In the Western Forest Sea.
The Valkyrie tore open the gray metal curtain before her with sword stroke after sword stroke, watching Rose retreat again and again, her gaze thick with irritation. "Despicable warlock!"
The blood carried an unnatural gray-black tinge. The Valkyrie's cold voice rang out as she hurled the longsword in her hand, pinning all the metal particles in midair. Then she took out the longbow on her back. The bow, radiating silver light, gathered the surrounding raging winds and the vast life force of the forest, making Rose's scalp prickle.
"Damn it!"
He did not believe he was weaker than any Saint Realm, not even those monstrous Saint Realms in the Frozen Earth Territory, those followers of Ryan who had received the legacy of a great existence. Nor did he believe he would be in mortal danger before them. But at this moment, facing the Elven Valkyrie, he felt it. "Come on!"
Rose raised his head, madness in his eyes, as his body of flesh and blood gradually turned into a gleaming gray sheen. He lifted both arms and crossed them before his forehead.
The next instant, the arrow that had split the sky arrived. The moment power no weaker than Legendary collided with his metallic arms, an unimaginable stab of pain shot through both hands. Rose gasped hard, and the instant he came back to himself, a chill spread along his spine.
The sharp arrowhead was less than half an inch from his brow. As for his hands, they had already been pinned together by that single arrow and could not move at all. The alchemy wand in his hand had gone dull and dark, and the defense he had released had completely lost its effect.
"Warlocks must die!"
With hatred whose depth was impossible to