The border between the Tranquil Forest and the Sunset Forest used to be distinct gold and green, but now the flames are blazing, blurring the line with scorched black and scattered orange flames.

A steady stream of warlocks rushed to the elven lines of defense, more like warriors than the elves who hid behind stone golems and bear monsters.

Warlocks were constantly nailed to the ground by the arrows they thrown, and then cut in two by the wind blade, ice pick, or even the moon blade thrown at them, and then flames gushed out from the broken parts of their bodies, followed by a huge explosion, creating a large crater on the battlefield.

However, there are exceptions, such as some warlocks who see their companions dead, and will lift their corpses and throw them over, at which point the pit appears on the elf's side.

This is a war on the ground, and at the same time, several figures are scuffling together thousands of meters above the battlefield.

Except for Artes, an acquaintance of Shanes, the elven side was all fresh-faced, but they all stared at a pair of blue eyes, and they didn't care about injury at all, which was in stark contrast to the elves on the battlefield.

Just like those warlocks who sell their souls to gain power, these people also sell their souls.

And they have an absolute advantage in numbers.

In contrast, the few from Safron couldn't get their hands free.

On the one hand, the necromancer promised by Lancelot did not show up, and on the other hand, Zeragar always had a bit of a problem with attacking his former people.

Especially when he faced Artes.

Ironically, after he was gone, Artes became the chief priest, and now the two of them serve different gods. But the difference is that Zeragar did it of his own volition, and as for Artes, the answer could be seen in those lifeless eyes.

……

The fire scythe slashed through the air, tipping imperceptibly as it was about to slash at the enemy, leaving a charred wound in its back.

Instead of flinching, the wounded elf turned and rushed towards Zelagal, whose eyes darkened and a faint sense of self-reproach.

He shouldn't have kept his hand.

"Retreat!"

At this time, Shanes shouted, and a golden arrow shot over, Zelagar immediately understood, and rushed in the direction of the arrow, and the pursuers followed.

However, when he was only a few meters away, the sharp arrow suddenly exploded, turning into sixty-four fire arrows and flying behind him, weaving a web of fire and trapping the enemy inside.

"Cook!"

Shanes shouted, then grabbed his spear and rushed over.

He had a face-to-face with Van Gaal, and after a brush, he fended off the enemy's attack.

Chef Fan took the opportunity to withdraw from the battle, his figure flashed in front of the fire net, his body was slightly lowered, his right foot took half a step forward, his leg arched, the whole person was like a full bow, and the long sword in the sheath was an arrow on the string.

There was no scabbard at his waist, but he pressed the blade with his left hand, leaned slightly sideways, and held the sword in his right hand, as if he pulled out the long sword with all his strength and slashed it.

No one present could see his movements, no one knew how many swords he had struck, but they only saw countless red lines piercing the fire net without hindrance, leaving scars on the enemy's body.

Not deep, but each one runs from the shoulders to the waist.

The sword technique is called Frost Cut, and the original version has only ten styles, because each style can drain the beginner's full strength, and even the domain swordsman can slash up to ten times.

Van Gaal put away his sword and left without looking back.

The elf in the net of fire opened its mouth to say something, but it suddenly shattered into pieces of flesh, and was quickly burned clean by the shrinking net of fire, not even giving it a chance to absorb blood and explode.

This scene was seen in the eyes of all the elves, but they did not react, as if it was not their compatriots who died.

"Destroy him."

Artes flashed behind Shanes and sealed off the space around him, while the trio who had been pestering Van Gaal were approaching the hunter.

He could see that Shanes was the brains of the enemy, and as long as he destroyed it, the enemy would be a mess of sand.

"No, how much enmity do I have with you?"

Shanes was already scolding his mother in his heart, he knew that he shouldn't rush to the front to help Van Gaal catch this enemy, and now that guy ran out of strength and hid behind, it was himself who suffered.

Both Olaser and Langdon were entangled by the enemy, the former couldn't even use his usual self-detonation, and the cook ran out of strength......

He looked around the battlefield and quickly came up with a new plan.

"Amathe, do you really not remember me?"

Shanes drew his golden bow and fired three bolts of fire in a row, but he failed to push the enemy back. The wounded elf had arrows stuck in his chest, but it looked even more hideous.

"Van Gaal." Artesdo.

What?

Chef Fan, who was far away from the battle, stiffened, and turned back in surprise, only to find that the enemy was not looking at him.

Artes smiled stiffly and said in a hoarse voice, "Give your soul to Lord Iso, and you too can receive eternal life just like us." ”

"Oh, eternal life."

