For Philsa, it would be better to end his life by the sword of the Demon Lord Fred—his father—than to become a soul that bows to a tragic fate and falls to the sword of his companions.
As Fred muttered to himself, he sensed Philsa's renewed magical energy and will.
To ensure victory, he further unleashed the power of "Northern Radiance," his entire body radiating light, just like the midnight sun that only exists in the Arctic.
The final standoff. Like a reckless meteor, the remaining energy of Firza burst forth from the ruins of the building.
The Demon Lord Fred drew his longsword and unleashed icy sword energy in all directions.
The sword was drawn, unleashing destructive power and releasing a blindingly bright icy light. Countless sword energies traveled at the speed of light, affecting every building and every corner of the city.
The sword energy, like flowing water, penetrated every place, cutting and slashing at every obstacle. Wherever it went, only ice and shards remained.
The outcome is already clear.
As the sword of Felsa, who directly confronted the Demon Lord, the Azure Meteor and was the leader of the group, cracked under the dual pressure of endless destructive force and the weight of the emblem. The cracks continued to extend, intersecting with other smaller cracks to form a break. Finally, the blade of the Ice Flame Sword could no longer withstand the immense pressure and shattered into pieces.
The moment Philsa was flung away and crashed to the ground, the entire ice city crumbled into ruins. Countless specks of dust drifted away on the north wind, leaving only a grievously wounded man behind. The Illusionary Ice City was created by the Demon Lord, and ultimately destroyed by the Demon Lord himself.
The other man was still clinging to life. Fred stepped forward, aimed his longsword at the wounded man, and raised it. He intended to finish off the critically wounded Philsa, who lay motionless on the ground.
Within seconds, Philsa will successfully avoid the unjust fate of being killed by humans, and Fred will no longer have any worries about the future of his plans.
Philsa lay motionless on the ground, his sword shattered into pieces. He was writhing in the agony of his crushing defeat, his body covered in wounds.
The discomfort from the demonic vein returned once again.
He was filled with despair, both mentally and physically, and vaguely sensed the approaching breath of death.
He will end his long career of slaying demons in his "resurrected" homeland. However, his wish remains unfulfilled.
This is precisely the reason and starting point for him to embark on the path he has chosen.
Unexpectedly, today, the starting point is about to become the end.
"Damn it, does that mean I've been stuck in the same place all along?" Philsa thought bitterly, her injured left hand bearing the faded and damaged emblem. She clenched her fist tightly, trying to grasp something.
Perhaps it's an attempt to reignite one's power, or perhaps it's simply a desire to grasp onto something else.
The emblem, the source of its pride, has been exhausted;
His sword, no longer exists, sacrificed itself before him.
Fred watched Philsa's disheveled appearance with pity, but inwardly he also felt a bit of admiration.
After all, he had tried, but his stubborn personality led to this result.
However, this outcome is still much better than the usual fate of demon knights.
Just as he was about to swing his longsword, the air grew heavy.
A new demonic aura silently arrived on the battlefield. Based on its characteristics, Fred identified who it came from and where it came from.
“That’s Priscilla’s ‘Kamikaze’…”
Fred got his answer. At the same time, the scattered wind breaths began to gather.
From a certain moment on, the wind's movement became frighteningly rapid, cutting through space like a sharp blade.
In a flash, the Demon Lord manipulated the emblem, transforming himself into white light and moving and retreating rapidly to escape the area that was about to be shredded by the Gale Magic.
Using the area where Philsa fell as the safe eye of the storm, the surrounding winds suddenly raged, transforming into dozens of emerald-green blades that swirled, overlapped, and howled, relentlessly slicing through everything they touched.
The caster used the wind magic "Emerald Blade" to protect the injured person and used the sharp magical vacuum wind blade to intimidate the Demon Lord, preventing him from breaking through rashly.
The Demon Lord scanned the uninvited guest who had entered the battlefield with his eyes, cautiously guarding against any sudden attack.
He assumed an iaido stance, ready to fight at any moment. The moment his eyes spotted an enemy, he planned to finish them off with a single, decisive strike.
Through the swirling wind ahead, the figure of a girl could be vaguely discerned. On the right chest of this slender figure, a mark emitting a faint green glow was faintly visible.
Upon seeing the enemy appear, the Demon Lord unhesitatingly unleashed the accumulated sword energy with the force of drawing his sword.
The Divine Wind Emblem, responding to its master's will, reclaimed the wind magic of the "Emerald Blade." Then, in the next instant, the momentum of the swirling, slashing blade vanished.
Using the recovered wind magic, the emblem's owner created a sturdy magic barrier within a two-meter radius, including the wounded behind her. She completed these actions step by step before the enemy's sword energy arrived.
The wind barrier unleashed its full power, forcefully neutralizing the enemy's sword energy one by one and shattering it into floating demonic particles that drifted away with the wind.
The two magical forces collided repeatedly, releasing violent impacts. The girl simply crossed her arms to protect her head, her clothes swaying constantly. However, apart from that, she remained unshaken and never retreated a single step.
The Divine Wind Emblem grants this slender and delicate figure the ability to build a "Wind Fortress" strong enough to resist powerful enemy magic and protect allies.
The standoff between ice and wind lasted for quite some time. Magic was drawn by the rapidly flowing magical veins, transformed into energy to power magical martial arts, enabling their masters to contend with their enemies. This was true for Fred, and it was true for the girl as well.
At this point, Fred's momentum on the offensive side began to weaken.
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