Counterattack

He gradually increased his strength, making it difficult for Galan to cut even an inch more, and he was also unable to escape.

With a whoosh, Nolz turned quickly and slashed his greatsword at Galan's waist. Taking advantage of the opening, Lancelot suddenly pushed aside Garland's greatsword and slashed fiercely at Nolz's chest.

Lancelot stepped forward with her sword, swiftly blocking the attack for him.

The three of them remained frozen in place, as if a movie had been frozen in time, with no further action to be taken.

Seeing that the group was locked in a stalemate, they were unable to do anything more.

Galan reacted first, kicking Nolz hard in the knee, causing Norz's body to tilt slightly to the side.

He gradually increased his strength, making it difficult for Galan to cut even an inch more, and he was also unable to escape.

With a whoosh, Nolz turned quickly and slashed his greatsword at Galan's waist. Lancelot seized the opportunity to push away Garland's greatsword and began to fight back.

The chaotic sword shadows lingered in the air, emitting a violent sound.

Because of Galan's distraction, he couldn't fully concentrate on dealing with Lancelot, which allowed Lancelot to seize an opportunity.

He slashed hard across Nolz's chest, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

Demons are creatures who cherish their lives. Once they encounter a life-threatening situation, they will do everything they can to escape danger. In Galan's mind, that should be how it should be.

But right now, this Demons, who looks like he's covered in wounds and has severely damaged his heart, stands fearlessly in front of the two of them, seemingly not worried about his own safety at all, or rather, even though he's in such a bad state, he's confident he can take care of them.

Nolz touched his left chest, and when he removed his hand, the wound showed signs of slow healing, but it was still nowhere near as effective as Galan had previously demonstrated.

The magic system of the Demons is vastly different from that of humans. Their magic is almost entirely incomprehensible to humans, so Galan couldn't determine what kind of magic it was. However, it should only be a relatively simple healing magic, which would be of little use to his injuries.

"Lord Rivale said that a warrior should fight gloriously to the very end on the battlefield."

Nolz leaned down slightly, his eyes fixed on the two of them. "So no matter what, I will deal with you today."

Damn... he was a lunatic after all...

Galan cursed inwardly. "That Rivale looks like a martial arts fanatic. No wonder his subordinates are a bit neurotic."

If Nolz were to consider retreating now, his fighting spirit would surely diminish significantly. In that case, it would only be a matter of time before the two of them were able to eliminate him. But right now, it seems that he is addicted to fighting, completely disregarding the injuries he sustained from the repeated battles, with only intense killing intent in his eyes.

"Don't let your guard down, this guy is a madman."

"I can tell."

With a bang, as Nolz exerted force again under his feet, his figure flashed across the land, rushing towards the two men. The sound of explosions filled the air, like a high-speed charging tank. He transformed into a steel torrent. Just as Nolz was about to reach him, the two men spun closely, their figures intertwining like ghosts, and they came to the sides of his attack route, striking out with their own attacks.

The Silver Sword and long saber struck simultaneously, slicing through the air with a whooshing sound, like a sharp, giant pincer.

The current situation is like the Soviet-German front in World War II, where Nolz is launching a blitzkrieg-like offensive against the two, while the two have launched a pincer movement, ready to trap him.

But the other party was clearly not a reckless person acting on impulse.

The moment he entered the attack range of the two, he felt the killing intent coming from both sides of his body.

He precisely grasped Lancelot's Silver Sword with one hand, and with the enhancement of his Mana, he suddenly exerted force, breaking Lancelot's weapon in his astonished gaze, rendering him unable to retaliate for a short period of time.

With his other hand, he swung his greatsword out and met Galan's longsword head-on.

When the swords clashed, a visible shockwave exploded in a ring. The powerful recoil caused blood to seep into Galan's hand, and he felt a tearing pain in his skin, involuntarily letting out a muffled groan.

Because the effects of the Potion are waning, the injuries cannot heal quickly enough.

He retreated rapidly to avoid any further attacks from the monster, lest he suffer another serious injury and be truly helpless.

But this was the moment Nolz had been waiting for.

The moment he noticed Galan starting to retreat, he immediately released Lancelot on the other side. Without the threat from the other side, he was able to rush towards Galan without hesitation.

"Hmm!?"

At that moment Galan also sensed that something was wrong. Nolz had completely ignored Lancelot behind him and was charging straight at him, clearly intending to take him out first.

But now that he had just retreated, he had no way to form a defense again. His movements had been anticipated by the opponent, and he had fallen into their trap.

Die!!

As the greatsword drew ever closer to his face, only the thought of death remained in his mind.

Is this how my second life is going to end?

There must still be some resentment, right?

If I had made a more rational judgment just now, perhaps things wouldn't have come to this...:

"[Holy Wind Wall]!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in his ears. The voice was very soft, yet it rekindled a glimmer of hope in his heart.

It's Lia!

The Elven Girl had appeared at a distance, gathering all her remaining Mana in front of Galan. The howling wind around her condensed into an invisible barrier, blocking Nolz's decapitation strike.

Even so, the desolate power emanating from the greatsword was a barrier that Lia couldn't withstand at the moment. It was destroyed in less than two seconds. But for Galan, those two seconds were enough to change the current situation. With another muffled sound, the Alchemy Longsword severed Nolz's neck. To the astonishment of his opponent, he unleashed a frenzied slash, leaving him no chance to retaliate.

Only after watching the other person's body completely dissipate into Mana Particles did he breathe a sigh of relief, slump to the ground, and faint.

The battle had long since exhausted him, and in the end, he was only kept going by adrenaline.

After seeing that he had destroyed Nolz, the tension finally eased.