This is how Mercato has been hiding in the clouds, controlling lightning and sticks to pursue Wu Jian.

(Really, if you give him a chance, you don't know how to grasp it, should you force him out?) ）

Just as Wu Jian was thinking this, ten thousand thunderbolts were fired, followed by another equally huge stick. There is also a lightning bolt symbol on top of the stick. It was obviously a very huge volume, but it was as fast as lightning, and it hit Wu Jian's comparably thin body mercilessly.

Very unexpectedly, the stick with the lightning symbol hit Wu Jian and smashed him to the ground. The impact of the stick on the ground made the whole earth jump. Then, in the distance, Erica saw a tsunami-like sandstorm rising from the ground. Under the storm, the sandstorm soon became unsuccessful, but the dust still kept Erica from opening her eyes.

“”

Erica gritted her teeth fiercely, although she ate a mouth full of sand, she couldn't help but go to Wu Jian's side now. I saw the magic light flashing on Erica's body, and she rushed towards the wind and sand.

When Erica ran to Wu Jian's side, the first thing she saw was a large pit two meters deep and ten meters wide. At the bottom of the pit, Wu Jian lay in the viscous plasma.

“！！！”

It was as if a piece of fresh meat had been slapped with a huge force, blood was squeezed out of the sides of the body, and a large amount of blood was also splattered onto the pit. It was unimaginable that Wu Jian would be so seriously injured, Erica was so frightened that she couldn't make a sound, but jumped desperately.

"For what!? Why would you be so badly injured with your strength, you shouldn't be like this! ”

Erica shouted as she cast a healing spell. However, when the magic touched Wu Jian's body, Erica's magic could no longer be formed and dissipated into the air.

“！？”

Erica finally realized that she was doing useless work, meaningless. Erica, who reacted, didn't have time to laugh at herself, leaned down, condensed healing magic in her body, and gathered it in her mouth.

"What are you doing, aren't your pretty clothes stained with blood?"

Just before Erica's small mouth was about to touch Wu Jian's lips, a soft force stopped Erica.

"What are you doing, why did you deliberately make yourself like this!?"

Although she spoke, Erica's magic did not dissipate, and she also insisted on kissing Wu Jian.

"Okay, okay, I'll enjoy your lips slowly, but not now."

Wu Jian's bloodstained hand gently pushed Erica away.

"What the hell are you thinking? Ordinary magic cannot be applied externally to the godslayer, and can only be effective through the body. Hurry up, while Mercato hasn't come yet. ”

Erica leaned down again, but this time Wu Jian stopped her.

"That's right, my injuries are so serious in your eyes."

"Why are you still laughing, this is not a joke, in the eyes of others, you are already dead in this state!"

"Don't be so nervous, I just want to test the power of the 'goat'."

"You're still laughing? Isn't that right, are you really hurt? ”

Erica finally realized that Wu Jian's voice was not like the voice of a seriously injured person, and he didn't look anxious.

"Of course I'm injured, otherwise how can I try to test the 'male sheep'? I can't even move a finger right now. ”

"That"

Hearing Wu Jian admit his serious injury, Erica became anxious. But Wu Jian interrupted her and asked a question instead.

"Is physical death really death?"

"Isn't that a matter of course? Don't be kidding! Erica yelled.

"In the eyes of mortals, this is indeed the case, but now I can understand that those gods in the Saint Seiya can be so strong with any change of body."

"I don't know what you're talking about!?"

Erica shook her head helplessly, and suddenly felt a powerful aura approaching. Suddenly looking back, Mercato was standing outside the pit, a huge figure blocking out the sunlight and enveloping Erica's heart.

"Mercato !!"

Erica Jiao drank, although she had already known that the Dao would be like this, but when it came, it made people feel a trace of despair, no, there was no despair. Wu Jian must have some intention of doing this, as long as he can hold off Mercato-Erica was vindictive, revealing a resolute look.

"Nice looks, but you don't deserve to stand in front of my Mercato, back down for me."

“”

In the face of Mercato's fierce momentum, Erica did not speak, or could not speak. If she hadn't been lying on Wu Jian's body now but standing, I'm afraid she would have fallen backwards and fallen to the ground by now.

"Mercato, you're too late, aren't you, am I scared even like this?"

