The sword in her hand was attached to a galore that could be caught by the naked eye, and Liaya swung the sword out. Wielding a short weapon on a vast and empty stage like the sky was weak in any case, but the fierce wind whipped with the blades made up for it well, and several nearby angel soldiers had to defend themselves under Liaya's furious attack.

But this alone is not enough, for the angel soldiers, this kind of attack can only be regarded as a distraction at best, not a threat.

Watching Liaya fight from afar, the magician team directly under Liaya, known as the first squad, put the auxiliary staff in front of him and chanted the incantation.

"The invisible spirit that forms the cornerstone of the world, guards the world, please come, please come, please come. ””

The magic books of the twelve kept the short prayer like a song, the magic array attached to the staff glowed, and something invisible gathered around them, and the air began to clamor under the oppression of this invisible but huge being.

Some kind of huge mass of consciousness has come, it is an elf but it is not an elf, a huge consciousness body formed by the aggregation of countless elves, and it is called the huge existence of the 'elf king' by the goblin clan.

Sensing the arrival of the Elven King, Liaya began to sing a ballad, one of the oldest languages, belonging to the language of the elves, which praised the Elven King and sincerely invoked for his protection.

Resonating with the song, the Elf King began to drift in the direction of Liaya, and more and more elves merged into Liaya's wind, and the wind turned into a hurricane, and finally became a disaster, and the wind that could cut through the skin circulated in an orderly manner, and Liaya became a giant composed entirely of wind.

The pressure began to drop, the clouds gathered overhead, and Liaya's eyes glowed with magic, and the roar came from her mouth only to be drowned out by the howling of the wind, and the giant swung its arms and smashed down on the angels.

The angels scattered to dodge the attack, but two of them were about to take down the Elven King's attack, and they raised their weapons, and the Elven King's fist followed.

The intersection of light and wind burst out like a thunderous light, and the light flashed in the gloomy sky, and the elven king's fist continued forward after a slight pause, and half of the bodies of the two angel soldiers were shattered by the blade-like wind blades, turning into points of light and dissipating into the air.

The people who were watching the battle in the sky cheered, the appearance of the Elven King was too oppressive, and the effect of the first blow gave them the dawn of victory.

But the faces of the magicians of Liaya are not good, the power and existence of the elf king are too huge, even a powerful magician like Liaya cannot summon and use it through his own power, but is summoned by the first team, and Liaya uses it. This does solve a lot of problems, but it also breeds many more problems.

First of all, it is difficult for the magicians who are not of the fairy clan to summon the elven king, not only do they have to consume a huge amount of mana, but they are also in danger of backlash at any time because of the different types of magic. Next is Liaya, who is reckless in using her body to carry the Elven King's oversized power, and it is still unknown how long Liaya's body can last.

Time, time is of the essence, and if you don't do it quickly, then this unprepared battle is doomed.

Compared to others, Liaya, who was in the middle of the battlefield, was even more frightened, after receiving the power of the Elven King, her class had also been temporarily improved, so she saw many things that she had not seen before, such as the divinity of the angel soldiers.

"How is that possible? Could it be that the gods really helped the Holy See?!"

If this is the case, then the end of this war is already predestined.

It was this brief hesitation that emptied Liaya's defenses, and the two angel soldiers raised their bows and arrows and shot at the elven king, but the elven king, who should not have existed, writhed in pain as if he had been hit hard.

Liaya could feel the pain of the Elven King, and knew that it was the divinity of those angelic soldiers that allowed them to touch the elves that should be invisible.

At this time, she couldn't retreat, retreating would only reveal a bigger flaw and suffer more pursuit, so Liaya put her hands together and mobilized the power of the Elf King to the maximum, which was like forcibly breaking her joints in the wrong direction for her, and her whole body was in pain, and there was a feeling that her strength was losing with the pain.

This overdraft felt very bad, and Liaya's eyes darkened for a while, but she gritted her teeth and persevered. This is their chance, a rare opportunity, and if they miss this opportunity and let the angel soldiers use that strange magic, what will happen to the troops on the ground? What will happen to the people who have the courage to fight the enemy because they believe in her?

"Ahh

A roar that was not dignified at all leaked through her clenched teeth, and as if in response to her determination, the clouds descended rapidly, and a storm mixed with thunder descended.

The tornado that poked its head out of the zenith clouds was like a deadly python, writhing its body violently, opening its mouth full of sharp teeth and rudely devouring everything around it, and the angelic soldiers could not resist the huge wind pressure, so they could not resist the python-like tornado, and they were swept into it.

Like a rat swallowed by a snake, the light that symbolizes the angelic soldier collapses in a tornado until it disappears.

The magicians looked up as the disaster engulfed their enemies, and even though they knew the price, they couldn't help but get excited, the people on the ground cheered again, their eyes looking at the sky like heroes, and the first squad, whose bodies were tattered from excessive rough use, looked at the victory with blurred eyes, even though their faces were covered in blood.

However, Leaya looked up, and she felt a huge amount of energy gather above her head, as if mocking her innocence and powerlessness, and the overly hot light burned through the clouds, calmed the wind, and manifested itself like a light piercing through the darkness, and yet there was no one who cheered for the light, and everyone knew that the light pointed only to death.

It's ironic that what everyone is praying for at this moment is not the light that is too blinding, but the darkness that can tolerate them to live.

The light poured down like a torrential rain on the ground, and the next moment, Neruda's tragedy would be repeated on this plain.

"How can I let you succeed!!"

Liaya's roar pierced through the storm and streaked across the sky.