Feeling herself back in her room, Kefla was drenched in sweat.
Warmth filled her body again, and exhaustion made her lean back and sit down on the ground with a thud.
She breathed heavily, gently wiping the sweat clinging to her hair through her damp fingertips.
He braced himself against the edge of the sofa seat with one hand on the ground.
She gasped for breath, tilted her head back, and looked at the bright, silver magic lamp. She reached out to shield her eyes.
I had just returned to the mansion, and my eyes were still recovering from the darkness.
"I can't take it anymore, he's too strong."
"This armor is too overpowered."
As Kefla spoke, she turned to look at Gwen.
Compared to her, Gwen is in much better condition.
Gwen took off the silver helmet and placed it quietly on the table.
He looked down at the armor he was wearing, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
Although she was sweating, she wasn't as exhausted as Kefla, who collapsed to the ground.
Kefla also looked at the snow mastiff armor and pursed her lips.
This armor is truly remarkable.
Having just sparred with Gwen for a long time in the snow, she could clearly sense something.
That is, there are no flaws.
Gwen, completely encased in armor, resembled a sophisticated fighting machine.
Despite being in such an extreme environment as a snowstorm, Gwen seemed completely unaffected by it.
Some even thrived in their new environment.
Both its speed and power have increased by more than one or two levels compared to before.
But none of these things were the biggest headache for Kevlar.
What troubled her most was the ability to conjure up countless kinds of weapons.
When fighting Gwen, you must always be wary of the multitude of weapons that may appear around her.
He was using a longsword for a moment, but Kefla, who was nearby, could bypass the blade in the next second.
The other hand, hidden in the wind and snow, will suddenly swing out a chain hammer covered with sharp silver spikes.
Such an attack reminded Kevlar of her father, Angus.
Although Gwen's martial arts skills are certainly not as strong as Angus's, and she is not proficient in all kinds of weapons.
But as a knight, he is equally adept at using other weapons.
Is this really the effect that a full suit of armor can bring?
At that moment, a cold voice rang out beside them:
"The blessing of the ice element makes this armor even stronger when it is in the snow."
Victor's sudden appearance startled Kefla.
Gwen's gaze followed.
Kefla looked up and asked Victor with a puzzled expression:
"Ah, Victor."
Where did you go just now?
As Victor walked to Gwen's side, he responded to Kevlar:
"Go and take care of some things."
After responding, he gently placed his hand on Gwen's shoulder armor.
Then, his fingers gently traced a line.
A stream of azure magic flowed from his fingertips and coiled around Gwen's armor.
The silver armor then began to detach from Gwen's body, disintegrate, and gradually disappear into the air.
Feeling her body suddenly lighten, Gwen lost her balance and couldn't help but lean backward.
Fortunately, Victor had anticipated this and reached out in time to pull Gwen into a steady embrace, preventing her from falling.
Watching the two of them move, Kefla, who was sitting on the ground, rolled her eyes.
And here they are again.
Kefla looked at them and silently complained to herself.
Okay, okay, I know you two are very much in love, that's good enough.
Can't you be a little more low-key?
However, Kevlar's true feelings were destined to remain unheard by the two of them.
Instead of restraining himself, Victor casually placed his large hand on Gwen's thin inner lining.
Feeling the warmth and moisture from his fingers, he realized that Gwen was also soaked in sweat.
Then Victor gently pinched his fingers, and a pure white magic rose from his fingertips.
A gentle warmth enveloped Gwen's entire body.
The next moment, the sweat on Gwen's body disappeared along with the pure white magic, leaving her dry and refreshed.
Then, Victor waved his hand out of thin air again.
A soft garment floated down from the sky and gently covered Gwen's body.
Kefla watched this scene, and envy involuntarily showed in her eyes.
She stood to the side, sweating profusely, casting expectant glances at Viktor.
She blinked her eyes and said with a hint of coquettishness:
“Viktor, Viktor.”
"Look at me, don't I need one too..."
However, Victor ignored Kevlar's whining and continued speaking to Gwen:
"You are now the master of this armor. As long as you have the will, this armor will possess you..."
Seeing this, Kefla stopped talking and sensibly shut her mouth, watching the two of them with interest.
She knew that now was not the time to disturb the engaged couple.
Viktor is teaching Gwen how to use this armor.
The room was filled with a tranquil atmosphere, with only the soft crackling of the fire and Viktor's deep, resolute words echoing in the background.
Viktor explained in detail and with patience, while Gwen listened attentively, nodding obediently from time to time to show her understanding.
Viktor's voice stopped very quickly.
At this moment, Kevlar finally found an opportunity and quickly asked Victor:
"Why do you know so much?"
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