Chapter 10 Containment, Attack

"Repel!" But just as the tomahawk was about to slash Laurent's neck, a voice suddenly shook the atmosphere, and simple words turned into powerful force in an instant, and the unknown gathered together under the command of this voice, forming a huge hammer, and then slammed into Cagan's body.

It happened so quickly that the verbal attack had already hit Cagan when it reached him, just as the words had said, and the tremendous force knocked him away from the distance, and although Cagan made a corresponding movement when he heard the sound, he was still sent flying by the invisible hammer.

The support of the other party?Cagan, who had pulled a long ravine over the plain, finally stopped, and the blood on his face flowed more cheerfully at this moment. Steadied himself, he looked in the direction of the voice, but instead of a spellcaster hiding himself under a cloak, he saw a young girl floating in mid-air—a small young girl in a thin dress. He stared at the young girl in front of him, focusing all his attention on the other party - having traveled in the void for so long, he clearly realized that there was no inherent equation between appearance and strength, so he didn't dare to be careless at all, because from the blow just now, he fully felt the powerful power from the other party, and when you face a spellcaster, paying close attention to his actions is never a wrong choice.

However, even if he focused his attention on the little young girl, Cagan still subconsciously glanced in the direction of Laurent just now with the corner of his eye - although it is unlikely that the other party will have the strength to continue fighting under such injuries, but in the void, nothing is absolute. But it was this casual glimpse that led him to discover something even more noteworthy - a lady had begun to help Laurent deal with fatal wounds that would still seem tricky even to a Space Marine.

It was a slender woman who was relatively delicate in terms of physiognomy, whether it was from the wearing of a suit and a short skirt, or a body that didn't seem to have undergone any exercise, it didn't seem to have anything to do with the battlefield, plus the skillful handling of injuries and the quick use of various spells, making her more like a battlefield support figure.

Cagan thought for a moment with his brain, which was full of combat skills, and then decisively concluded that among the four people present, the most threatening of the other three should be the young girl floating in the air over there, and the woman who was dealing with the injuries of the weak chicken star warrior just now Although it is possible that she also has a certain amount of combat effectiveness, she should be more inclined to a support-type character. After such a simple thought, Cagan smiled fiercely, and fresh blood began to flow from the wound on his face that would never heal. He grabbed the grip of his power axe, and then kicked his right foot wrapped in armor on the ground, and the whole person smashed through the air blocking him and the woman, and rushed towards the other party with great speed.

The situation on the battlefield affected the whole body, and at the moment when Cagan's movements began, the two people except Laurent also made their own reactions.

After releasing the spirit, Yarvette, who crouched beside Laurent to deal with his injuries, left Laurent's side with a very standard quick flip, and in her quick and light movements, the light began to weave a bright armor on her body- After three consecutive somersaults, she stood firmly on a stone jutting out of the ground, armor emitting a faint pure white light appeared on her body, with intricate patterns of light metal covering her chest and shoulders, and the chain mail like Mithril extended upwards from the white jade-like gauntlet, all the way to the skirt around her waist, and the skirt was perhaps the most delicate part of this armor, pieces of metal as light as white feathers were tightly connected, they were supple to become the strongest armor on Alvet's body, and in her hand, a spear had appeared in her palm at some point。

Compared to Alvet, Willow's movements were much simpler and monotonous, and she looked at everything in front of her with a blank face, and waited until Alvette left Laurent five meters before she began her movements - she raised her right hand in the direction of Laurent, and then her small, immature fingers crossed a simple trajectory in the air. Then, in the eyes of everyone, the mortally wounded warrior disappeared from control, not even the turf he had been pressing on.

However, Alvet, who was ready to meet the enemy, did not wait for the enemy's attack, Cagan slammed on the way to the charge, and after turning an acute angle of almost sixty degrees, he rushed towards Willow, who was still holding his right hand - and this time with more speed and more ferocity.

In the blink of an eye, Cagan had rushed in front of Willow, with a wicked grin on his face, the axe in his hand had passed over his head, and countless unjust souls roared at him, trying to break free from the cage of just a pair of armor, but all his strength was drained, and he was gathered on the blade of the bright power axe, which swung down fiercely in the midst of countless crying souls.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, on one side was a terrifying warrior more than three meters tall, and on the other side was just a small young girl in a light dress, the warrior's axe blade was about to cut through the delicate little face like a puppet, but the young girl was still unhurriedly putting her newly raised right hand back to her side - except for these two, the only person who saw it was Alvet, who had just transformed from a college girl in a school uniform to a sassy female warrior, but she had no time to stop it from happening.

However, Alvette did not intend to stop it, she raised her thin eyebrows, and did not choose to approach in the direction of Willow, but took a stride directly through the space and appeared not far behind Cagan.

The big axe swung down without accident, and the imaginary touch of cutting the magic shield did not appear, not even a trace of resistance, and the huge power axe cut into the young girl's body like this - but something was wrong, Cagan immediately realized the problem, not only did he not have the feeling of cutting the shield, but even the feeling of cutting through the flesh did not exist, obviously the battle axe had been deeply submerged in the opponent's forehead, but there was no feeling of hitting the attack. Realizing this fact, Cagan decisively wanted to withdraw his tomahawk, he violently tried to stop the force of the tomahawk to continue swinging, but things were once again out of his imagination - Willow finally put his right hand back to his side, and then as if satisfied with the situation just now, she nodded slightly, and then she raised her head suddenly, and her eyes were unfocused on Cagan's eyes full of desire to kill.

Apparently it had been halved into a head under the tomahawk, but as if nothing had happened, little Willow became Cagan's nightmare - the moment she raised her head to look at him, the nightmare came true.

The tomahawk that had accompanied him through countless worlds was no longer at his beckon, and he couldn't even feel where his arm was swinging, and under the unfocused gaze of the other party, the ancient tomahawk slashed through a zigzag trajectory in Willow's body, and then, after violating various laws and human mechanics, struck Cagan himself in the chest- The blood-red power armor burst open in this attack, and countless unjust souls gushed out of it, and they scrambled to escape from the place that bound them, but they were firmly grasped by some kind of force, and they were once again absorbed back to Cagan's side, turning into the tattered power armor again.

But the injuries weren't the only one, Cagan, who was hit by his own attack, staggered back, but a spear appeared behind him across the space, and then pierced through the shoulder blade of his right shoulder, revealing the power he hated from the spear and seeping into his armor, and the power armor that had always remained shattered did not recover at this moment.

However, this injury alone did not make Cagan lose his confidence in fighting, and he held the battle axe tightly in his hand, focusing his strength on the next attack - but when he was about to start moving, he was stunned to find that it was extremely difficult to even take a step, and behind him, the Valkyrie in beautiful armor had raised a brilliant sword high and slashed towards his neck.

Death had never been so close to him as this moment, and he had even felt the clash between the energy from the other party's blade and the resentful spirits around his body, and the burning sensation caused by the hedge of energy was so strange and familiar - at this moment, he laughed hideously, and then suddenly broke free from the shackles on his body, trying to fight, but he lost the ability to act again in Willow's eyes.

Alvette's sword sliced the back of Cagan's neck, blood stained the clean blade, and the filthy energy vanished with the purification of the blade—but it wasn't just the energy and the soul that disappeared, Cagan disappeared before Alvette's eyes. In its place, there is a strange machine that is changing numbers.