Shanes pouted, and Safendas pulled into a full moon, aiming directly at Artes.

"Live forever in the flames!"

An arrow pierced the air and instantly arrived in front of Artes.

"Do you think I'm going to be tricked?"

Artes spread his hands expressionlessly and blocked the arrow with his chest.

The tip of the arrow was still spinning, but it was blocked by the mire space, and the cold air emanating from Arte's body was gradually extinguishing its flames.

At the same time, the space behind him expanded in a circle, and a figure lurking behind him, ready to break through the barrier with this arrow, was forced to reveal.

"Click"

The energy of the arrow was exhausted, and it was frozen into an ice sculpture by the cold air, and it shattered in an instant.

Shanes blushed, his plan had failed.

Artes turned to look at the flaming long-haired elf with cracked skin.

"Lord Galadze!"

His words were unusually cold and unwavering, but they sounded special to Zeragar.

"You have turned your back on your ideals, you have turned your back on the nobility of the elves, this is the wrath of the gods against you."

With the words, milky white light rose from the elf's body, full of fiery, or fanatical emotion, and gradually filled the confined space.

"This is the divine power that Iso-sama has given me, feel its judgment on you."

Artes said slowly, not in a hurry, as if he had already laid the victory.

Zelagar kicked his feet, creating a circle of ripples on the air barrier and shooting at Artes.

"What is an ideal?" He asked.

He drew a huge fire scythe and split the spreading white mist like a sword cutting through a waterfall.

"What is noble?"

Although the mist showed the crack for only a moment, it was enough to support him to rush through.

"What a god again!!"

He raised his fire sickle and slashed at Artes' head.

Artes did not dodge the scythe, and his divine power erupted, and Zelagar was directly blown away before he could get close to him, and he tried to escape into the shadow world again, but the ubiquitous white mist quickly enveloped him, blocking his way.

"Our master, our destiny, our ...... Home. ”

Divine power invaded Zeragar's body, and his own consciousness was being wiped out in his eyes, and his expression was full of pain.

All the believers of Garden have their own power system like normal people, such as a certain Wind Helmet City Lord who is good at all kinds of swordsmanship, such as a hunter with extraordinary archery skills, and Olaser who is a huntress herself.

But Isu is different, believers are like a container to him, and after being infused with divine power, they will naturally have combat power.

In this respect, it is the same as those followers of the Xenophora.

……

Zelagar lost his combat effectiveness, and Artes looked at the hunter, dwarfed by the three elves.

The latter is still stubbornly resisting.

"The courage of the fearless comes from ignorance." He said lightly, his voice full of majesty.

"Fart! Since you know everything, do you know where your best friend is? ”

A voice suddenly came, and Artes was startled.

The voice came so abruptly that everyone present was stunned.

Shanes, who was in a stalemate with the enemy, couldn't help but shudder, and he swore that he would never forget the voice.

That savage, dirty, stupid, arrogant enemy who repeatedly doesn't play his cards by the rules!

As soon as he finished speaking, Gustavo appeared in front of everyone with his white wings flapping, and a young mage riding on his back.

"It's so hilarious, I can't even tell who's friendly and who's the enemy." Mu Yan said.

He stretched out his hand, and the white mist that was gradually filling up in the barrier was immediately pulled over and gathered around him.

Just like Alduin said, divine power is incompatible with the essence of this world, and even spatial barriers can pass through.

Mu Yan, as a carrier of long-term contact with "experience", is more likely to accept this large amount of experience than this group of believers, coupled with the "Auxiliary AI Nicole" inherited from the coincidence of the dark abyss, shouldering the mission of half of the system, the divine power controlled by Artes is a wallet thrown on the ground for him, how can there be any reason not to pick it up.

It's not a tug-of-war at all, it's the magnet and the stone in comparison to the attraction of iron powder.

Artes didn't expect such an unreasonable enemy to suddenly appear, and he was a little dazed for a while.

He vaguely remembered who Mu Yan was, but he couldn't tell. Being erased from his memory is one thing, and Mu Yan's change of body is another, which finally made him come to a plausible conclusion.

This man is a blasphemer.

Since it is a blasphemer, it should be judged and destroyed.

"Blasphemy—"

"I guess your next line is, 'Blasphemer, be judged by God,' right?" Mu Yan said suddenly.

“……”

Artes chose to remain silent, and the lines that had been prepared were retracted.

"Is this the power that the gods have given you?"