Wu Jian laughed at Mercato, and Erica also felt a sense of relief.

"Ah, I was scared. Because you're not that easy to get your hands on, and you don't look like you're hurt! ”

Mercato replied calmly, and then under his sharp voice, he turned into a substantial momentum and attacked Wu Jian.

"Hehe, good intuition. I did this on purpose, and because of that, I was able to do my best. Of course, it's inconvenient to be unable to move. But with you, there's not even a 1 in 10,000 chance of doing it. ”

“”

Mercato glared at Wu Jian angrily, but he couldn't figure out what Wu Jian's situation was going on for a while, it was really a conflict between intuition and judgment.

"Humph! Either way, I'm going to fight you to the death. Since you've put yourself in such a situation, don't blame me for being rude. ”

Mercato moved, but he only shook a little.

“！？”

Mercato moved and stopped, which scared Erica into a cold sweat, but how could Mercato not be in a cold sweat?

"What's wrong? I really can't move now. ”

"Huh~~~ The injured tiger is really difficult."

Sensing something, Mercato didn't dare to act rashly, but he couldn't be reconciled.

Although it is true that Wu Jian's strength has not been damaged, it is also more difficult for him to heal because he has to do it deliberately. However, he was not in a hurry at all, even if there was a strong enemy who could allow him to fight with all his strength.

(Is this the ninth sense?) The body and soul are constantly changing, so it's no wonder that the highest level of the main god is the ninth sense, which is probably the most powerful "sense". Oh, I finally understand, why did Athena dare to stab herself in the most holy war to go to the underworld. If it weren't for the fact that you weren't familiar with the ninth sense, you wouldn't need to go through such trouble to test your powers. ）

Wu Jian can be resurrected at any time, but whether it is the ninth sense or power, Wu Jian has just entered a certain state, which also makes him a little reluctant to come out of this state.

However, he is in a hurry to break the two of them? Mercato could attack at any time, and although Erica still couldn't figure out what Wu Jian was doing, she judged that she couldn't disturb Wu Jian.

Erica made up her mind and stood up. The red dress soaked in Wu Jian's pool of blood was even more bright red, and the skirt that was full of blood was not hindered at all, and it was awe-inspiring in front of Wu Jian.

"King, Erica Brandry asks for a fight!"

Looking at Erica, who was stained with his own blood, Wu Jian narrowed his eyes. After a while, Wu Jian nodded and said, "Okay, but you have to remember - I'm right behind you." ”

Erica turned her face sideways, nodded, and then faced Mercato.

"The Lion of Steel and the Ancestor Lionheart, Listen to the oath of the knight Erica Brandry, I am the heir of the Horned Flute, the descendant of the black samurai, my heart will not give in, and my sword will never break. The essence of the struggle is now in my hands, O Lionheart, and the time for the duel has come, Reinhardt! ”

Erica followed gravity and hung down the sword, and Wu Jian's blood that penetrated from the sleeve dripped down his arm and along the body of the sword.

"Mercato, I am the great godkiller - Erica Brandry, the knight of Wu Jian. Here, with the sword in my hand, I swear that I will never let you touch a cold hair of my master until I die! ”

Erica slashed forward, and Wu Jian's blood followed the tip of the sword, drawing a line of blood in front of Mercato.

"Hmph, mantis arm blocking the car."

Mercato said word for word, but Erica wouldn't give him a chance to strike first.

"Argus, Stropes, Brontes, grant my sword the protection of thunder!"

"Fly, Hermes boots!"

Erica quickly uttered two incantations. One sent a flash of lightning on Erica's body, while the other spawned a pair of winged boots at her feet.

A flash of lightning flashed, and Erica's sword slashed across Mercato's face. Mercato, however, flashed slightly.

Mercato glanced at it and saw that Erica didn't stop, but pulled away from it.

"O St. George! Bet on your honorable name, and now I will crusade against the dragon in front of me! ”

Erica turned in the air as she chanted the incantation, the sword in her hand swapped for a spear.

"The crimson wedge of the cross, tearing the dragon scales and digging out the guts. O martyred knight, I beseech that I be awarded the Order of the Warrior of the Body! ”

While the spear was thrown, Erica was still chanting the incantation. With the spell, the spear that was thrown turned into a lion.