The Sword Saint Who Lost to the Valkyrie

At this moment, Liz and the others, having returned to the Dragon Carriage, did not realize that the battle between Eulalie and Yanifei had been witnessed in its entirety by an uninvited guest.

He was a middle-aged knight standing atop a steep slope piled with snow.

A Flame-Shaped Sword hung at the middle-aged knight's waist. He wore a knight's uniform suited for movement, and though he was not particularly tall or burly, he possessed an imposing presence.

Yet at this very moment, the knight who had witnessed the entire fierce battle between Eulalie and Yanifei was trembling.

"How... could... this... be...?"

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, his entire body shaking as though he were trying to suppress the disbelief and fear in his heart.

"What kind of power was that?"

"How could anyone be that strong?"

"Those two women..."

With his exceptional eyesight, the middle-aged knight recalled the appearances of those two women.

Both were extraordinarily beautiful, belonging to the most stunning class of women he had ever seen in his life. Even the royal princesses fell short of them. Perhaps only that detestable Valkyrie could barely compare.

The woman wielding the Black Magic Sword, who had unleashed a strike capable of splitting heaven and earth, was someone the middle-aged knight had never seen before.

As for the woman wielding an Ice Sword and wearing Ice Armor, barring any surprises, she should have been the Doll herself.

"That one has awakened?"

"So... this is that one's power?"

"How terrifyingly powerful..."

The middle-aged knight's face turned slightly pale.

Thinking of the confidence he had possessed before setting out, as well as the pride he had always taken in his own strength, the middle-aged knight felt his mentality beginning to crumble.

What kind of existence were they planning to