For some reason, they knew that if Lovian was defeated here, then true despair would come.

The blade of the sword falls - terminates.

A card sits between him and the Blood Moon Venerable, with an ancient seal script on the back and a dark gray rectangle with irregular edges on the front of his sword.

The two collided with each other, and there was no sound. At most, it's just the tiny notes of the air being swept away.

"Secret card?—— phantom?!"

"Since you know my existence, then you still have to make such a childish trick as fighting on an equal footing, isn't it just waiting for me to go and interrupt your inner pursuit and fanaticism at the most critical moment, so that I can get the pleasure of this plucked fate?"

Another golden streak shone in the air, and the outline of the second card gradually became clear. The clean front has four straight lines that draw two congruent triangles at the top, and the enclosed area is dotted with a few black dots in a childish style, as if it were an hourglass that is falling downwards with grains of sand.

"Time Secret Card !——"

The ubiquitous but playful voice of the young man still echoed around, and Luo Wei'an fell freely fifty meters in a strong concussion and vertigo before he came to his senses and used his wings to withstand the gradually accelerating fall in time. He barely bred himself together and sorted out the current situation. The apparition appears, and his goal is to prevent Ben Leon from killing Lovian.

Although he was once an enemy, now he stepped forward to save himself - this has never been an unpredictable and powerful opponent, and he is unwilling to try to figure out his thoughts, which only adds to his troubles.

But judging by the fact that he blocked Ben Leon's attack with a card, his strength was still as he had guessed in the past. Second to none in the rebels, it is on a par with Fried Modist, Mercedes, the golden cherry blossom king in his heyday.

And such strength. It means that he has surpassed Ben Léon in his heyday. And at this moment, Ben Leon is no longer able to use all his strength, and the strength of the phantom does not regress at all-

The cards under the blade of the sword slowly floated back into the air. Dressed in a gorgeous costume, the phantom whose facial features are forever hidden under the brim of the bird's beak stretches out his hands and pinched the "Metal Secret Card" and "Time Secret Card".

A clear notch appeared on the metal card, the mark left by Ben Leon's blow.

Instantly, in a silent smile, the phantom suddenly raised his right hand holding the time secret card, and a faint mist covered the entire battlefield in an instant.

The pressure in front of the Earth Templars, who were almost all wounded, suddenly relaxed, and the petrified warriors standing in front of them suddenly slowed down in their hands. Then stop. The thin mist that seemed to be unadulterated by any power around them was the root of this strange scene, and in an instant, they were even more amazed that something inexplicable had happened. The heavily armored knights and shield-wielding servants who had stopped fighting actually floated out of the air one after another, flying towards the spatial passage that had been reopened.

The principle of this flight is also strange, not propelled by some element, but each unit is surging upwards with the elemental factors around him.

Thousands of broken and intact soldiers floated into the sky and disappeared one after another in the reverse motion of snowflakes. The Phantom held a gem-encrusted staff in his left hand, pointing in a direction that never deviated from any trembling, still holding Ben Leon below the greatsword.

Finally, every Southland soldier returned to the space they deserved. Under the effect of the reverse flow of time through the time secret card, these thoughtless warriors who traveled through the spatial passage returned to where they once belonged. The spatial passage slowly closed, and the sky after the rain became extremely real because of the loss of the spatial crease. The blood-stained Earth Knights fell to their knees, praying to the Lord of the Earth for forgiveness for their foolishness and repentance for their mistakes a moment ago.

Subsequently. They stood around the body of Ulysses II, with their hands on their hearts and whispering songs for the rest of the dead.

Air. The time card in front of the phantom's hand let out a low wail, then shattered into a meaningless mist that drifted away in the wind.

"You ......"

"Time Secret Cards aren't cards that I refined myself. Of course, it's just a one-time consumable. His eyes under the brim of his hat were fixed on where the cards had disappeared, and his tone was a little lost in his teasing. "Actually, it's just the trophy of my past victory over Akayl...... There were only two of them, the first one was used in that battle, and the second one was here. You can trust me once this time, it's the truth. I rarely make such a promise. ”

The blade of the sword in Ben Leon's hand was already pointed at him, and when it came to Lovien and Phantom, he certainly knew who was the most dangerous enemy.

The phantom watched the spatial passage disappear completely, and he exhaled lightly, lowered his cane, and then looked down at Lovian, who was hanging beneath them.

