"You...... Why do you know this voice......

Sang Zhefeng asked with a shocked face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

His hand stopped the sword and hung over the girl's neck, but he hadn't looked down yet, not even the cuts had yet appeared. But now Sang Zhefeng's hands are shaking inexplicably.

The system was stunned, it had no idea what was going on, and all of a sudden, Sang Zhefeng became like this, as if he had lost his soul, and kept that movement.

But he still maintained that posture, and he couldn't tell if he would cut it down the next moment.

"Wait! Don't ......"

The system panicked, but it immediately stopped.

Because just now, a girl's voice sounded with its thoughts.

This...... What is it......

Sang Zhefeng's face instantly became distorted to the extreme, he took down his sword, turned around, and then roared madly:

"How do you know this voice! How do you know this voice! What qualifications do you have to use this voice! ”

He swung his sword angrily, as if trying to chop the invisible system to pieces, but in the end he did so in vain like a madman, and there was no way for him to deal with the system.

As if frightened by his voice, the system said cautiously, "I...... I don't know ......."

He looked around with a twisted face, he didn't even know where the system was now, the voice came straight out of his head, he couldn't even plug his ears.

He began to look around, as if looking for something, and then suddenly he saw the girl who was still standing over there, and he tilted his head and walked that way.

This time he directly picked up his sword and walked quickly towards that side.

He raised his sword in the air, a cruel expression on his face.

"Die!" He shouted, roared, and swung his sword.

"Don't!"

The girl's voice came again, and Sang Zhefeng's sword stopped again.

He twisted his face and looked at Joan of Arc, he was no longer the graceful and gentle smile that was, but the almost madly twisted, and the deep sadness.

"Please stop...... Stop...... Don't kill her...... Don't ......"

The girl's begging voice sounded in Sang Zhefeng's ears, and Sang Zhefeng's expression became more and more distorted.

"Please...... Save her......"

Sang Zhefeng reached forward with his sword again, but ...... In the end, he didn't swing his sword either.

He took his sword back.

Sang Zhefeng's face had slowly recovered, he looked at Joan of Arc with a cold face, and finally took a sip and snorted.

Sang Zhefeng stepped forward, took Joan of Arc's arm, pulled the girl slightly against his back, and carried her on his back.

Joan of Arc seemed to sense something, her body trembled slightly, and then a smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth.

As if sensing something, Sang Zhefeng showed a look of disdain on his face.

"Stupid."

The system watched this scene blankly, it didn't quite understand what was going on, it vaguely knew, it seemed to be the cause of its sudden voice, but it still said from the bottom of its heart:

"Thank you......"

It finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Sanzhefeng.

Sang Zhefeng frowned.

"Stupid."

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Artoria ran quickly in the direction of the battlefield, while the mage followed with the soldiers.

"Hey! You...... You mercenary! Wait a minute...... Wait for me...... I...... I'm ...... But...... Respect...... Venerable Mage! ”

The mage ran out of breath after the girl, and he took his staff, where he gasped and followed.

"I ...... I...... I'm ...... Be...... Mage...... Mage......"

The mage could no longer keep up with the little mercenary, who was panting and sweating profusely. There is no longer the slightest taste of "honorable".

But Artoria ignored him and continued to run forward.

She wondered what had ruined the monster - she knew how strong it was, and how invincible it was.

And the bright red sword killed what she thought was impossible to kill.

Of course, she had to be curious, and at the same time, there was a hint of longing in her heart.

The kind of power that can kill the gods.

She stopped abruptly and looked ahead.

Behind her, the mage and the men followed.

"I ...... I...... I'm telling you...... I...... I'm ...... Law...... Mage...... Whew...... Mage...... Whew......"

Looks like this man's lungs are about to explode.

The guards around them were better, but they all looked at Artoria with surprise. They are second-order warriors, and they can't catch up with a mercenary in heavy armor! Could it be that this mercenary is a third-order warrior?

The mage gasped and looked at Artoria, he wanted to say something, but he stopped immediately, for he seemed to see two figures approaching not far away, as if one was helping the other forward, and he was squinting there, identifying who it was.

After all, the sudden appearance of two figures on this kind of trail will naturally make people wonder, and the incident that happened here just now makes people even more confused.

Artoria looked over there, she frowned, suddenly screamed, and ran over.

"Mr. Sangzhefeng? Miss Joan of Arc? What's wrong with you guys? ”

Artoria looked at the two people covered in blood in surprise and asked Sanzhefeng.

Sang Zhefeng said expressionlessly: "Of course, there is some price to pay for killing that kind of monster. ”

His voice was not loud, but it could clearly reach the ears of everyone present.

