Staring at Midi's star-black eyes, Philip felt uncomfortable up and down.

Although he is now a level 64 powerhouse, he has directly improved by more than 10 levels in more than a year, and it can be said that there has been a leap in strength, however, in front of Midi, he feels as if he is a sheep stared at by a dragon without any ability to resist!

Obviously, they are already level 64, and they can be regarded as first-class powerhouses on this Arad continent.

You must know that even Reinhardt, who is known as a martial genius, is only level 66 now!

And the average level of the professionals on the Arad continent, although it made a leap after the fire in the Gran Forest, is now only about level 50.

But why, after being looked at by Midi, there is a feeling of being petrified?

Philip asked himself, but he couldn't get an answer.

It's just that at this moment, at the most critical moment of the confrontation between the two armies, Philip also knows very well that he must not lose his momentum.

Once overwhelmed by Midi's momentum, then if it is not good, even if it is a battle that is originally bound to be won, it will collapse in an instant!

After all, this is the legendary undefeated commander, and the mere appearance of it is enough to put a huge pressure on all enemies.

"But this time, do you think I'm going to let your undefeated miracle continue? Midi Asrex, you've come just in time! As long as you are defeated, then there will be no hope for the Belmar Kingdom!"

Philip forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, swallowed his saliva, and said coldly.

No matter how powerful Midi is, or even if he has flying skills, he probably hasn't improved much in the year since he disappeared.

And now, as the second prince, Philip is under the protection of a team of elite soldiers and generals, the highest of which has reached level 66!

He simply didn't believe that Midi could do anything in this situation.

Even if Midi gathered the elite troops from Reinhardt's side to attack, it would definitely be too late.

So Philip quickly convinced himself, and then tried to use greater ambition to restore himself to his usual domineering.

However, after hearing Philip's provocative and inwardly screaming, Midi did not show any irritated expression, but only a mocking smile.

Facing Philip, the second prince who was under the protection of the guards, with layers of protection and a lot of life-saving ornaments on his body, Midi didn't do anything, just stretched out his right hand wrapped in an iron glove.

Then, his right hand clenched slightly, as if he was about to grab something out of the air.

The next moment, an invisible but irresistible force directly restrained Philip, like grabbing a chicken, and directly grabbed the noble second prince out of the crowd.

Philip struggled frantically in mid-air, screaming, but to no avail.

By the time he came back to his senses from the whirlwind of heaven and earth, he had already been grabbed by the neck by Midi and carried directly in the air.

Midi's hand was like a pincer, firmly attached to Philip's neck, making it difficult for him to breathe, and even making him feel that death was imminent.

How is this possible?

In the midst of panic and fear, this thought flashed through Philip's mind.

But he was under the protection of a group of people, how could this Midi wave his hand, and he was automatically bound and flew over?

What kind of weird skill is this?

Or is it that this Midi Asrex has made some terrible progress in strength in the past year or so, so that so many elites present have been completely suppressed by him?

Philip was completely confused.

But soon, the suffocation of his body forced him to focus on what was in front of him.

"You want to defeat me? It doesn't matter, you can come at me, but don't let your brutes attack my people, or I'll never be polite. ”

Midi looked at Philip coldly and said quietly.

"Hmph, I didn't expect that legendary undefeated commander to be so naïve, this is war!

Philip finally breathed a sigh of relief, and although his tone was much softer, he was still not to be outdone.

After all, this is a battlefield where the two armies face off, and if he gives in, whether the battle ends in victory or defeat, it will still have a huge negative impact on his reputation.

Moreover, he really couldn't understand how Midi's strength could be so strong.

In the depths of Philip's heart, he always believed that Midi either came up and burst out with all his power in an instant, or he used some special means.

Otherwise, how could he be the second prince of the palace and directly arrested from the strict protection within one move!

In the final analysis, although Philip was being carried by Midi like a chicken at the moment, and his heart was also shocked and angry, he did not have a deep fear of Midi.

He just instinctively felt that Midi was dangerous and couldn't see through, and the aura around him was extremely oppressive.

