It was entirely up to the two of them to work together perfectly, and although it was uncertain whether it would work, the odds of success were usually high for Marcos when he came up with a solution, and it was the only thing that Maffeo knew that he could be 100% sure of, because he always trusted each other. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Marcos!" Maffeo clenched his left hand into a fist and slammed it forward. While it may seem like the range of the attack is only a fan in front of him, Maffeo's fist is actually just a flashpoint. All the blood qi spread out through his ghost hands, and in order to give Marcos enough time to try to merge the other ghosts and gods, the blood energy impact was not as lethal as he imagined.

In fact, the blood qi impact only had a certain impact on the surrounding guards, but it did not cause substantial damage to them. The moment Maffeo was alerted, Marcos began to whisper some characters, and the cold gradually descended on the area with the speed of his spell.

The guards seemed to sense that something was wrong, so they tried to stop Marcos, after all, no one would want to face the ghosts, even if they had magical shields, and they didn't want to take any risks. But Maffeo would not turn a blind eye, he raised his ghost hand and first summoned Kazan of the Sword Soul. As an easy way to improve his strength, he learned a certain amount of experience from Marcos about the ghost and god formations.

And with the blessing of power, everything seems to be a little easier. Maffeo was able to block the attacks of some guys with his not too outstanding swordsmanship, but he was a person after all, and there would always be flaws in the face of attacks coming from all directions, so he was left with a few minor wounds on his body, which were unavoidable. Saya's figure had already appeared beside Marcos, and he didn't choose to summon it in the form of a formation, he was trying to merge it into the blood that was about to dissipate.

After jumping backwards to dodge a shoulder strike from one of the guards, Maffeo leaped to his feet and slammed his greatsword into their heads. The power of the Avalanche Strike was undeniable, and he managed to shatter one of the guards' magical shields with this blow, but the magicians immediately put new shields on him, much to Maffeo's annoyance. The Blood Splash Attack from the Mountain Collapse Strike didn't work as well on them as they had imagined, and they were almost able to stop the raging Blood Qi with the weapons in their hands alone.

When Maffeo turned his gaze to Marcos again, the other party had completely summoned Saya. It hovered around the area, looking for prey. Invisibly, the cold had melted into the blood released by Maffeo. This makes the aura of this area extremely disordered, and this conflict between different things always causes some reaction.

The faces of the magicians of the Imperial Army began to turn pale, most of them had studied ghosts and gods, but this was beyond their comprehension, after all, even Maffeo and Marcos did not know what was going to happen, and they could only watch the already chaotic air vigilantly.

"Now!" Marcos reminded loudly.

Maffeo swung his greatsword and swept the slowly diffusing blood qi around, he didn't know if Saya had actually merged into the blood, the only thing he could do now was to follow Marcos's instructions. The effect of the shock wave generated by the swing of the greatsword increased the speed of its own diffusion, but it seemed that they themselves were reacting in a similar way to each other.

Marcos watched nervously as the blood spread, and the guards had nowhere to hide in such a crowded situation. And the magicians, in order to be safe, put a new layer of magic shield on the guards again. However, this small one exposed their weaknesses, and Maffeo, who had been watching the other party's movements, confirmed that this magic shield would affect their mobility, as if it were a heavy burden on their bodies.

The blood has permeated their surroundings, demons are everywhere, and the ghosts and gods seem to have ushered in their own. Saya's frozen aura had invisibly climbed up to their bodies, as if they were catching prey. Through some tiny crevices invisible to the naked eye, Saya's cold air was constantly infiltrating their bodies through the magic shield.

The magicians began to panic as the guards who were their accomplices in their eyes gradually stopped moving. Like frozen meat that has been frozen for a long time, they also begin to become lifeless.

Someone should have seized the opportunity, and Marcos and Maffeo kicked off their feet almost at the same time. The two of them alternately rushed towards the still stunned magician, so where the arcs met, blood patronized there.

"Damn, we made it. Maffeo looked back at the lifeless guards, who were now on display in the Teolles Gallery.

"It's a new combination, and we still have a lot of guys to deal with. Marcos raised the tip of his knife and pointed ahead, they had only eliminated a small part of the guards so far.

"I think at least Freya they've made it through this floor. Maffeo glanced at the staircase at the end of the floor, but he didn't catch Freya and the others, so he directly assumed that they had successfully escaped from this level.

Marcos shook his head, "At least Karl didn't pass. His expression became solemn.

"What do you mean?"

"Look. Marcos pointed not far ahead, and Carl's figure leaping up in mid-air caught the sight of the two of them, and it was clear that he had used all his strength. In the face of such a large number of enemies, he could only pray that he would not be overwhelmed by negligence.

"We should go and help him. Maffeo lifted his greatsword and activated his body.

Marcos followed him in silence, there was nothing more worthwhile to help Carl in the current situation, and they had to get out of the current situation as soon as possible, because it could be their own burial place. He always understood that luck could not always be with him.

After Carl shattered the armor of the guy in front of him through physical techniques again, he was almost unable to perform all kinds of physical techniques, and it was a miracle that the bones were not broken. It wasn't a wise choice to face the hard and heavy armor of flesh and blood, but alas, he didn't.

The area barrier cast by the magician will always be his biggest trouble, and freezing bullets is a very incredible thing in the heavenly realm, so it is reasonable for him to have no experience in dealing with these magics, and it is reasonable for him to fall into a bitter battle.

The only thing Carl could do now was to use the effect of the Kaija that had not yet disappeared to ensure his own life, and he couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly at the thought of this. Ever since he fell off the Arad continent, this strange guy from the world below has helped him too much. If he could, at least he wanted to accompany Marcos on the entire journey.