When Oylan suddenly turned and rushed towards Frederick, Fili was not at all surprised. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a good idea to take the unconscious little king hostage - but he would never agree.

However, when he tried to stop Oylan, Ante slashed his sword into his right leg, seemingly unconcerned if his son would fall into the hands of the enemy.

He probably didn't even care if Frederick was dead or alive...... If you die, it's a big deal to become another him.

Filly slammed into the air in a rage, but Oylan rushed back in time to unleash the sword.

The expression on his face remained unchanged, and he didn't seem too frustrated by his failed attempt.

The paladin, who was still on guard, felt a tacit understanding after a moment.

Even if he could concentrate on fighting together, he didn't expect Jay Oylan, a famous necromancer who had been repelled by all intelligent beings for decades and walked alone in the dark for decades, to know what it meant to "cooperate".

When he rushed towards Ante, he was completely ready to be used, injured by mistake, and even hit back. However, within a few rounds, the gray-haired, indifferent old man seemed to have figured out his abilities and intentions. After a few rounds, Fili felt that the scimitar wielding him was not a strange necromancer at all, but a companion who had fought alongside him many times.

He was on the verge of exhaustion, and the only skills he had left could be used to desperately hit Ante's vital points, or at least temporarily incapacitate him. And Oylan used his amazing strength...... and some unexpected tricks, trying to cooperate with him. Even if it's not perfect, it's enough to surprise him.

In fact, Oylan's scimitar is quite good, and he knows exactly how and where to attack in order to inflict maximum damage on Ante, or at least to make the painless enemy feel threatened. But Filly soon discovered that Oylan's problem was that there was a strange dissonance in his movements—not the stiffness of the undead, but more like his limbs never being in tune with his consciousness, either too fast or too slow.

He probably wasn't used to fighting this way.

For a moment they seemed evenly matched. But when Ante, who was completely contained, gradually calmed down, Fili's heart sank little by little.

He managed to severely injure Ante's left leg, leaving him almost unable to move, and had to half-lean against the wall to support his body. But Ante was not in pain, dizzy from blood loss, and even less tired, but the paladin's movements inevitably slowed down and even began to blur his vision.

To make matters worse, as his gaze swept over the wall, he noticed that Frederick was awake—the two blows he had struck on his head were apparently not as heavy as he had thought. The boy's combat power is almost negligible, but if he has a bad brain enough to run to help his father, it will be a huge trouble.

Oylan glanced at him in his busy schedule. He didn't say anything, but Fili became inexplicably irritable.

He was distracted, and stupidly tripped over Ante's suddenly outstretched left leg, which was about to break. As he cursed and threw himself to the ground, an overly bright light pierced his eyes.

Before his body could touch the ground, he was violently bounced away, and the powerful electric shock almost ended the small half of Filly's remaining life. He crashed into the wall and fell down, almost hitting Frederick.

He was furious and inexplicable - who was casting the spell...... Is this place where spells can be cast in the first place?!

"Hug ...... Sorry!"

Ed's stammering sound penetrated into his buzzing ears, and a familiar warmth flowed through his body like water, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the warmth instantly surged like it was about to tear his body to pieces.

He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to die, but he couldn't die at all. The roar that burst out of his mouth didn't sound much like Ante's...... Then the blood calmed down, and he fell to his knees, amazed at the strength in his body that seemed to explode, but he still couldn't move.

Something wasn't right, he thought.

Not so.

It should have been a good thing that Ed was suddenly able to cast spells, but he clearly felt an even more terrible danger, as if the air around him had turned into a whirlpool with sharp blades, ready to tear them all to pieces.

“...... Ed. He tried to speak, but his voice was too weak to make out himself.

"Ed Singhal!" he heard Oylan shout, "don't ......"

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Ed didn't hear anything.

He was still awake when the lightning was released. He knew that his power was getting out of hand—that the lightning bolt wasn't supposed to reach Filly and Oylan.

He applied treatment to Filly. He was good at this, almost without thinking in a panic, and at that moment, he suddenly seemed to be in another world.

The faint whispers that lingered in his ears turned into terrifying howls at some point, like hurricanes and thunder raging on the sea, like the roar of thousands of wild beasts, or the terrible screams of countless souls. They crashed into his ears, into his body, and in one wave after another...... But none of them could devour him.

He had an indescribable confidence, as if he could easily control it all. He raised his hand and pointed at his enemies, and there were so many ways he could break Ant's bones in the blink of an eye, even his gods could never save them.

He watched as Ante was pinned down by stone spears that emerged from the ground and walls, and smug knew that his struggles were in vain. It's just that the range of those stone spears seems to be wider than he wants, and it seems that more than one person has been stabbed......

The wind blade whistled away in the blink of an eye. A strange uneasiness made him hesitate, and he thought that he hadn't exerted all his strength, but the ground trembled and cracked a huge gap.

He looked down blankly. A scorching flame erupted at the edge of the field of vision—and Ante would be taken away once more.

He realized this and was extremely angry about it. However, the flames that had been fleeting before swept in, and they were obviously fire, but with a heavy force like water, they overwhelmingly pressed over.

He woke up suddenly, instinctively opened his defenses, and at that moment he remembered with chills...... He and Ante Bofford aren't the only ones here.

The expelled flames quickly dimmed, and Ed watched as Oylan fell out of the flames—black scales once more covering his pale skin. At the wall, Frederick's eyes widened in horror, and his pale face was covered with tears.

He stretched out his hands forward, but he didn't seem to dare to touch them.

In front of him, Fili Zeri's still burning body twitched and fell to the side.