Even Marlowe couldn't dodge such an unavoidable attack. He retreated while swinging his sword to break through the impact. Attacks with such dispersed power couldn't hurt him; they could only force him back.
"You are very strong." Leviathan did not hold back his praise. "If this were in the Demon Realm, I might not be your match. But unfortunately, you have a fatal weakness in the human world. In a battle at our level, a weakness is enough to be fatal."
"Nonsense." Marlowe was too lazy to listen to this nonsense. If he could be misled by words, he wouldn't deserve the title of Sword Saint.
Based on Levi Ansen's experience, those strong people usually like to talk a lot, so this time he encountered a ruthless and taciturn character, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
There was no way they could win in a fight, so Leviathan flapped his wings and fled frantically through the sky.
While Marlowe's fighting skills far surpassed Leviathan's, his speed was inferior to Leviathan's. If Leviathan gave up the fight and fled with all his might, Marlowe would not be able to catch up.
The chase between the two did not last long. Soon, Leviathan stopped flying, and in his hand he held a ball of purple flame.
Leviathan gave Marlow a mocking look, then threw the ball of fire down.
Despite the absence of any flammable material in the air, the flame grew ever stronger, transforming from a small fireball the size of a fist into a sea of fire that engulfed most of the city after only half of it had descended.
Marlowe realized just how dangerous the flames were, and he knew he couldn't let them fall. So he abandoned his pursuit of Leviathan and retreated in a flash.
Looking at the sea of fire, Marlowe's face was also solemn. Faced with this kind of energy attack, his skills were useless. He had a thousand ways to avoid getting hurt, but if he wanted to protect the people below, he only had one way.
Endless battle energy surged from his body, transforming into a shield that enveloped the sky above the capital.
The purple flames landed on the battle qi, but instead of dissipating, they fed on Marlowe's battle qi and burned even more fiercely.
Marlowe felt his fighting spirit rapidly draining away, but he couldn't remove it. If he let the flame fall, the entire capital would probably be burned to ashes.
"By choosing to protect those ants, you've forfeited your chance to defeat me," Leviathan taunted from above.
"Your strength can be said to have reached the pinnacle of mortal power, but without authority, you cannot stop these flames. This is a virtual authority bestowed by His Majesty the Demon King—the Undying Flame. Whether it is battle aura or magic power, they are merely its nourishment. You will perish in the sea of fire along with these ants."
Marlowe remained silent, quietly channeling his fighting spirit. He kept an eye on Ted and the Grand Tutor, who were slaying demons below. He only needed to wait for them to finish off the demons and hold them off for a while. He was confident that he could take advantage of that opportunity to kill Leviathan.
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As Wu Yu walked toward the church, he suddenly looked up and sensed a familiar sword intent in the air. He looked up to confirm, and sure enough, it was the sword saint he had fought before. Now he was completely relieved.
Without a mobile phone or watch to keep track of time, Wu Yu's perception of time actually improved.
He had been silently calculating the time in his mind. If it exceeded the time Violet needed to get home, then regardless of whether the Pope would help him find her, Wu Yu would have to resort to drastic measures.
Among Wu Yu's many skills is one that can attack the opponent regardless of distance. By using it, Wu Yu can instantly appear next to Violet.
But if he did that, Wu Yu would be in a passive position, so he had to let Violet take the risk.
Although Violet sometimes does foolish things, she certainly wouldn't go straight to her death. Wu Yu could only believe that her choice to go home must be based on a high degree of confidence in her success.
Fortunately, the appearance of the Sword Saint proved Violet's success. Wu Yu was really worried for her.
Moreover, it is said that the Sword Saint is the strongest among humans. Since he has already taken action, surely he can't be defeated by even one of the Demon King's subordinates. How then can humans survive the demon invasion?
So next, all we need to do is wait for the Pope and the Outer Gods Alliance to step forward. Even considering the worst-case scenario, at most he will just hand over his newly recovered left hand.
But why didn't I risk everything to protect Violet just now? Was her safety less important than the lives of an entire city?
Ugh, this is so frustrating. I seem to be clinging to wishful thinking. Trying to have everything often results in getting nothing at all. No, I need to be more decisive next time.
After the weight was lifted from his heart, Wu Yu promptly engaged in self-reflection.
He's recently started to integrate into life in this other world, but if Violet were to die here, he can hardly imagine how he would view this world. He's decided that next time he encounters a similar situation, he'll just take Violet and run away, even if it might hurt some innocent people.
Wu Yu and his group arrived at the church quickly, which was packed with people. There wasn't even a place to stand, since it was the safest place at the moment.
Thanks to Virginia, Wu Yu followed her to the church's backyard, where, apart from a cardinal who was in charge outside, it seemed that all the church's high-ranking officials were gathered.
"Sir, do you still need me to help you find Miss Violet?" The Pope had not forgotten his promise to Wu Yu, and as soon as he arrived in the backyard, he prepared to fulfill his promise.
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