"You're the most formidable opponent I've ever faced, Ketaroran, and today's fight is the worst I've ever experienced in my Punk-Sean's life, but even though my soul is scarred, victory is still in my hands, and you...... You stupid construct is destined to die under the cutting of a sharp blade"!

The grim cold gaze suddenly ignited the dark golden eyes, since he had decided to fight hard, he naturally didn't need to hesitate more, clenching the broken short knife and the other long blade that cracked, the spellcaster who was hovering on the verge of death for the first time did not have any fear emotion, at this moment, there was only his own enemy in his pupils!

"The sword will tear you to pieces!

"Boom"!

Turning into a twinkling star, turning into a burst of light, and rushing straight towards the Empress of Composition who had lost one of her arms, the punk looked as if it was still at its peak without the slightest fatigue and lack of sobriety, the medicinal effect of "Norram Si's Agile Thinking" made his mind more ethereal than ever, and the sore spot of the soul cracking was nothing to mention for the unfathomable "Whispers of Destruction" of willpower!

"Arrogant mage, you're just talking about it!"

The loud sound of metal grinding and colliding was deafening, and the Empress of Structuring didn't have the slightest idea of showing weakness in response to the threat of "Whispers of Destruction", and the punk was working hard, so why wasn't she? At the same moment, the armor of the Divine Kingdom on her body seemed to burn, and the bright white fire made the Empress of Formation as majestic and cold as a raging Valkyrie, and at the same time, the scythe wielding in her right hand slashed through the shackles of time with an astonishing speed.

Yes, this battle has reached its final moment, those who win can gain everything, and those who lose can only be wiped out, in order to be able to defeat two powerful enemies that should not be underestimated, the Empress of Fabrication has been constantly burning her carefully modified body with an unknown amount of energy and time.

All in order to defeat the enemy who is rushing towards his weakness!

"Ahhhh

"Whew!"

It was too fast, it was really too fast, the Empress of Fabrication, who had burst her full potential, almost swung the scythe in her hand to an astonishing degree of nearly a thousand times the speed of light, and the sweeping blade was almost like a laser slicing through the stars, instantaneous and silent, in fact, there was no time for the punk to react urgently to turn and dodge, and the fiery scythe slashed at the caster's head with an extremely precise gesture.

If there is no accident, the "Whisper of Destruction" who cannot use the "Mind Replacement" again will definitely not be able to dodge this attack, after all, after the last attack, the parts of the alchemy armor on his body have begun to creak, and the speed of Ketarolan's explosion at this moment has greatly exceeded everyone's expectations, and now it is simply a fool's dream to expect the caster who is still moving at extreme speed to make too flexible evasion moves.

In practice............ however There's never a "lore" in real combat, is there?

"Ora Oula, Ora Ora ~ Ketaroran, don't you take the handsome, handsome and suave Uncle Ben in your eyes?"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom"!

The Knight of the Radiant Moon in battle is worthy of being the most reliable type of teammate, and this guy may have to brag about himself while unleashing an attack even at such a time, but the armor is shattered, and the "Instant Kill Gun", which is completely soaked in blood, has not lost its combat ability.

Maybe the strange flames on his body have long since dissipated after being hit by the Empress of Disguise, maybe the Radiant Moon Knight, who was blasted off half of his head, is not only embarrassed but also completely lost the ability to use his fighting energy, maybe he can't even stand up with his support for the wall now, but he can still utter all kinds of bells and whistles with the only half of his mouth left, and he can still smash the only four fireballs in his hand at his enemies in one go!

That's right, it's just to smash four in one go, and there's no need to be thrifty and there's no reason to be thrifty, and with the mad knight's hysterical roar, the four pitch-black fireballs that looked like some kind of living creature swelled and squirmed without pause and flew towards Petaloland's scythe.

It was clear that the "Instant Kill Gun" had accurately predicted when the punk drank the last potion and rushed towards the enemy, so his fireball was shot a little earlier than Ketaroran's scythe dance, and the moment the piercing blade was about to slice into the caster, the four twisted firespheres bombarded right in the center of the blade of the Swift Blade.

And at this moment, the Empress of Fabrication's attack had just pierced through the skull of the Radiant Moon Mage............

"NOP"!!

The piercing scream turned into a terrifying shockwave that shook the debris of space, but there was no doubt that this time the "final charge" had succeeded, and the cry of dying was powerless.

Although the bright red blood evaporated in the hot space as soon as the wound flowed out, the "Whisper of Destruction", which only had one right eye cut open, was not hurt again- After all, Kertaroran's blade could not withstand the bombardment of four chaotic fireballs at the same time, it deviated from the established killing track, and also deviated from Petaloran's last chance to kill a strong enemy, and finally under the angry and frightened gaze of this ancient sunburst structure, the punk whose body was cut vertically did not stop his steps at all, he directly opened the last full power energy output of the alchemy armor, and then threw the broken knife in his hand at Kertaroran's abdominal wound with great determination and precision.

"Ding"!

This was the crisp sound of the desperate Empress of Fabrication when she finally tried to use her abdominal arthropher to intercept the attack, but unfortunately, the arthropods designed to grasp the pipes were not only slow but also short and stiff, even the arthropod closest to the wound could not stop the shimmering light and cold light as fast as the wind, and after being scratched a shallow trace, the broken knife that was burned to the point of distortion by the armor of the Divine Kingdom was still the energy core of Ketaroran that hit accurately, and then instantly tore more than a dozen energy runes on it.

At this point, the big picture has been decided............

"You must not know that I, a half-elf mage, still have two ranger levels, whether it is archery or throwing darts, even if I don't have soul perception as an aid, I will never miss."

While sarcastically sarcastic at the enemy, he pulled his tugging entrails from his belly opening and threw them away, and the panting caster tried to remove the completely dull shattered armor and retreated as best he could.