The searing heat of the Legendary Divine Spell scorched the fragile ground. Huge slabs of rock had instantly vaporized the moment the first wave of flames struck. Then, under the boiling onslaught of rolling heat, the outskirts of Moonlight Capital, once covered in lush trees, had become a lake of incandescent magma. The crimson smoke and dust carrying Law Power were even enough to burn space itself to ashes.
However, it was obvious that a single attack like this could not break through the sturdy defenses of two Legendary professionals with at least some combat experience. Thus, amid the blazing brilliance of the exploding firelight, a pair of enormous wings slowly spread open, bathed in scorching magma.
They were a devil's wings, and part of a Legendary Warlock's body. Oakris's swift reaction just now had been to use those spread wings to shield Mimibes, who was preparing to cast an Innate Spell. Theoretically, the level thirty-two Candy Merchant was certainly far stronger than the devil grand duke who remained stuck at Level Twenty-Five and could not advance. But many instinctive actions did not require consideration of such tedious matters as "strength."
For example, in Oakris's instincts, protecting his older sister at the first possible moment was a decisive choice that required no thought at all.
"Big sister, are you alright?"
Standing amid the magma, Oakris quickly folded his overly conspicuous wings shut. Only after seeing that Mimibes, hidden behind his wings, had not been harmed did he finally let out a faint sigh of relief.
Perhaps in terms of physical strength and level difference alone, the devil grand duke was vastly inferior to the ever-improving Candy Merchant. But as a fighter who had spent years on the battlefield of the Blood War and could at least be considered battle-hardened, Oakris