Taking Down Revolte

On the watchtower, a burly, muscular giant with long, silver-white hair, wielding four arms, charged out suddenly.

Stark hurriedly dodged.

Revolte shattered the ground, sending up a massive cloud of smoke.

Stark's pupils dilated as he saw Revolte's tall figure, strong arms, and four sharp swords, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Four arms, four swords, how are we supposed to fight that?!

In the past, when encountering experts Dugu Qing and Frieren, they would often arrive uninvited and easily defeat the monsters.

Now, Dugu Qing and Frieren are far away.

Stark gritted his teeth, forced himself to suppress his urge to run away, stood tall and charged toward the three-meter-tall giant before him.

Revolte sword and slashed, using two swords to defend and two swords to attack.

Stark charged and dodged, but the feeling of the sky collapsing that he had imagined did not materialize. Although he struggled to move, he was not killed outright, and his mood gradually stabilized.

They stood guard in front of the mage Genau, preventing Revolte from getting close to Genau.

After several fierce attacks, Revolte had figured out the extent of Stark's combat strength, and suddenly his figure leaped into the air.

The magical longsword in his hand suddenly became as heavy as a mountain, crashing down with a deafening roar.

He dared not take the Stark head-on, and immediately spun around, retreating to the side to avoid the brunt of the blow.

With a light tap of his toes, Genau rose into the air, stretching his arms out to the sides as he unleashed the magic to control the wings of darkness.

Two long, narrow, jet-black wings unfurled from his back.

He gently flapped his wings, and countless feathers, harder than iron, whistled and spun, rushing towards Revolte.

With a nimble sidestep Revolte, half-human and half-snake, lightly swept his long tail along the ground, barely dodging the torrent of feather blades.

Stark gripped his giant axe tightly, gritted his teeth, and charged forward once more.

Just as the three were locked in combat, a series of light footsteps came from around the corner.

Frieren, Dugu Qing, Fern, and Methode walked slowly out side by side to the edge of the battlefield.

"Back so soon! What have Zorida and the others been up to?!"

Revolte everything under control shattered abruptly, and he could no longer concentrate fully on the attack.

Methode raised her wand and joined the battle.

Fern, wand in hand, also joins the battle.

Frieren stretched out her delicate white hand to stop Fern.

"Fern, we've protected Stark very well. I think it's time for Stark to gain some experience."

Dugu Qing nodded heavily, his eyes gleaming with powerful confidence.

"That's right, with me here, he'll be fine."

Fern put down his wand and quietly watched as Stark battled the Demons.

Upon seeing Dugu Qing, Frieren, and the others, Stark's surging fighting spirit quietly subsided.

He waited for a long time, but no help came. Surprised, he looked at Frieren and urged her on.

"Hey, Frieren, Fern, what are you standing there for? Come help me!"

Fern raised his wand, a smile playing on his lips, and loudly praised Stark.

"Go for it, Stark! This Demons is a formidable opponent. Haven't you always complained that Dugu Qing steals your thunder? Now, your chance has come."

The boomerang that was once spat out has now landed on him.

Stark sighed in frustration, picked up his axe again, and charged forward.

The demonic sword and the giant axe collided with a deafening clang, sending dust flying everywhere.

Genau's body hovered in the air, his jet-black wings fluttering incessantly, constantly shooting out sharp, sword-like black feather blades.

When Methode heard that Frieren intended to give Stark some training, she secretly marveled at Frieren's high standards and then withdrew most of her magic power.

They only roamed at a distance, occasionally releasing a few spells to restrain and harass Revolte.

"Hateful."

Caught in a pincer attack by three men, Revolte's rage surged.

"Stark, good luck! Quickly take down the Demons, I need to be asleep before midnight!"

From the spectator seats, Dugu Qing waved vigorously to encourage Stark.

"Damn it! Who does this guy think I am? I am the mighty Demons Lord, feared by all!"

Feeling slighted, Revolte glared angrily at Dugu Qing.

In that instant, attention shifted.

The secret passage of Genau presented a perfect opportunity. With a flap of its wings, sharp feathers swept out in a devastating wave.

Revolte his sword to parry, a feather blade grazed his cheek, leaving a bright red bloodstain.

"How dare you, a mere human, harm me?"

Revolte, known as the Sword of Divine Skills, has stood at the top of the Demons's food chain since the deaths of most of the Seven Sages of Destruction, and is incredibly arrogant.

Now, however, they have been injured by humans and have lost their dignity.

He gritted his teeth, abruptly abandoned Stark, and charged straight at Genau in the air.

The four swords unleashed a lightning-fast attack, leaving several wounds on Genau's body.

Genau was injured and could no longer maintain his airborne posture, crashing heavily to the ground.

"That's all there is to it."

Revolte curled a smug, arrogant smile on his face, and slowly approached him step by step.

Seeing that Revolte's back was completely exposed, Stark's eyes narrowed, and he channeled all his strength into his arms, unleashing a powerful axe that cleaved through the wind, severing the opponent's thick snake tail.

Revolte intently at Stark.

Despite his severe injuries, Genau flapped his wings and unleashed another powerful feather blade attack.

Revolte hastily, but his body was pierced by the feather blade, and he fell to the ground.

"It's over, Revolte."

Genau stepped forward heavily, placing his fingers on Revolte's head, his fingertips shimmering with magical energy.

Revolte heavily, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

A small girl's figure suddenly appeared behind the wall.

A cruel smile appeared on Revolte's face as he threw the demonic sword in his hand.

In a flash, the instinct for goodness in humanity surfaced in Genau. He abandoned Revolte and flew at astonishing speed to the little girl, blocking the attack.

The girl's face showed no joy at being saved, only the smug satisfaction of a successful plot. She suddenly thrust out the dagger hidden in her hand, plunging it into Genau's chest.

"I succeeded, Revolte! Please praise me..."

The girl raised the dagger and cheered.

Genau clutched his chest, struggling to unleash his magic. Black wings swept across the sky, slicing the Demons in half at the waist.

The Demons were killed and vanished instantly.

Revolte struggled to his feet, picked up the demon sword, walked towards Genau, and slashed down with it.

"Stark, hurry up! Don't dawdle, I still want to sleep!"

Seeing that Genau was about to die, Dugu Qing couldn't help but speak up to warn him.

Stark sprinted forward, blocking Revolte's attack and shielding Genau behind him.

A tremendous force came from the opposite side, Stark struggled to resist it, his arms trembling, feeling as if his whole body was about to fall apart.

"Stark, a mere little Demons, and you still haven't taken him down after all this time! Sigh, what a disappointment."

Dugu Qing's calm and composed voice came from outside the battlefield.

Upon Revolte was enraged, and his expression changed drastically.

Mere little Demons?

Vadashi is a Demons general who reigns supreme in the north, invincible with his divine skills! How dare you, a mere brat, judge him?

He turned to look at Dugu Qing, preparing to unleash a torrent of abuse on the stunningly handsome young man.

A dazzling sword light descended from the heavens, instantly tearing through the sky.

Revolte a chill in his abdomen, and his tall, burly body instantly split in two, collapsing with a thud.