"It's curious, I didn't expect this generation's ...... That's what it looks like. ”

After saying these words that made Lovian wonder why, he turned his gaze to Ben Leon again, "Can we start now? The battle between you and me is exactly the same as the battle just now...... Now that I've finally seized this opportunity, I'm not going to hesitate to stain my cane with blood again?"

Again—a battle to the death?

Luo Weian stared blankly at the battle that was about to break out in mid-air, if the battle just now was a battle in which Ben Leon gave up his fifth-level strength to be equal to himself, then what was happening now was a real battle with all his might. Although the phantom is powerful, he must not be sure.

Later legends and Mercedes accounts have confirmed that even in the battle that sealed it in the Dark Mage's ashram, the Phantom never used all his strength. If this is the case, then the phantom's personal strength is probably already high to a height that he can't imagine. But if that is the case, why has he never defeated them with impunity in the past frontal battles?

"Alright, the show is over. ”

The murderous aura of the phantom mixed with the gorgeous petals of light swept away, and he turned his back to Leon completely nonchalantly, staring away somewhere in the west with a voidish gaze. Then step in the air with boots embellished with jewels.

The space shattered, like the crisp sound of a silver mirror splashing when it landed.

With the stripping of spatial artifacts. A small but extravagant golden silhouette gradually became clear from the distorted refraction of space.

The white jade surface is smooth and vivid, and the gold thread and green jade have become the most common carvings on the hull. It really makes the elegance of luxury but not vulgarity. It is not the broadside, mast and raft that adorns it with countless treasures, but the beauty of the hull itself and the rosewood of the Lyne gold thread used for its main body. The precious mahogany denominated in kilograms turned out to be the body of this ship, and this gorgeous flying ship really reflected the phantom's gorgeous appearance and style.

"Welcome to my Krystalgweden – Crystal Garden. He stood at the bow of the ship and stretched out his arms leisurely towards the western space, "Sheila, surely a woman like you, who sleeps with death and corpses, will be attracted by this gorgeous scene? What a waste of what a waste I just made you come forward on the pretext of killing Leon!"

Lovian has landed on the ground, and in his current condition, it is better to get as far away from the battle circle in the air as possible.

Sheila ...... It seems that she is still loyal to the black magician. ”

This is another heavy issue - Sheila Oresa, perhaps the only Terran Legion Leader among his past comrades-in-arms who has a slight connection of "friendship" with him and other Demon Legion Leaders. Now, the way is different, and their path will surely get farther and farther in the future.

The ground squirmed.

"Wriggling" - this word is the least descriptive because it is in the wilderness to the west. The scattered and muddy loess grassland suddenly liquefied and surged and tumbled, and within a moment, there was an unbearable stench coming with the wind.

Wisps of gray poured out of the liquefied earth, the filthy elements of death. Bursts of negativity poured out of my heart inexplicably. Everyone on the ground immediately guarded their hearts, so that the escape of this spiritual power did not destroy their sanity.

Soon, the muddy ochre-black ground was covered with a layer of white gravel. Look at it from afar. The stones seemed to tremble on the tumbling ground, but as they slowly supported their slender and fragile leg bones to their feet. Only then did they realize that they were actually hundreds of thousands of skeletons in tattered armor.

Although this skeleton can be dealt with even by simple soldiers, it is faced with the countless skeleton soldiers of the sea and the fear of death. Even the strongest legions could hardly achieve a victory with few casualties against these legions who did not eat, drink, or fatigue for days in front of their own enemies dozens of times over.

What's more, in the sea of dry bones, it's not just ordinary skeleton soldiers wearing tattered armor and holding rusty dark knives. There are also many elite necromantic warriors who are taller and burlier and wrapped in impenetrable heavy armor, and their strength, combined with their equally large numbers, is enough to make any ordinary army fearful.

The owner of the Sea of the Dead, on the other hand, is full of pure life temperament. With her wavy red hair and tight leather robes that exposed her seduction, the uncanny charm of the Necromantic Monarch was as intoxicating and uncontrollable as her prowess.

Purple-black flames lingered like snakes on her black-iron-colored staff, and when there was enough space for her to unleash her power arrogantly, Sheila naturally would not choose the collision of pure fifth-level power.

"That's not the best idea, Phantom. Sheila smiled lightly, "Counting the strength of me and Leon, even if I am as strong as you, I can't escape today's death, right?"

