The timeline is reversed slightly.

"What a tricky guy," Monia kept an eye on the battlefield, the battle between the upper pros caught her attention at the first time, and she knew very well how much trouble an unobservable enemy could cause, "but ...... I always feel that something is wrong, can the awakened talent of the high-ranking warrior interfere with the senses of so many people at the same time? ”

There is an essential difference between the upper and lower fighters, if all the lower can do is to manipulate the strong flow in the body, then the existence of the upper position itself is the unity of the human body and the strong flow - "energy" and the spiritual will of the person are integrated, and the superior fighter uses this extraordinary power, just like a person waving his arm, there is no need for superfluous thoughts at all, just a thought, and the strong flow in the body will naturally react.

However, the strength of the superior warrior does not stop there, "Jin" is a special aether product, and there is no reasonable answer as to what kind of existence it is, even thousands of years later. But what is certain is that the warrior is a path that is not inferior to that of a mage, but because of the lack of time precipitation, it is a little immature - the reason why it can be so highly evaluated is due to the emergence of talent.

When a warrior can merge with his own "energy", he will awaken some abilities that are beyond the human body, and this kind of ability is called talent. Specific talents vary from person to person, some people can slow down their somatosensory time to a certain extent, some people can get unimaginable dynamic vision, some people can get a certain kind of mechanical precision of thinking, and so on. But in the end, they are based on "themselves", and their talents have no influence on reality outside of themselves.

But now this is the case...... Obviously abnormal.

The mage bit her lip, thinking back to details she might have missed, but found nothing.

"You can't waste your time here," she shook her head, the enemy had a dozen or so lower-ranking fighters in addition to this invisible high-ranking officer, and it was not wise to ignore the impact they might have on the situation of the battle, besides...... That guy has been stopped by Wang ****'s people, and it seems that the victory or defeat should not be determined in a short time.

Her gaze panned, and the unexpected happened again.

There was no one in the field of vision who had seen the warriors before, as if what they had just seen was just an illusion. But Monia clearly knew that it was not an illusion - the high-ranking warrior she had seen before was in a fierce battle with others, and the dozen or so companions around him could not have disappeared for no reason...... Wait a minute! Disappear?

The mage seemed to think of something, frowned deeply, and then spoke, "Van Dun." ”

It's a meaningless syllable, or its existence represents its meaning - the phantom god Vantun, who is famous in the game of his previous life, is the only weak god who has survived the invasion of the Demon Abyss, and is the "weakest god" who has always been talked about by everyone.

In the previous life, the mage also complained about this weak god who was simply not talking, but in this life, she would not be so naïve to characterize the gods simply by the strength of the gods - in the great invasion of the Demon Abyss, there are at least dozens of fallen gods, many of which have medium or even strong divine power, and he can survive with weak divine power until after the Qiming War, he will definitely not be a simple guy.

"I didn't expect to meet his clergy here...... "Basically, she can be sure that among the enemies hiding in the shadows, there is at least one Vanton magician, who uses some kind of magic to make all the enemy's clergy hide their bodies and become hunters on the battlefield. So, the mage connected to the minds of several elves she was more familiar with on the battlefield, (Be careful, the group of warriors has entered the battlefield just now, and they have hidden their bodies with their magic skills, don't blindly trust your eyes.) ）

She can only help this, the role of magic in support is far stronger than spells, and she doesn't have a good way to counteract the enemy's advantage in this regard - especially when there is still a considerable distance from the battlefield, many spells do not have a long enough cast range. And now, it is obviously impossible for her to leave the elven princess and the elders of the forest beside her to provide assistance to the elven warriors on the battlefield.

With a slight sigh, her gaze returned to the most striking battle. However, to her surprise, in just a moment or two, the offensive and defensive momentum was completely reversed - I saw the ground collapse violently, and the knight was directly provoked into the air, and then the sword light was as bright as the galaxy poured out, and the flying blood stained most of the sky.

"This ...... This ......" Monia couldn't accept the fact that the high-ranking warriors, although they were generally inferior to high-level mages, were still high-ranking professionals, and even in the most tragic era of the Age of Chaos, they were enough to have their own foothold on the continent. Yet, in today's world, it is so easy and so untrue...... Fallen?

The mage was a little suspicious of his eyes.

But just a moment later, as if she thought of something, she couldn't help but breathe a long sigh: the war of the elven restoration marked the beginning of the era of chaos, and the envoy of the elven mission can be regarded as a small confrontation between the two sides before the restoration war - after seeing the worthless fall of a once high-ranking professional, the original era that always felt very distant and illusory suddenly became real in front of her.

It's almost ...... Blood and carnage.

