The earth, like a selfless mother, with her broad heart, accepts a qiē and nourishes all things. Therefore, earth-based magic, which is powered by the energy that directly drives the earth, is also the most vibrant and protective of the four elements.

Just as the dirt that looks dirty on the surface contains a lot of clean air.

As an elf, Sirusse has the elemental constitution of qi and earth, and he uses earth-based magic to synthesize toxins, so the poison gas of "Night Curse" has earth-based attributes. As for Ipeia, who is also an earth magician, at the moment when the poisonous gas of the "Night Curse" spreads, she immediately leaned down, as close to the ground as possible, driving the slightly restored magic power in her body, using the earth element to neutralize the poisonous gas that was accidentally intimidated into her body, and at the same time releasing air from the countless tiny cracks in the land, so that she could breathe freely, instead of being poisoned and unconscious like everyone else.

However, she doesn't have a lot of magic, and she's barely able to keep herself safe, and it's impossible to fight. She witnessed Julian being suppressed by the Dark Elves during the battle with Hilusse due to the effects of the poison gas that could not perform at his original level. If Julian fails to defeat Hiluse, everyone in the manor will die. Ipeia wanted to help Julian, but she couldn't move for half a minute, and once she broke off the elemental connection with the earth, she couldn't continue to release the unpoisoned fresh air from the dirt, so she had to wait for the right time.

Finally, the collision just now caused Julian to fall right next to her. This is her only chance to help Julian. She gripped Julian's hand, but she couldn't get her magic into him because of the gas, and not even the sound of her calling could reach his ears. In the desperate moment, Ipeia didn't care so much, so she used all her remaining magic to drive the earth elemental with guò mouth-to-mouth, neutralizing the toxins in Julian's body, and sending all the clean air she released from the land into Julian's lungs......

"Get out of here!" Julian, who had slashed Shirusse with a sword, turned his head and saw Ipeya lying in the crook of his arm, resting her head on his shoulder, her face was quite bad, her eyes were closed, and she was in a semi-unconscious state, but her hands were still grasping Julian, her brows were furrowed, the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, and her facial muscles twitched unlikely, looking extremely hard. It was the consequence of inhaling a large amount of poison gas in an instant, but in the painful expression, there was a glimpse of satisfaction after success. Julian understood that it was Ipaya's complete trust in him, and she was sure that he could defeat the enemy.

"How can this be true!" said Silusse, who had failed at the last step, lightly touched the fresh cut on his chest, and looked at Julian with a look of bitter hatred in his eyes.

The embarrassed Dark Elf roared and rushed towards Julian, pouring more of the Night Curse gas into his veins, further strengthening the hardness of his skin. Although he didn't hold any weapons, his hands were able to tear apart his armor and break his sword!

In the face of the menacing enemy, Julian did not panic, he maintained a sideways position, while protecting Ipeya, and holding his sword in one hand to resist the onslaught of Silus. With the help of Ipeia's death, most of the toxins in Julian's body were neutralized, his discomfort was greatly reduced, his breathing was temporarily restored to normal, and his heart gradually calmed down. Sirouse was the only enemy he had ever faced in his life, but he gradually adapted to it. Although Julian at this time struggled to move flexibly because he wanted to protect Ipeya, all his defenses and counterattacks were well established and easily managed.

Compared with Julian's calmness, Sirousse became more and more impatient. "Why aren't you dead?Why aren't you dead?Why aren't you dead?Why aren't you dead......" he chattered as he attacked Julian more and more furiously. This unbridled madness, as if seeing that one's defeat was certain.

Every impact of the black sword and the iron skin surprised Silusse: he had broken one of this human's swords, but why couldn't he break the other? The answer was not complicated, it was just that he didn't notice the magic talisman on the black sword during the battle. The magic sword "Tears of Repentance", how can it be lightly broken by the iron skin?

The hardness of the magic sword, combined with the power of the user's battle spirit, caused the aftermath of each collision to reverberate in Sirusse's body, making him feel that his internal organs were almost all wounded, and his blood was tumbling. His hands were also numb and painful.

