the flickering flames still painted the sky with the colors of dusk.
Large areas of the forest have been burned to ashes.
Just moments before this—the remaining consciousness in Philsa's mind was not about escaping the sea of fire, nor the excruciating pain, but rather…
He pulled Shirley into his arms and shielded her with his own body.
—Protect your companions.
Sherry, who was curled up in his arms, did not suffer severe burns.
Fortunately, before the effects of the emblem "Phosphorus of Ice" wore off, its extreme cold dispelled some of the heat, preventing Philsa from suffering a fatal injury. However, remnants of fire still clung to the knight's body.
He couldn't straighten up properly for a while, and while supporting himself with his sword, he was also helped up by Sherry, and what was coming towards him was the Flame Demon approaching again.
There was no longer enough power to fight the enemy. The emblem had temporarily lost its magic and dimmed.
Perhaps he didn't inherit the true strength of Alphonse from the mark...
This was the worst situation Philsa had encountered since becoming a knight. Even working together, they were still defeated by this demon general. Having the insignia, they were still no match for their opponent.
At this moment, Felsa remembered Alphonse, who, not wanting to be a burden to Priscilla, fabricated a lie to persuade her to separate from him, so that she could abandon him, this burden, and escape on her own.
I might have to use this trick again now.
“Sherry, why don’t you go first…” Philsa, watching the approaching enemy, let go of her hand and wanted to say this.
However, what interrupted Philsa was a sharp glint of light that pierced through the air before her eyes.
Following that sharp light, a black spear plunged into the ground, blocking Fan's advance.
The bayonet came into view from his left. He looked in that direction with suspicion.
It was a pitch-black shadow that kept getting closer.
Because of the mysterious runes surrounding this person's armor, the wind he was influencing was also stained black.
His approach carried the menacing power of a dragon.
“Selice…”
Meeting his friend gave Philsa a glimmer of hope. But then, his strength gave out, and he collapsed, losing consciousness.
Sprinting to the center of the two sides, Seris pulled out the short gun stuck upside down in the ground and pointed it directly at their common enemy—Van Titeren.
Seris gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, a meter-long spear wreathed in purple holy energy.
Before he unleashed the Flame Emblem, he still appeared as a cavalryman clad in dark armor. The sturdy body beneath the armor was indeed made of dragon flesh and blood.
Nevertheless, the glint in the eyes peeking through the gaps in the Dragon's Wrath helmet possessed a menacing quality, much like that of a dragon.
"Shirley, take Philsa away first, and quickly escape the Sea of Trees. Go to the Holy City and wait for me. I will deal with the demon generals here."
Seris said this with his back to his two friends.
"Okay! Please help me."
Sherry, supporting her seriously injured and unconscious companion, walked with a brisk pace aided by the wind, disappearing among the withered trees.
Fan originally disdained the person blocking his way.
Only after carefully examining the bayonet in the enemy's hand and the gradually glowing mark on the enemy's arm did his killing intent reignite.
"So you are the successor of 'Flaming Dragon's Reverse Scale'—Finchley Dylanhardt!" Having figured out the enemy's background, Van assumed a fist stance, his entire body once again engulfed in flames, ready to fight.
Finchley Dilanhart was an ancestor of Seris's family and a member of the ancient Silver Knights.
The most astonishing feat of this legendary figure was that more than a hundred years ago, outside the royal city, amidst the blazing sun, Finchley, in a state of complete liberation of his crest, used the ultimate corona radiance of his Extreme Flame Holy Sword to wipe out and devour most of the Royal Knights in the sunlight.
This event, known as "the first glorious victory of the Duchy of Valentino," allowed Elphons to enter the sealed-off royal city and eliminate the tyrant.
Seris wondered if this enemy before him had any connection with the ancestors of the Dilanhart family.
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Having successfully escaped, Shirley looked back and saw that the flickering lights in the distant forest had once again illuminated the night.
Presumably, another fierce battle broke out in that withered forest.
Sherry looked at Philsa, who was seriously injured while protecting her, with pity, and stroked his cheek, which was scratched by sparks.
In fact, he wasn't the only one injured. The two Obsidian Knights rescued by Sherry were also seriously wounded and were staying in Gransis.
The holy city of Gransis, a vast, tranquil, and majestic ancient city, is now within reach.
"Sister Olina...her wedding..."
It seems that the couple's wedding banquet will have to be postponed for a while.
With a sense of regret and disappointment, Shirley helped her companion into the Holy City.
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