Everyone's expressions instantly changed to expressions like "You're kidding, if you don't tease me, then you're just fine".

In front of her was Artoria, her mouth was so open that her jaw was about to fall, she looked at Sanzhefeng in disbelief, obviously her brain had not turned, she couldn't believe that the guy who had been talking and laughing with her not long ago was now this kind of monster - the bright red sword was still imprinted in her brain, and it couldn't be eliminated at all.

The mage in the back also looked at the man in front of him with a look of surprise, he was shocked by the youth of the two people in front of him, although he didn't know much about the difficulty of mastering fifth-order magic, but he knew very well that it was definitely not something that people of this age could learn.

As a student of the famous magic academy Serrigan, their dean is a fifth-order mage who has mastered the fifth-order magic [Seligan's Reflection], and is a well-deserved master of spells.

And Mr. Dean is already 211 years old, and his appearance is at least 70 years old, although at that level, the lifespan of a human should be about 250 years old, but the appearance will still change according to the percentage.

In other words, according to the looks of these two people in front of them, they are only 50 years old at most.

A fifty-year-old fifth-order magician! It's incredible!

What is fifth-order magic? It's not too much to call it devastating. Maybe they may not have much of a damage range, but the effect they work on is absolutely terrifying.

The Zero Hour Flip, which is large enough to lift up a huge mountain plate, the small enough to kill everything that is alive, the Hakariya's Countdown Clock, which is terrifying enough to deprive all life around it, and the Zambiella's Light, which is sacred enough to dispel the plague on the continent—these are all powerful spells that are famous all over the world. And as mages who master these magics, they are all mages who are so powerful that the whole world knows them.

And even if it is them, they will pay their own lifespan after using the fifth-order magic. It can be seen what kind of existence the fifth-order magic is.

It's not too much to say that a fifth-order mage can hold up a country.

And the two people in front of me......

Even if it's a fifth-order spell used together, it's not something that an ordinary fourth-order mage can do!

You know, the fifth and fourth orders can't be made up for by dosage!

The hallmark of a fifth-order mage is the use of fifth-order magic, each fifth-order mage has its own exclusive fifth-order magic, and now there are only 27 fifth-order mages in all races in the world combined, and this still includes those old guys who are hidden, otherwise they can't even reach this point.

As for the Earthbound God...... That kind of monster is a different story......

And the two people in front of them...... Maybe the 28th fifth-order mage of the continent will be born.

Sang Zhefeng looked at the mage, his face slightly impatient. He's not in a very good mood right now, mainly because of the voice of the system.

But at the same time, he was also wondering, why did the system suddenly make her voice? Could it be a coincidence?

Or is it ...... She......

He shook his head, although he didn't know if he had succeeded at the time, but he knew very well that even if he had succeeded, she would not have appeared like this.

Though...... It was an experiment that even I couldn't calculate.

Other thoughts flashed through his mind, about conjectures about the world.

Maybe...... Is this world a virtual online world?

But he quickly gave up, which was still unrealistic. He had just imagined this in his head when he woke up, and then he quickly went through it in his head several times with that "infinite anti-repetition" thought, but the world didn't react at all.

The way of thinking he uses is the nemesis of computers, and even if he is trapped in the virtual world by powerful external hardware, he has a way to use this method to directly crash the system connected to his brain. And when that didn't work, he gave up on other experiments.

Even if it's really a more technologically advanced virtual world, there's nothing he can do.

But now Sang Zhefeng didn't continue to think about this, he anxiously handed over the Joan of Arc he was carrying to Artoria, and then ordered, "Wait a minute, I have something to do." Then he ran into the woods beside him, leaving the crowd blank in their wake.

He had more important things to do.

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"I've got enough points, I should be able to resurrect now."

Sang Zhefeng stood in the deserted woods and said coldly.

"The ......"

"Shut up! It is necessary to speak in this voice! Sang Zhefeng rudely interrupted the system's words, and his eyes had already flashed with blood-red light.

【…… Well...... 10,000 points, resurrect a human being, and if other races may have to add or subtract points. 】

Sang Zhefeng nodded, indicating that it was meaningless.

On the other side of the system, a dialog box pops up again.

However, after Sang Zhefeng saw the dialog box, he was stunned for a moment.

Then, his eyes turned completely red.

He suddenly swung the sword in his hand, and slashed at the trees over there, scattering a large amount of wood chips and scattering them in a fluttering manner.

"You're kidding me!"

He said angrily.

The system had no idea what was going on, and it stared blankly at the dialog box that came up, wondering if the madman in front of it was playing the wrong string.

[To resurrect a life, 10,000 points are required, and the requirements are: proof of the existence of the life, such as the items it has used, etc.] 】

What the hell did that sentence cause the madman to react......