If you continue to fight with your bare hands, you will only suffer from it. Hiluse finally accepted the reality, he picked up a spear dropped by a female soldier from the ground with his toes, and grasped the blade of Julian's sword with his right hand, while catching the spear with his left hand, and stabbed the sharp spear head into Ipeya in Julian's arms!

But Julian, with a determination that Hierusse could not believe, let go of the hilt of his sword the moment the spear stabbed him, and grasped the sharp tip of the spear with his fleshy palm. Julian's hands did not have the hardness of iron skin, and the direct result of this was that the skin of his palms was open and blood flowed, but Julian's look at Siruse made the latter shudder.

"Despicable!" Julian snorted, took a step sideways, and jerked his spear in his direction. Hiluse had the upper hand in agility and defense, but was far inferior to Julian in strength, and was dragged by a company with a gun. By the time he remembered that it was too late to let go of the barrel, Julian's flying kick slammed into his jaw from the bottom up, sending him flying into the air, and the hand that grabbed the blade of his opponent's sword let go, and the tip of the "Tears of Repentance" plunged into the ground.

It was Hirousse's turn to be kicked a few meters away. If it weren't for the hardening of the iron skin, the flying kick would have been enough to shatter his skull, but even so, Sirouse still felt a sharp pain, he saw that everything around him was spinning, and to his surprise, countless Julians appeared in front of him, lined up in a straight line, standing in front of him. Sirousse looked at it intently, only to find that Julian was indeed only one person, and later maintained a posture of holding Ipeya's waist with one hand and stood in place, and did not move, and the countless images of Julian just now were just Sirousse's dazzle. Julian's kick didn't break the Iron Skin, but it did cause a concussion for Silusse.

"Looks like you've reached your limit. Julian's cold eyes, like a judge judging a criminal, looked at Sirousse from above, and his cold and emotionless voice pierced Sirousse's auditory nerves.

You're a lowly and lowly human being who stepped on my head?, Sirusse's pride was greatly stimulated, and he picked up two of the Assassin's swords from the ground and rushed towards Julian without hesitation.

The corners of Julian's mouth were full of disdainful sneers, and an invisible aura rose from his body, and the battle spirit burned to the limit again, as if in response to the call of the war spirit, and the black long sword inserted in the ground automatically flew back into Julian's hand. He raised the sword horizontally, the tip of the sword slowly raised to the right front, and the blade rubbed against the air in its path, causing the surrounding air to vibrate, like the wail of the dead, echoing the sound of the sword from the blade.

"Not good!" The last shred of reason left made Sirousse, who had already rushed through most of the distance, reflexively avoid the moment Julian swung his sword down.

"Buzz" ......

The desolate, frightened wails once again dominated every corner of Fernandez Manor. "Panic Flash" - This is a single-edged version of the battle soul technique "Cross Panic Flash" just used by the same person, compressing the power of the battle soul that was originally scattered on the two swords into one sword, and its power can be imagined!

Although Hiruuse avoided the vital point, he was still hit by the powerful sword pressure aftermath. Strengthened into a skin as hard as steel, it was rendered useless in front of the knight's full unleashed battle spirit technique, and his left arm was removed entirely, and blue blood gushed out. Even the earth was crushed by the sword and a deep furrow was cleaved. "Panic Flash" not only severed one of Sirousse's arms, but also cut open the enclosed space of the cylinder used to lock in the poison gas. After losing its restraints, the poisonous gas spread outside without hindrance, and the miserable green poisonous gas that permeated the surroundings gradually diluted and dissipated.

Hit hard, Sirousse grabbed the blood-soaked left shoulder with his right hand and stumbled through the ruins of the former potato fields to the entrance to the manor, not even bothering to pick up the broken arm. The fiasco was irreparable, and in the face of the dignity of the earth elves and the will to survive, he reluctantly chose the latter and fled shamefully. Although the entrance to the manor was blocked by an insurmountable wall of fire, he still fled in that direction regardless of the situation, and at this time, in Sirousse's mind, there was only the only thought that "the farther away from that man the better".

