"Originally, I was about to give up, but I didn't expect to let me find you before leaving." Walking forward slowly, standing ten meters away from Cilita, Griffin grinned, "I think this must be providence, do you have any last words to confess?" ”

Facing Fenrir standing in front of her, Cilita did not speak, but silently held the dagger to her chest.

Seeing that his prey didn't pay attention to himself, Griffin restrained his smile.

"Okay, then let me finish it quickly."

The moment the words fell, he moved.

The scimitar in his hand was like a wind, and it blew a distance of ten meters in an instant, without the slightest fancy martial arts, and slashed in the direction of Cilita.

"Bell ——!"

Between the lightning and the fire, the swords collided, and sparks burst out.

The huge force climbed up the wrist along the hilt of the sword, and the tiger's mouth was numb by the recoil force, and Cilita took two steps back by inertia, and her heart shook violently. However, Griffin didn't give her time to relive the previous blow, and the scimitar in his hand slashed out three afterimages in a row, colliding with the short sword in Cilita's hand.

"Ugh!"

The wound on his right arm burst open, and blood soaked the bandage.

The scrambled Celita took five steps back before she could stand still.

"What's going on? Is there only this level of strength to defeat Miss Knight's in Alan? Or did you sell your hue to kill that fool of Aram? Eyes playfully roamed over Cilita's torn dress, and the scimitar in Fenrir's hand spun nonchalantly in a half-circle.

Ignoring the verbal humiliation of her opponent, Cilita seized the time to adjust her chaotic breathing, but her mood gradually sank to the bottom.

Very strong!

There was only one feeling in her heart at the moment.

Unlike the assassin named Aran, this guy was not an assassin at all, and the wind that he brought up with one move could even blow away the stones on the ground, and the scimitar, which was only one meter long, was as fierce in his hands as a berserker's two-handed axe!

Coupled with the fact that she is now seriously injured, it is already quite difficult to defend alone, and she has no strength left to fight back.

"It's time for the cat-and-mouse game to end."

After closing his eyes and opening them again, Griffin's eyes swept away the nonchalant color, and suddenly became fierce, only to see the scimitar in his hand set up in front of his chest, and suddenly his right foot stepped forward with half a step, and the whole person turned into a black shadow, attacking in the direction of Cilita.

A huge murderous aura came with that cold light.

Before there was time to hesitate, Cilita gritted her teeth, slammed her sword in both hands, and met the scimitar with all her might.

The crunch of metal clashing unfolded, and Cilita lowered her body and unloaded most of her strength. However, just when she thought she had blocked this level, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a cold light under the black cloak......

It was a dagger, held in Fenrir's left hand.

However, even when she found out, Cilita, who was holding a sword in both hands, didn't have time to react at all, and could only watch as the dagger smeared down her throat.

Is it going to end?

It was as if the cold of the blade had been felt in her throat, and the thought flashed through Cilita's mind for a moment.

……

"Flame Bullet ——!"

With that magnificent shout, following the direction pointed out by Yi Ran's index finger, a fireball the size of a basin whistled past and smashed into the front of the hostile militia array. The explosive flames directly blew a gap in the neat front, and those who were directly hit could not die anymore, and the militiamen who were burned by the splattering tongues of fire retreated in horror.

For the people of this world, witchcraft simply has its own morale-damaging effect.

With such a burst of inflammation, the array, which was originally quite neat, loosened as it retreated backwards.

Without missing this fighter, Melle, who was riding on a horse, raised his long sword in his hand and shouted loudly.

"Charge ——!"

"Kill !!"

With earth-shattering shouts of killing, the spear-mounted militia held up a linear array and rushed towards the enemy who had been smashed by the fireball.

The two groups of people collided fiercely, and the soldiers in the front row let go of the spears in their hands and pulled out the short swords, short axes, and macets at their waists...... All the melee weapons began a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

Blood flew in the air, and the pain of fratricide was suffocating.

The infantry on the front line had already touched, and the silver-armored cavalry cut into the battlefield from the flanks, and every swing of the long sword in his hand brought a bloody death. The lieutenant named Derrank, who was at the head, had chain mail soaked in blood, and the long sword in his hand had been slashed, like a killing god who had come out of hell.

Everyone was red-eyed.

Standing on the roof, Yi Ran's face was slightly pale, I don't know if it was because of the continuous use of abilities that caused a lot of mental power consumption, or because it was the first time I had seen such a bloody scene. Jiang Feng, who was standing next to her, looked indifferent, as if the bloody rain on the street had happened in another world.

Suddenly, standing on the opposite roof, four crossbowmen aimed at Yi Ran and Jiang Feng.

Before they could pull the trigger, four arrows swooped into their eyebrows and fell backwards without a sound.

Leia, who was standing next to Jiang Feng, waved the bowstring in her hand again and again, and dark green arrow shadows shuttled above the battlefield in an almost tricky trajectory, hunters, enemy generals, crossbowmen and other high-threat targets.

However, even then, the tide of the war has reached a stalemate.

The Kingdom Army, led by Green, had only four corps, and

"I can't hold it anymore, how long will it take to finish......" Drinking a bottle of mana potion, Yi Ran wiped his mouth fiercely and looked at Jiang Feng anxiously.

"There will probably be a while," Jiang Feng looked at the militia who were pouring up this street in the distance, "There are many more enemies than expected. ”

"You're helping!"

"My ability is useless in a legion-level battle, so I'd better leave it to you." Jiang Feng said very simply.

Although the Ghost Drone has a good output ability, its shortcomings have been made clear before. In order to reduce the size and increase flexibility and concealment, the Spirit's continuous output ability is not ideal. To put it bluntly, the Wraith is a support drone, not an attack one.

"Cut—"

Smacking his mouth, just as Yi Ran was about to do his best to throw another inflamed pop out, a golden light suddenly sprinkled from the sky and landed in the house group half a kilometer away.

Stopping what she was doing, Yi Ran looked over there in a daze, and muttered quietly.

"What's that?"

The light seemed to carry some kind of holy power, and the golden particles of light surrounded the pillar of light, slowly spreading around.

Not only her, but everyone on the battlefield was attracted by the light that pierced through the dark clouds. For a while, even the sound of fighting that resounded through the streets slowly stopped under the influence of this holy force.

Also staring at the pillar of light, Leia suddenly felt that the sword of Gondar behind her began to tremble slightly, and seemed to be faintly hot.

Leia was slightly stunned, and was about to turn her head to check what was going on with the sword, when she heard a "bang".

I saw that the sword came out of its sheath, and in full view of everyone, it galloped towards the pillar of light......