Jonah coughed violently, barely pulling his heart out of his body.

Sibi pouted at Toba: "Look, he's not so bad, he wasn't like this just now." ”

"My lord, are you alright......" Toba squatted anxiously and rubbed his hands, not knowing what to do.

Ryuki walked over, her fingers flicking behind Jonah's back like plucking strings, and a cold sensation rose up his spine, and Jonah shivered, and his coughing stopped.

"What kind of spell is this?" the astrologer apprentice stared at the mysterious Oriental woman with wide eyes.

"Not worth mentioning. Ryuji smiled and turned to walk away.

Jonah stared at her slender back, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and almost jumped up: "What about the back? What's going on behind the scenes? Why can't I see it?"

"Because the Southerners fainted. In the end, I carried him back to the house, and this guy looked skinny, really heavy!" Sibby grumbled, puffing out his cheeks.

"Elieri, tell me about the rest of the story. Jonah turned to Elliott.

The Rose Knight nodded helplessly, "Okay." Lord Jonah. ”

"Lord Jekong's mystical spell did hurt Mr. W, and as far as we know, this is the first time Mr. W has been injured on the **, albeit only with a small abrasion on his face. ”

"What?" exclaimed Jonah, "just a small bruise?"

Sibi stretched out his little paws, grabbed a piece of soft meat on his waist and twisted it: "Listen obediently, brother." ”

Jonah was covered in a cold sweat and was silent.

"Yes, it's just a bruise on the face, but it's a brilliant result. In the known history of Cherry Wata, there is no one who dares to go head-to-head with Mr. W to allow him to suffer a slight injury. It is estimated that Mr. W has similar strength to his father, otherwise he would not be able to rule over a large number of powerless people, and he faintly fights against Cherry. ”

Jekon fainted, and Mr. W did not fight back. He admired Jekong's fighting style and praised Miss Sibby's archery. ”

"Shut up!" the little grasshopper looked fierce.

"I'm sorry, Miss Sibi. The Rose Knight bowed down and apologized, "Then, he said he wanted to take a break, and let the Soul Sorcerer Hasarchin fight us. After two or three rounds of engagement, we - no, the head of the room - decided to surrender to each other and abandon the fight for the target. ”

"Why?" Jonah asked.

"Because Hasarchin is a very difficult enemy, we can't defeat him, and with Mr. W, who hasn't made a move yet, we have no chance of winning. Choosing to give up before paying a terrible price was the most reasonable choice at that time. Elliot said calmly.

Toba had a look of shame on his face. Ryuhime couldn't see what she was thinking. Sibi looked out the window with a little resentment.

Jonah thought for a moment and asked, "What is the way Hasarchin fights?"

"Yes, Lord Jonah. ”

Through the Rose Knight's narrative, Jonah paints a mental picture of this brief battle.

Mr. W took off his burnt broad-brimmed top hat and retreated to the bespectacled old gentleman, stroking the small wound on his face, and the tall, thin Sycaulter stood in front of the tenants of A51, his hands hidden in his robes, unable to see what weapon he was holding.

Sibi didn't talk nonsense, opened his bow and shot three arrows. The Spiritual Warlock did not dodge or resist, and at the moment when the arrow almost touched the robe, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Qi!

His mouth opened unusually wide, and upon closer inspection, he saw six tiny holes in his cheeks, through which air whistled high and low as he exhaled or inhaled.

Every time he drank a word, an air mass with the outline of a word appeared in the air, and the arrow hit the formless and massless air mass, and it actually shattered.

Then Hasarchin took a deep breath and exclaimed, "Rocks, rocks!", and a rock the size of a tabletop broke out of the ground as if in response to his call, tumbling and smashing into the pitchforks. Toba curled up, ready to resist the onslaught with all his might.

Twenty yards away, Hasarchin shouted again: "Water, water, water!" A stream of rain that poured down suddenly turned into a long, thick and transparent whip, and slammed into a rock, and one rock became hundreds of bullets. Toba did his best to block most of them, but the remaining flying stones still kept his partners busy dodging and unable to organize an effective offensive formation.

Hasarchin shouted again: "Iron, iron, iron!"

Spectacle struck, as countless rusty arrowheads, broken swords, and shattered metal armor blades rose from the mud, suspended in the air, and shot swiftly in the direction of Hasarchin's gaze.

With a loud roar, Toba jumped into the air, spread his hands and feet, and in an instant he was pierced into a hedgehog by an iron bullet like a flying locust. The rusty blade couldn't penetrate his tough skin, but in the gap behind him, Long Ji, who was preparing to summon the secret art, was inevitably slightly injured, and her spirit was scattered, and she almost received a spell backlash.