However, the most terrifying nightmares often follow and linger all the way. The human who was bent on getting away from Sirusse turned into a nightmarish black shadow, chasing after him without hurry.

After cracking the Night Curse, Julian leaned against a tree in his arms and gently lowered it, then raised his sword to chase the Dark Elves who escaped from the wounded body. He doesn't need to chase it deliberately, just let the other person feel psychological pressure and wait for him to fall to the ground.

Eventually, just over 20 meters from the burning trench, Julian came up behind the fallen Silusse. This is the brightest place in the entire Fernández estate. Hiluse turned around and saw Julian shrouded in red firelight, like a crimson demon, an unprecedented sense of fear instantly taking over his body, making the proud elf unable to control his trembling body with fear.

Seeing Julian slowly raise his long sword, Hilusset, who was about to have a nervous breakdown, couldn't hold back any longer: "Stop! You, do you know who you are fighting against? You are making enemies of the earth elves! If you dare to do this to me, the Nightmare Awakening family will not let you go, and the entire Black Forest Kingdom will not let you go!"

Hearing him say this, Julian's hand holding his sword stopped. Sirousse was secretly happy, thinking that his intimidation had been effective, but his euphoria lasted less than a second. Because he could see from Julian's eyes that the latter was not flinching because he was intimidated. Julian stopped out of pity, giving him one last chance to surrender.

"You actually look at me as an earth spirit with 'pity' eyes! You can't forgive! You ......"

"Just now, you were asking who I was my enemy?" Julian interrupted Hyrusse's Deestri, "and now that's exactly what I'm asking!"

"W-What ......?"

"Do you know who you are fighting against? Answer me, dark elves! How dare you hurt my companion in front of me. The phrase 'unforgivable' should be said by me!"

"You, you...... I ......"

Chillus, so frightened by Julian's unassuming pretension that he stammered and couldn't speak.

The hanging magic sword was raised again, and now Sirousse completely understood Julian's determination, and the time to give him the choice to surrender had passed, and no matter whether he continued to threaten, kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, or deceive him, it was impossible to stop the magic sword from swinging.

"Ahh......h

Driven into a dead end, Hilusse roared inwardly, gathering all his magic power into the wound on the severed arm of his left shoulder, detonating all the capillaries in the left upper half of his body, producing a large number of bloody arrows to shoot at Julian.

The dark blue blood was full of the toxin of the "Night Curse", and even if he had the advantage now, Julian did not dare to go straight to the front, and had to retreat. Most of the Blood Arrows were dodged by Julian, and the few that could not be dodged were blocked by him with his sword.

The final counterattack of the dying struggle finally came to an end.

With the cover of nearly two-thirds of his own blood, Sirousse got up again, and it was hard to imagine what kind of perseverance he had managed to move his body with such a serious injury, but he managed to get to the wall of fire in the trench before Julian could catch up.

"I am a citizen of the earth goddess Gaia, and I will only return to the arms of the earth goddess, and I will never become a captive of humanity!hahahaha...... Hahahahaha......ha

Then he leaped into the flames.

Julian, who had come to the front of the trench, looked at the flames rolling under the trench in the scorching heat of the air, and could no longer find the slightest trace of the awakening of the Silusse Nightmare. I can't help but feel a little lost when I think of this powerful enemy that I have only seen in my life, and I can't help but feel a little lost.

Julian stood by the trench until dawn came. The first light of dawn in the East has arrived. The oil in the trench seems to have burned out, and the wall of fire is weakening and then disappearing. The manor, which yesterday was a beautiful idyllic setting, has now become a hell like Shura.

After cooling off from the frenzy of the battle, Julian's mind began to swirl with questions that he couldn't think about during the battle.

"I ...... Who are you fighting against?".

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