However, due to the low level of the professionals on the Arad continent, even level 70 is extremely rare, no one present - including Reinhardt, who was up to level 66 - realized that there was a world of difference between Midi and them.

The Second Awakener, this is the kind of power they have no idea at all.

Therefore, for Philip's hard mouth, Midi just smiled faintly, and said: "Slaughter the city, you dare to say such things, aren't you afraid that I will show you to the public on the spot?"

"Hmph, even if I die, do you think this war will stop? Do you think the army of the Delos Empire will retreat? As long as my father is here, then the army under his command will continue to march to Belmar, and then all the qiē in front of me will be flattened, and then conquered! Not only that, if my prince dies in Belmar, I can guarantee that the imperial army will definitely retaliate wildly! Believe me, Midi, that is not what you want to see!"

Philip said loudly like a cannon.

On the one hand, he was afraid that Midi would really kill him directly.

But on the other hand, Philip only thinks that Midi is very strong personally, but he is far from being able to dominate the entire current battle situation, so his words are soft and hard.

And when he heard this, Midi didn't laugh angrily, and just let go.

Philip, who had lost his support, immediately fell down, sat firmly on the ground, and immediately bared his teeth in pain.

"Do you know why I let you down, because I want you to see clearly what is going to happen next. ”

Midi said in a calm tone.

Philip rubbed his neck, but didn't answer Midi's words, just snorted coldly, because he really didn't know what was going to happen next.

Middy paused, then glanced at the Delos Empire army in the distance, ready to attack.

This army, numbering more than 30,000 men, was the elite main force of the empire stationed in the Peloponnese Plain, and was well-equipped and of the highest rank.

From a distance, the army looked like a tidal wave made entirely of steel, obscuring the horizon entirely.

In contrast, the war fortress of the Hayabusa Regiment that confronts them is also quite grandiose, but it has a rather lonely and tragic feeling.

It's like waiting for a reef that is about to be washed away by the tide.

However, the eyes of Midi looking at this army seemed to be looking at a group of dead people.

"Is the 'Sword Emperor' Yu Lun really strong, since even the Belmar Kingdom dares to invade, then I really want to ask that old guy, can you do this?"

With these words, Midi's originally dark eyes surged with a pale golden brilliance.

Echoing these golden eyes, countless pale golden rays emerged from the void throughout the Peloponnesian Plain.

The dark clouds were dispelled by thousands of rays of light, and the plain, which was originally slightly hazy, suddenly became translucent under the illumination of this ubiquitous light.

Immediately after, one pillar after another of light struck directly from the clouds and hit the army of the Delos Empire.

In just the blink of an eye, nearly 10,000 imperial soldiers were vaporized and evaporated in this light!

Their bodies, along with their armor, weapons, and even their souls, all turned into brilliant particles of light, which then drifted through the air like a tide composed entirely of light, surging and flying back and forth.

There were no thrilling explosions, no bloody and brutal scenes, and they came without warning, but they were impossible to resist.

It wasn't until they saw their comrades disappear that these Imperial soldiers finally reacted - they were attacked!

It's just that in the face of this pillar of light that fell from the sky, like divine punishment, they had no way to resist at all.

Only a few great mages who have reached level 65 are trying to defend themselves with a circle that connects to the leylines.

It's just that even if they finally activated the magic circle, this so-called strategic-level defense, under Midi's pillar of light, it was like tissue paper, and it was directly shot through and burned, and they couldn't even stop the strafing of the pillar of light a little.

And as the pillars of light continued to fall, the military array, which was originally like an iron curtain, had become riddled with holes.

In just a few minutes, the number of soldiers who were gasified by the pale golden light that shone had exceeded 20,000.

And this number is increasing at an alarming rate.

It was also in these few minutes that the Delos Imperial Army, which was originally in high spirits, experienced the feeling of falling from heaven to hell.

At first, they didn't understand what was going on.

Then they tried to resist.

Soon, they realized that under the sea of light that covered the entire Peloponnesian plain, no one was capable of resisting.

The only way is to wait for it to evaporate.

At this point, even if he is an iron-blooded and ruthless soldier, all that remains in his heart is helplessness and fear.