"Wouldn't it be even more stupid for me to do this? Even if you sacrifice two Origin Secret Cards to kill Leon here, you won't have time to come to the rescue, right?" The Phantom stood between the two fifth-level powerhouses without fear, and the luxurious and bright crystal garden below him released a gorgeous light element, sweeping away the surrounding undead elements again and again.

"Looks like you've got your hole cards. Sheila's face turned cold, and the staff in her hand slowly raised. Ben Leon, who had not said a word, was also standing on the other side of the bow, his sword pointing at the back of the phantom.

"I'm afraid you have a way to keep me here. The phantom's voice still seemed to be mocking and mocking, but in the particles of time that had just passed, the phantoms of dozens of cards flashed around him, and the tip of the staff flashed a colorful auroral trail.

Sheila sneered, and threw the staff in her hand into the void, her white and slender fingers casually folded together. Then Wen Yan said into the air beside him:

"Erzai, you can come out and judge the situation. ”

And anyone?!

Lovean was taken aback. If there really is a third fifth-level powerhouse, who could it be? What does Sheila mean when she calls "Erza"?

Apparently this is not a title for a corps commander. But there is no doubt that the hidden powerhouse has at least the same strength as theirs. And the peculiar title, could it be that after the black mage was sealed, the dark army evolved a monster again?

It was just a simple sentence, but it tore a thin crack in the deep darkness behind the world, and the darkness that gushed out has suffocated the drunken to the light.

"It can't be...... The Dark Mage has—"

"What a pity, Lord Brady Mun. Sheila's voice sounded abruptly in his head, and Sheila in mid-air was still looking at the void around her wholeheartedly, "You don't call your master 'Master Mentor' anymore...... It's a pity – but I don't have a choice, do I?"

Lovian didn't mentally construct a reply in his head. He knew Sheila could hear it, but what he wanted was a self that was no longer relevant to the past. While hatred gives strength to people, it also destroys hope for the future.

There was no reaction in the air, and Sheila's smiling expression slowly stiffened, and just as her temperament showed a look of anger and depravity, her expression suddenly froze.

She had clearly heard something in her head, just like Lovian.

"Why......" She grabbed her staff from the air again, her expression a little paranoid, "Why are you, who are ordained by God, also be interfered with by this mundane world!!"

The phantom hung his hands. He looked coldly at Sheila, who was not far away, as if a vulgar and boring comedy had ended hastily in front of him, neither amusing him nor bored.

"You ...... It's too weak. Leon. You're an opponent who can only make me look at me on a few occasions...... Sheila, maybe before, but this time. If you don't run, I'm 90% sure I'll kill you. Rarely have I had a grudge with someone as long as you have - and that's it. Strange thieves' quirks, right?"

The space behind Leon trembled for a moment, and the blade of the sword burning with extremely hot flames was already on the back of his neck. But the phantom confirmed his name. Ben Leon's lava fighting aura only melted a patch of air, and then blew away the illusory shadows.

He seemed to disappear like this, but the two fifth-level powerhouses present tightened their nerves, carefully feeling the slightest ripple trace in the space.

Then, almost at the same time, the unpretentious blows of the two fifth-level powerhouses blasted out again. The head of Sheila's long staff instantly turned from a condensed necromancy element into a blue-purple crystal blade, and Ben Leon swung his sword again, and the two of them slashed together into an empty void.

The phantom leaped out of the ripples of space with ease, and in the rapid leap, a long phantom trailed behind him, and the distorted space scattered the light into several ordinary primary colors, which became strange and dreamlike against the blue background of the sky.

A pair of barely visible gray wings connected to the Phantom's back, carrying him like a fish through the cracks of space.

The other two fifth-level powerhouses also jumped again and again with the help of the power of space, and Ben Leon couldn't hold on to the continuous space jumps because he had already consumed too much strength, and he would only concentrate on swinging a sword when the phantom appeared beside him. And Sheila's attack completely penetrated the surface of the attack, when the outside world looked at it, every time Sheila raised her staff, every time Leon slashed with her heavy sword, the end of the weapon disappeared strangely, and only when they withdrew it, they could see that the energy radiating extremely hot elemental fluctuations dyed the surrounding space with a faint layer of darkness and red.