She slowly closed her eyes: there were only a few words circulating in the game about the Age of Chaos, and those scattered words all illustrated the cruelty and gore of that era. Not to mention that the lives of ordinary people are not as good as dogs, even if they are professionals, in the midst of the catastrophe that affected the entire continent, their lives are also as humble as mustard - the high-ranking professionals who are usually high above have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and then fall like meteors, even the hidden archmage and the patriarch of the church who are only under God are also caught up in this crazy spiral, until complete victory or death, and they are not eligible to escape.

Perhaps, only legends and gods can transcend it.

She thought, and then the wind ruffled her hair—she subconsciously raised her hand to block the raging currents, and squinted her eyes to look at the source of the storm, but she couldn't see anything under the cover of the flying sand. After a moment's wait, when everything had subsided, she noticed the Elven Swordsman.

"Sure enough." She said—she remembered Moya telling her that Isdamel was the strongest in the Elven Forest, and that she had the potential to step into the realm of legends. I'm afraid that in the face of an enemy who can kill the superior in a few moves, only he has the ability to defeat him on the battlefield at present. After all, from the mouth of the knight of the king ****, the strength of the enemy was clearly revealed-the pinnacle of the upper rank, or rather...... Limit.

And the battle between them went as the mage had expected, with Ista Mer holding the absolute upper hand until ...... Another round of wind howled - the elven swordsman who had been overwhelmingly dominant flew out upside down, and took more than a dozen steps back before he stabilized his body.

This is...... What's going on?

"Is it a secret method?"

Monia couldn't help frowning, she knew a little bit about the fighters: unlike the lower fighters, the upper fighters did not have the so-called mysteries, or that every ordinary attack they made was equivalent to the mysteries of the lower fighters, but in order to make better use of the "energy" in their bodies, they would create a variety of methods, and these methods were uniformly called secret methods.

Judging from what I was just now, the enemy should have used some kind of secret method to instantly increase explosive power.

She wasn't very sure, after all, she wasn't a real warrior, and she was far away from where they fought, so many details couldn't be seen in real terms. However, Eastammel's response later also verified her conjecture from another side - he did not rush to attack like just now, but surrounded each other and circled repeatedly.

And then...... Spikes.

The result was overwhelmingly unfavorable, and after this round of failed temptations, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and the enemy turned passive into active, but pressed him to fight, and judging from the scene alone, the situation was undoubtedly precarious.

Something had to be done.

The mage thought, but at the same time, she knew that not only was it difficult for ordinary spells to inflict effective damage on enemies, but it was easy to startle snakes. Conversely, spells that can make or break the battle in one hit can easily injure allies - especially Eastamel, who hates this guy as much as she does, doesn't mean she's going to disregard his life.

Monia thought about it for a long time, and finally made up her mind—while connecting the elven swordsman's mind, she had already begun to chant awkward incantations.

She said, without asking, just a simple order, (about fifty breaths or so.) ）

The reason why he expressed such a strong voice was not that the non-master did not intend to communicate well with the other party, but that he could not communicate effectively at all - mages could naturally communicate with each other from a distance, but the warlord, even if it was a high-ranking warlord, could not convey his will through the link established by the two sides.

Therefore, she can only say that he listens.

This is undoubtedly an extremely unfavorable situation, but in the current grim situation, she has no better choice - maybe the elven swordsman still has hole cards to use? Or maybe the elven swordsman is just stalling for time now, looking for an opportunity? She didn't know, she couldn't know, all she knew was what she could see...... Isdamel's extremely passive defense, which could be slashed by the enemy at any time.

She knew she needed to trust the other person a little more, but she knew better that it wasn't now.

She...... Or they can't afford to gamble on any of the slightest possibility.

The spell has been completed, and the flames have risen.

(Please as soon as possible.) She maintains the spells in her hand, and the more powerful the spells, the more difficult it is to be controlled, (as soon as possible.) ）

The mage didn't know if Isdamel would do what she told her, all she could do was wait.

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long, and the elven swordsman quickly took action - I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, in the process of parrying the attack, the elven sword in his hand broke, and the invisible enemy did not realize this change, and the force in his hand was not well controlled, and he slammed into the ground, lifting up a whole piece of land.

What happened after that, Monia didn't see clearly because of the flying sand, all she could see was Eastamel, who flew upside down - without hesitation, palm facing forward, chanting the last incantation, and then the flaming dragon burst into flames, burning everything to ashes with a fiery breath.

— until.

The center of the sinking of the earth, the place where the unknowable stands.

"Boom!"

The karmic fire red lotus is in full bloom, and all things are extinguished.

PS: The Great Invasion of the Demon Abyss is actually the late stage of the Chaos Era, but the mage subconsciously didn't take it into account. Also: Happy Holidays.