He gave up his chance to escape, slicing the enemy's flaming spear, which was aimed at the mirror, into tiny sparks.
Shirley witnessed the incoming musket being cleaved into tiny sparks, which scattered onto the mirror. She desperately reached out, but only touched the scorching air.
Just before the mirror shattered, he watched helplessly as he was separated from his companions.
She was magically transported to another location all by herself.
The mirror used for escape shattered into fragments of mercury, which scattered on the ground.
The highly condensed magic particles evaporate into the air and cease to exist.
In the spacious stone chamber, Shirley escaped at the last second, leaving only Philsa and Van.
Philsa gritted his teeth and faced the enemy. The magic within his body seemed to be functioning slightly more normally. He steadied himself and, without hesitation, activated his magic veins once more.
His entire body was once again blessed by the light of ice. The magic flow was successful; the next step was to release the emblem.
In reality, this move was extremely risky. Once the power of the emblem has been used for the first time, it cannot be used again at will for a considerable period of time.
Otherwise, it will cause irreparable damage to the holder's magical veins and even their body.
Moreover, Philsa's demonic veins had previously exhibited symptoms of a similar reverse flow.
But he didn't care about those theories. He only knew one thing: if he fought the enemy to the death, he might not necessarily die.
But if you stop resisting, you will surely be killed.
If Sherry knew what I was going to do, she would definitely have stopped me immediately... because Philsa is such a reckless person who doesn't consider the consequences of his actions.
"The only thing I need to do before I lose consciousness is to defeat you!"
Firsa declared to the enemy.
"Come on! Traitors who have brought ruin to their kingdoms!"
Brahma unleashed the energy of fire to its fullest extent.
"Before we fight again, could you tell me your name?"
"You have no right to know my name!" the enemy coldly refused, his attitude as stubborn and unyielding as ever.
“You…” Philsa guessed, “You…are Vanrexor? Or…”
The enemy abruptly interrupted, "You are not allowed to utter the name of my regiment's highest commander without permission!"
Upon hearing this, Philsa slightly raised the corners of her mouth.
Although it is uncertain whether victory can be achieved in the upcoming battle.
However, he finally learned some details about the enemy.
"So that's how it is! You were originally a knight of the Royal Knights!" Philsa never expected that he was actually fighting against a member of the legendary, incomparably brave Royal Knights!
The enemy was so powerful that he was repeatedly put in danger, so it was estimated that the enemy was a samurai with a rank in the Royal Knights.
Because he inadvertently revealed a clue, Van was exposed by Firsa, who felt as if he had been humiliated. He cursed, "You beast! How dare you try to find out my secrets!"
Driven by rage, the fire emblem symbolizing the inferno blazed once more from the front of his right arm. His entire body was engulfed in a terrifying, ominous flame. He was determined to risk his life and vowed to slay his enemies.
His fists, slick with fiery magic, launched a preemptive attack, aiming for Philsa's heart.
In the blink of an eye, the emblem "Phosphorus of Ice" in his hand glowed with the phosphorescence it had since the second time in this duel, and the light quickly covered the owner's entire body.
Ice elemental particles flowed rapidly within the demonic vein. Due to the surge of magic power, Philsa temporarily forgot his injuries and pain. His Iceflame Sword trembled and groaned under the strain of the magic power.
Regardless, Firsa was determined to settle things with him today—it was either him or her.
Facing the fierce, fiery punches, he stepped forward to fight.
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At the same time, Shirley was stunned.
As far as the eye could see, there was only a desolate desert, making it impossible to distinguish north from south. This was an unknown place.
The boundary between heaven and earth remained shrouded in darkness.
"Firsa—Firsa—"
In this endless desert, the voice of Shirley calling out her companions' names until it became hoarse echoed.
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