"Wings?" Luo Weian stood on the ground, the sky above him like a three-person person who disappeared and kept beating, so he shouldn't have noticed the details, but the faint demonic aura released by the phantom when he jumped with all his strength was extremely sensitive, "This is ...... Orka's Winged Demon Blood?!"

"Obey the original intention of the Lord of life, the dependence of all things, and call the people to live with order and law. Order Secret Card, Now. ”

The cool voice of the phantom that danced in the space floated down, and as his words ended, a dull card appeared in his hand. On the card, there is only one equilateral triangle drawn with just three strokes.

"Obey the theorem of the Lord of life, the reincarnation of all things, and call to continue life through cycles. Cycle Secret Card, Now. ”

The second voice fell, and Sheila, who was chasing after the phantom, had a gloomy and solemn expression, and her speed increased a few points again. And Ben Leon was already unable to keep up with the two of them jumping too fast, his forehead was already sweating, and he appeared on the side of the two of them as much as he could with his heavy sword at ordinary speed.

The second secret card appeared, and the aura of the phantom was unexpectedly weak, and it seemed that summoning his origin secret card also put him under heavy pressure. But this did not affect his speed in the slightest, and the winged demon wings behind him became more and more condensed, and Sheila gritted her teeth and chased after him, and the distance between the two became shorter and shorter.

"Obey the original meaning of the Lord of life, the equality of all things, and call to balance to determine the common life. Balance Secret Card, Now!"

The phantom gritted his teeth and said angrily, and the third secret card finally appeared. It was an equally dull card, with a small scale depicted on top of the card in crude handwriting.

"This, this —— can't !—— two!!"

"I'm sorry. I can't help you. ”

A hoarse female voice rang out in the void, and it turned into absolute silence. Sheila screamed in horror as if she had been defeated by the enemy, and she stepped far away from the waves of space and wanted to escape.

Lovian didn't feel any fluctuations in power, but he was surprised to find that the 100,000 undead legions that were gathering momentum under Sheila had silently turned into smoke and seeped into the ground and disappeared. The death element, like an element that only the elemental creation can produce, was transformed into golden-green life element particles, and fell into the ochre-black soil one after another.

Whether it is the most ordinary skeleton soldier or a powerful elite undead warrior, in less than ten seconds, it has already turned into a rich life element in the soil. The pale gray grassland has been pouring out a layer of tender green and bright sprouts almost instantaneously, and this sea of green is spreading out to the surroundings at a speed that they can discern with the naked eye.

The breath of life also swept away the pain in their hearts, and Kelly, who was crying bitterly on the body of Ulysses, also wiped away her tears and looked at the green wilderness in amazement.

"Y-what are you? How can you have the breath of the Throne of Life??!!"

"The Throne of Life?" "With Lovian's concentration, he couldn't stop clenching his fists, "He can summon the miracle of the Lord of Life?"

The anti-life necromantic elemental and death elemental should be silenced in the Dead Sea, not controlled by the life of Sheila, whose origin is the life element. This is the conflict and contempt of the Creator at the root of life, and the necromancer is undoubtedly defying the world's condemnation in the realm of life.

The wings of the Winged Demon behind the phantom have solidified to the point of being almost physical, and behind the ornate cape and formal attire, the details of each feather are exquisitely revealed. Graceful black and silver wings spread out in the wind, holding its owner in the air.

The Phantom breathed hard and deeply, clasping his hands to his chest. The three cards were missing at some point, and in their place was a red maple leaf no larger than the size of his palm.

"Red Maple Leaf?"

"Red Maple Leaf!"

"Red Maple ......"

Almost everyone present let out a blank exclamation.

Red maple – the most sacred tree in Osiria. The reason is very simple, the root of life, the ontology of the World Tree, the ancestor of all things, is a red maple tree.

And just a leaf, the escaping life energy is enough to violate the laws of elemental physics and directly turn it into a life element, which has already proved the owner of this maple leaf.

"You don't have to resist, Sheila. The Phantom gasped and sneered, "What else do you have to say, in fact, the essence of the blasphemous things you have done in the past is nothing more than to escape the divine punishment that may come from the Lord of Life. You're just a wretched creature struggling with fate, and I have compassion on you, Believerless. ”

Immediately, the phantom gently gazed at the intoxicatingly red small maple leaf in her hand, deeply engraved the lines on each of her leaves and the position of the leaf veins, and then held it in front of her hands, letting the red maple leaf float towards Sheila in the wind. (To be continued......)