Frankly, the Glory has received too many surprises in the lower districts...... Or frightened.

Not to mention the rumored high-level demons that rival the great sword-wielding ones, sprung up one after another like mushrooms after rain, just the dark traveler Ignati who traveled through the deep night and the dice house who seemed to know everything and could intervene in everything were enough to make him realize the vastness of the world.

And now, the cards that Dick had unveiled still shocked him.

Is it a Descendant of Glory born with glory or a sword-wielder implanted with stigmata implants, or a High Demon disguised as a human, or a "Scourge Incarnate" similar to the rumors of the Upper Regions that require multiple Glory Bearers and sword-wielders to match? Amy Ulysses does not know the nature of the Apostle of Dice House, but this does not prevent him from making a rough assessment of the abilities displayed by the beautiful boy.

It is a "spirit of speech", or some kind of ability similar to "spirit of speech".

Of course, it is not excluded that the confinement ability that can control all power-driven armor in a short period of time is disguised as a spirit of speech to confuse the public by using air pressure control.

It's just that there's too little information to be obtained right now, and it's not the time to explore the nature of the opponent's abilities - Amy Ulysses has never forgotten that the power-driven armor of the Lost House is still on the sidelines.

"Dick," the Glory One looked at the blonde boy who was struggling to persevere, and judging from his expression and the beads of sweat on his forehead, he was carrying a considerable load, and the situation was not optimistic, "how long can I hold on?"

The apostle of the dice house did not answer, but simply shook his head and held out three fingers.

- If it's three seconds, there's no need to force it.

That is, thirty breaths, or three minutes? Of course, thirty minutes would be better, but it's still early in the morning, so it's better not to daydream.

Amy thought, silently took a deep breath, put the girl off her back, pulled out her two-handed greatsword behind her back, and flipped it casually, feeling the heavy weight.

Then, in the next moment, the tattered black trench coat had spread like the wings of a swift, and the whistling wind had been easily thrown behind him—since he couldn't be sure whether it was thirty breaths or three minutes, all he could do now was make the most of the little time that passed through his fingers.

The boy began to gallop.

He was half a head taller than Mia, almost as tall as the sword-wielder, and a two-handed greatsword was just as big for him, but luckily, perhaps thanks to the fighting instinct that every male was born with, he was much more compatible with this heavy weapon than he had ever thought, and there was not even the slightest sense of sluggishness in his movement, it was smooth as if it were an extension of an arm, and it was as natural as if it were a part of his body.

Horizontal slash, vertical slash -

In just a few seconds, like chopping melons and vegetables, the Glory One slashed down several power-driven armors in succession.

The Order's silver-white cross sword is indeed a good thing, the quality is not inferior to the ancient weapons circulating on the market, and the weight is just right, neither will it affect the swing because it is too heavy, nor will it lose the chopping ability that heavy weapons should have because it is too light, and the effect of dealing with this group of steel bumps is more than a grade better than that of the short sword dark blood, if it weren't for the need to deliberately avoid the location of the power furnace when he started, maybe his cleaning speed would be a few points faster than now.

That's right, Amy was pretty sure that the hump-like power furnace behind the steel monsters wasn't their weak point, or even the opposite, it was the most powerful weapon they could carry - once it was detonated, it would have an effective kill radius of up to fifteen meters, and all that could be done within fifteen meters would end up with nothing but unrecognizable metal wreckage and a terrifying hemispherical crater on the ground.

The reason why steam power gradually withdrew from the stage of history after the end of the pre-ancient kings is that the erosion of darkness and chaos has penetrated into the law plane, and the objective laws that are well known to mankind have undergone a rather subtle distortion, and the steam engine has become extremely violent and unstable, and even the slightest accident may cause a tragic tragedy - although it has improved a lot under hundreds of years of improvement compared to the beginning of the darkness, its unstable and violent nature is still the same - In other words, if you are not careful, you will trigger a suicide explosion when you fight it, involving all friends and foes around you, giving equal destruction.

What a terrible design!

Amy Ulysses expressed intense indignation at this anti-human design.

- As to why he knew so clearly, the Honorable refused to answer the question.

After all...... The feeling of being alive and being vaporized is not pleasant at all.

It's one of the worst ways a teenager has ever died, well, don't ask what the other ones are.

Shaking her head to put the bad thoughts out of her mind for a while, Amy continued to slaughter the bound power-driven armor, and counted the time in her mind as she swung her greatsword.

Thirty seconds had passed, and only a handful of the original twenty or so pieces of steel armor remained, and the Apostles of the Dice House were still keeping their restraints on them—what sounded like a foregone conclusion, but it was actually ...... Big, wrong, special, wrong!