"Are you hurt?" Jonah quickly turned around and asked Ryuki.

The Oriental woman shook her head, raised her right arm, pulled up the cuffs of the black tights, and revealed her white arm: "Small wound." It's almost done. ”

Jonah saw a two-inch-long cut wound that had begun to scab over, and as if he saw a giant cyan dragon tattoo spiraling up from the inside of her arm, she lowered her sleeve and covered her arm before she could see it clearly.

On the battlefield, Elliot removed the heraldic shield from the saddle with his left hand, and the riding spear from the hook with his right hand, and the unicorn ploughed the ground with its hind hooves and charged towards Hasarchin. The Rose Knight shielded himself and the beast with his great shield, listened to the clanging arrows on the shield, estimated the distance and angle, and then leaned down sharply, and the spear came from the base of his right elbow to Hasarchin's heart.

The Spiritual Warlock did not dodge or dodge, and shouted, "Root, root, root!"

At the bottom of the Arena at Dusk, a multitude of twisted and growing plant roots sprouted, and the roots curled up Hasarchin's body, pulling him five yards away, and the Rose Knight cut through a string of roots that stood in his way, only to pass by the Whisperer.

At this time, Sibi came out of Toba's armpit, drew the snake bow, and shot five silver arrows at a time, and without waiting for the bowstring to stop vibrating, he opened the bow again and shot five more arrows, the last five arrows were faster than the first five, and in an instant, what appeared in front of Hasarchin's eyes was an arrow array that blocked all spatial angles and time progress.

The Spiritual Warlock shouted, "Wind Scythe, Wind Scythe!"

This time, it was not a foreign object, it was a scythe carried by Hasarchin's own waist that burst out of his pocket, drew several circles in the air with great speed, and the arrow array was cut by the wind sickle.

Sibi drew his bow again to prepare the room, but the Sycaulter stared at her with swarthy eyes, and suddenly shouted, "Pamela, Pamela, Pamela!"

Sibi naturally responded, "Huh?"

Suddenly, she shuddered, her body stiffened, her fingers still hooking the bowstring, but her green eyes froze, as if under the magic of time, and stood still in front of everyone's eyes.

"Little grasshopper!" Toba roared, strode in front of Sibby, blocked a few flying arrows with his back, and crouched down anxiously to call: "What's wrong with you? Wake up! Eli didn't say no, why are you so stupid!

“...... Pamela?" Jonah wondered.

"Shut up!" Sibby said with a fierce look.

Jonah shut up.

At this time, Elliott turned his horse's head and struck again, shouting, "Chief, protect her, she will be back to normal in five minutes!"

A dark shadow arced twenty yards away, quickly approaching the Syrcist from the side and behind, and the failed dragon queen gripped the dagger and stabbed it straight into the waist of the enemy.

Hasarchin shouted: "Hasarchin, Hasarchin, Hasarchin!"

Suddenly, the strange sight happened again, the tall and thin Spiritual Warlock suddenly let out a low roar, and his body quickly grew metallic muscles, and after only a few seconds, the muscles filled all the gaps in the empty robes, and he turned into a giant with an extremely strong body, and the dagger of Long Ji pierced into his waist with the handle, but it did not penetrate even the thick layers of muscle.

Hasarchin swung a large fist like a hammer at Ryuhime, who tried to pull out the dagger, but the blade was firmly sucked by the tight muscles, and for a moment she could not break free.

Luckily, Elliot galloped over, and the unicorn man stood up, Huruda raised his front hooves with a violent scream, and the Rosenknight stabbed his foe in the shoulder socket with a lightning bolt, and the powerful impact forced the giant back two steps.

At that moment, Elliot shouted, "Let's give up." You've won!"

And just like that, the battle was over.

Jonah was stunned and listened to everything, and couldn't help asking, "How did Mr. W escape the earth-shattering blow of Yakong? What is Hasarchin's ability? Who is that old gentleman with glasses?"

"The question about Mr. W is difficult to answer, Lord Jonah. Hasarchin is a man who wields the power of speech and spirits, and he manipulates familiar objects by calling them by their true names, and by calling people's real names, he controls people's bodies and immobilizes people. Of course, manipulating one's own body is also one of the abilities. As for the old gentleman with glasses, there is evidence that he is a very important person, how important is it? The Rose Knight explained.

"Okay. Jonah hung his head and accepted the explanation. "Lost the ticket, and then what?"

The hourglass beside him drained the last grain of sand. Time is passing minute by minute, and the prophesied day is about to come.