The shattered bricks and tiles around them coalesced into a heavy spear, accompanied by a flash of golden light, undoubtedly another Holy Judgment Spear!
"Watch out, Andersen, she's made her move." Plato released several vines in an attempt to stop Elsie, but found it was in vain.
She can cast spells while moving! And it's instantaneous! The vines were sliced to pieces by wind blades the moment they pierced the earth!
"Andersen, there's no time to build up your power!"
Hans Christian Andersen also controlled the distance and released the Holy Judgment Spear in time, but unfortunately he was unable to fully charge it up, so the destructive power was not as great as the previous time.
Dust billowed up as he charged in, sword in hand!
"Lord! Grant me divine eyes to see her!" Andersen's eyes gleamed with golden light, allowing him to see through the dust... Alas!?
"Clang!" Andersen instinctively raised his sword to parry, but Elsie, wielding a dagger, moved with lightning speed.
If it hadn't been for my instinctive action just now, I probably would have been injured... No! That was!!!
Hans Christian Andersen noticed the wind blade that Elsie was gathering in her other hand!
He quickly twisted to dodge, the wind blades whizzing past his ears, the ringing in his ears making him question his existence.
That reaction speed... wait a minute! She's demonstrating both incredible physical abilities and masterful coordination in magical techniques!
A magic swordsman? No way! There's no such thing as a magic swordsman at his peak!
"Damn it!" Andersen snapped out of his daze. Elsie, still covered in dust, raised her dagger again and thrust it forward. The sword energy emanating from the dagger made him uneasy.
"A miracle? The Blade of Light!" Andersen immediately enchanted his sword to block the stab.
etc……
He sensed something was wrong; his body was leaning backward! Yes! He realized he couldn't withstand this attack! What kind of superhuman strength was this?!
Hans Christian Andersen quickly stepped back to create distance, while to Plato outside, the fight seemed to have lasted only a second.
Plato was dumbfounded. He stopped halfway through casting the spell and gave Andersen a look: What the hell did you do here?
Hans Christian Andersen shook his head: We can't beat them! We can't beat them!
Plato asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"
"She's very strong." Andersen stared at the figure in the dust. She was only half his height, yet she possessed such fighting power!
"I feel like I'm fighting the Demon King's army commander... No! She... is stronger than the commander."
"..." Plato licked his lips, realizing that Elsie was indeed not easy to deal with.
etc!
Plato suddenly realized something.
It seems that Elsie was born less than two years ago, right?
How long did she train? About a year?
“If he is the reincarnation of the Demon King, then it makes perfect sense.” Andersen stood up again, brandishing his sword, and charged forward once more.
Elsie raised her hand to create a wind wall to block, but her opponent charged forward and instantly smashed through the wind wall, striking straight at Elsie!
The blade hovered above Elsie's head, shattering five of the ten air shields and successfully intercepting Andersen's slash.
Elsie slowly raised her head and looked at the other person: "I'm surprised, is the wind wall so easy to break?"
"Hmm, is it because the magic energy is unstable when the wind wall is initially formed?"
"I see, I really don't have enough experience."
Hans Christian Andersen was once again awestruck, having witnessed firsthand the instantaneous activation of these air shields.
Horrible, no, it's beyond terrifying!
These basic spells were like toys to her; they were too fast!
"What a joke! Your rank, age, status..." Andersen's face twisted in a grimace, "Completely mismatched with your strength!!!"
The five air shields shattered simultaneously, but before the sword could fall, Plato summoned a gale to blow Andersen away!
Hans Christian Andersen: "???"
“This is not a fair one-on-one battle!” Plato stared at Elsie and said, “It may be shameless, but it’s for the peace of the continent!”
"..." Elsie slowly retracted the dagger she had thrust out: "Somewhat unexpected."
"He would have died if you hadn't intervened."
Sword energy condensed on the dagger; at that distance just now, she was absolutely confident that she could kill Andersen first!
"I'm truly sorry." Plato flicked his finger, casting a healing spell to restore Andersen's condition.
“But I’m not fighting alone.” Elsie clenched her fist.
The atmosphere was very quiet, as if it were a competition.
"But I'm not fighting alone."
Hans Christian Andersen looked around warily, and Plato was also somewhat puzzled.
Why do you have to say it twice?
Elsie clenched her fists, her face darkening.
[The sound of popcorn falling]
[Oh! Oh? Me, me!? Ah? The real me?]
Thank you for the nomination!
【I'm keeping an eye on it for you here. The curse progress is still at 99%, no change. Let's not wait any longer, let's leave the city and talk about it!】
"Okay, but let's deal with the guys above us first!" Elsie looked up at the sky, where the angels' blades of judgment had been fully formed.
"Aren't you going to dodge?" Andersen asked. In fact, he was also wary that Elsie might dodge, and at that time he might hold her and die together.
But all that came in response to Andersen was Elsie's indifference. She looked down at her fingers and said, "I think I understand a little."
Hey! What have you figured out?!
As the blade of judgment, composed entirely of golden light, fell, its dazzling brilliance blinded everyone.
However, Andersen heard the angel Yunmeng's exclamation.
The Blade of Judgment disintegrated the moment it struck Elsie, splitting into dozens of beams of light that disappeared into the earth.
Only one of them grazed Elsie's shoulder, leaving a small scratch.
"It really is...light." Several ice shields materialized in front of Elsie: "The calculation seems to have gone wrong."
El looked at his shoulder and thankfully it was just a scrape; with his recovery ability, he couldn't take it seriously.
That's enough, show off and run!
"..." Elle looked towards the exit, the strong smell of blood assaulting her senses—that was it!
...
“Cough…ha…uh…” Dylan suddenly opened his eyes, and with only one eyeball left, he carefully examined everything.
"Cough cough..."
The alleyway was littered with the corpses of many assassins, some killed by flying knives, others with their limbs torn off by golden threads.
"Did I lose?" Dylan kept asking herself.
"Dylan! Dylan!" Edith's voice came from beside him. He was overjoyed to see that Dylan was still responding and quickly dragged Dylan's body away.
At this moment, Dylan noticed that the Holy Knight Zoura was fighting a swordsman. Was it Lynn from the West?
It was clear that he was struggling to cope, but fortunately, Zoula's attacks were more skillful, and Lynn, who was familiar with this, was not defeated instantly.
“Damn it, we can’t leave him here alone… cough cough…” Dylan weakly held Edith’s hand: “Princess Elsie… we must… protect her…”
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