Mu Yan condensed the white divine power into a crystalline the size of a grain of rice and rubbed it on his fingertips.

He seemed to realize the helplessness of the Kanrosh people back then, and he could also absorb and gather this power, but he just didn't know how to use it. Just like experience, what else can it be used for besides leveling up and paying for the cost of learning spells?

He's not the programmer ape of "Dusk Era", how does he know......

"Blasphemer!!"

Artes looked outrageous, and he emerged from the barrier, shooting several cryptic waves at Mu Yan.

"I'll leave it to you."

Mu Yan patted Gustavo's head and jumped away from him, who flapped his wings and used his ass to resist Arte's spatial blade.

For a while, white feathers flew in the sky, and Gustavo instantly became a bald chicken, but in fact he was not harmed.

Artes stared at Mu Yan, intending to chase after him, but as soon as he saw it, a nightblade leopard suddenly swept over.

"Childish."

He snorted.

His excellent combat instincts told him that this melee attack without the aid of any enchanted weapon was a joke in front of the mage shield, which combined the double slowing effects of water elemental and space magic.

He didn't even dodge with the flash spell, Artes planned to wait for the moment the enemy triggered the mage shield frost nova to slice through the opponent's chest with the spatial blade.

And then—

"Bang"

The claw tore apart the mage's shield like papier-mâché armor. Artes was slapped on the shoulder, like a cannonball, falling from the sky and straight into the ground battlefield.

But the imaginary sound of landing and the big pit did not appear, and the Nightblade Leopard suddenly turned into a large white bird, folded its wings and chased it down like a diver.

The strong wind blew the feathers on the top of Gustavo's head, and Smaug, who was hiding inside, poked his head out, and he found that it was a great feeling to be a pilot.

Artes reacted as he was about to fall, flashing seven times in a row to counteract the enormous inertia.

He felt as if the body didn't belong to him anymore, and the only time he remembered being hit head-on by the fanged mammoth as a child had such a powerful impact.

"Inferior races that use brute force."

Standing on the ground, watching the bird's head in his field of vision continue to enlarge, Artes snorted disdainfully and stretched out his hand, and the space in front of him suddenly became viscous.

However, he apparently guessed wrong.

He saw the big white bird that was swooping suddenly stretching out its wings and making a very rude gesture to him......

"Sneer"

Several vines suddenly sprang out from beneath the surrounding soil, pinning him to the ground through the soles of his feet, and the dirt softened as well, sinking him deep in.

"Goo-"

The big bird descended from the sky, turned into a human, buttoned a dark green hat made of water and grass on his head, then raised his arm and slapped it without hesitation.

"Smack"

Artes' eyes darkened, and he fainted.

"That's it!"

Gustavo clapped his hands, he had never felt that the battle was so easy.

……

Mu Yan rushed towards the Langdon Guard, who was entangled by the elves.

At this time, the three elves in the barrier are entangled with the King of Hunters, who has lost two dogs, and Zelagar is invaded by divine power and loses his combat effectiveness, so he can only reluctantly escape into the shadow world to avoid becoming a burden.

Seeing Shanes so embarrassed, Mu Yan couldn't help but remind: "Hey, don't you know how to use the Elemental Beast Swarm?" ”

"What's that?"

As soon as Shanes turned around, he was accidentally slashed in the arm by an elf sword, and he gasped in pain.

Mu Yan looked at it for a while.

"There's a crack in the middle of Rikiel, and he smears his own blood on it, and then twists it hard. The divine power infused in the weapon combined with your fire attribute magic can summon a steady stream of elemental beasts, didn't Gardon even tell you this? ”

"And what's going on?"

Shanes was stunned, and he began to wonder if this boy had been sent by Lord Garton.

In fact, it had been a long time since he had touched it with his hands, because of some indescribable psychological shadow......

He looked at the three aggressive opponents, then at his own broken arm, and gritted his teeth to rub it.

The blood was absorbed, and a blood-colored ring-shaped crack appeared in the center of the spear, and Shanes hurriedly pinched the ends, but could not break them.

"Idiot, take off your gloves!"

"Huh?"

Shanes hesitated for a moment, the enemy attacked again, he didn't have time to mother-in-law, his palm was on fire, the gloves were instantly gone, and he put his flesh on it.

In a trance, he heard a distant trampling and howling.

It was as if countless beasts from the depths of the mountains and forests were running, and the earth shook and the mountains were overwhelmed.

There was an impulse that prompted him to cry out the command from the depths of his heart:

"Listen to me! Beasts galloping—"