True, the initial wave of enemies had been largely crippled, but their resistance was pointless in the face of an enemy who had already made the most of their home field advantage - in the time of those dozens of breaths, another batch of power-driven armor arrived on the battlefield and completed the warm-up.

Not much, only twelve or thirteen, not yet invincible.

But the question is...... The enemy's reinforcements are far from over!

Damn it!

The Glorious One has experienced how weak and powerless the individual power is in the face of the collective power.

But so what? After all, you have to fight.

If you really can't do it, you can only break the seal of dark blood.

Amy Ulysses is not without consciousness, it's just that he doesn't want his consciousness to be so cheap, the sword of light and flame that the ancestors used to cut through the dark chaos does have a mysterious power beyond the limits of human cognition, but the young man knows very well that this power does not belong to him, it is only the power borrowed by the blood of the ancestors in his body, if he just blindly relies on it, he will only become a slave of power and lose the potential for growth.

But the current situation seems to have reached the moment when he must uncover the hole cards, so he can't continue to hesitate.

Dodging the Iron Giants' slashes, the Glory One will have a difficult choice to make—if nothing happens, the Glory One will abandon the hesitation and hesitation in his heart after about three to five breaths, and whisper the key to unlocking, awakening the Sword of Light that has been rusted over time.

But at this time, the unexpected happened.

Surrounded by power-driven armor, the boy fought back sharply, cutting one of the steel giants in half, and the pilot in it was cut off by the waist - but no blood rushed out, and all Amy Ulysses saw was a shocking flame.

A living life just vanished.

No, perhaps the word living should not have been used on "it" in the first place.

The Glory Ones saw with their own eyes that the warriors in the power-driven armor were killed and turned into a ball of flame, the same flame that sent them into Obadiah's body.

Notice that it was turned into flames, not consumed by flames.

The boy was incredibly convinced of this.

That is, from the very beginning, their enemy was not the House of the Lost, but only Obadiah.

Demon of Fire, Obadiah.

Now that the enemy's body is determined, the next thing to determine is our hole cards.

Amy Ulysses dodged the trampling of giants like a little mouse, and although it was not embarrassing, the process was absolutely thrilling - even so, he was not idle, and divided a small part of his spirit to open his throat and start a conversation with the beautiful boy outside the battlefield.

"Dick, answer me. His voice was intermittent with the roar of earth and steel, and it was clear that the chaotic situation was not suitable for shouting, "Is your ability a spirit of words?"

Without waiting for an answer from the apostle in the dice house, he continued to shout: "Attention, this is important!"

"No," replied the beautiful blond-haired and blue-eyed boy after a short pause, "not in the usual sense of the word, but in a categorical order similar to it." ”

"So, tell me. It took a while for Amy to spare a little energy for a second round of questioning, which of course included the accompaniment of fire and explosions, "What are the limiting factors of your abilities, quantity, title, or both?" ”

" is the subject of the action, with the number of objects constrained. The apostle of the dice house seemed to have guessed the Glory's intentions, and his reply was quite precise, "Of course, there are other restrictive factors, such as the fact that only one command can be used at a time, and any word I say while the order is in effect will be regarded as a terminator to end the order. ”

"Very well," cried Amy Ulysses, "and then can you give orders to Obadia?"

"I need to catch it with my eyes, and if I give instructions to abstract bodies like walls and floor tiles around us, the utility of my abilities will be very low. Dick shook his head, "And, even if Obadiah were to submit to me, we would still have to face this group of steel monsters—as the lord of the demons who conquered Obadiah, Ignati still has authority over Obadiah. ”

"Don't worry about it for now," the situation of the Glory Ones became even worse as another batch of power-driven armor joined the battle, "Anyway, listen to me - all these iron bumps in front of me are Obadiah's clones, and it may be possible to use them as a basis to give an absolute order to Obadiah." ”

It was a little later, and the boy's "Please" came from the sound of the explosion.

"Ah, I'm pleased, there's really no way. The clues had all been sorted out, and the apostle of the dice house eased his tense mood, and then looked at the power-driven armor not far away with his big eyes as clear as emeralds, and issued an "absolute order" in a low and gentle voice.

"Obadiah, surrender to me!"

The invisible sound waves dispersed, and time seemed to stand still at this moment, and all the Iron Giants stopped what they were doing as if they had pressed the pause button, and then—

Kneel in unison.

"Hats off to you, my master. ”

The sound of metalization came from each power-driven armor, and directly in front of them, a slightly small beautiful boy looked at them with a condescending gaze and nodded slightly.

At this point, the crisis was resolved.

At this point, the victory is reversed.