Sherlock's mood was complicated.
He had never imagined that he would actually be able to participate in a battle of this scale.
By the time he and Iver arrived at the scene riding the griffin Liz, Giant Prince Wolfram was already at a steady disadvantage.
Without a doubt, the giant wanted to escape. The various methods and trump cards he had prepared over the years came out one after another, barely holding off the first wave of attacks.
The mysterious, bizarre, and powerful ritual spells made Sherlock's heart tremble. If he used all of them to fight the Grand Guardian to the death, Mr. George would probably be in serious trouble.
--However, the Wild Hunt King was simply too strong.
It nearly ignored all the spells and kept attacking the giant. The ordinary undead were constantly beaten back, but they had no effect on the battle at all... By tomorrow night, they would be reborn again.
The giant was only able to contend with the Wild Hunt King by relying on the various states he had applied to himself beforehand.
Earlier, he had used only one-tenth of his strength and the techniques he possessed, without using any Path abilities, to seriously injure Glass Island's former newly appointed Director of the Bureau of Supervision with a single strike. He truly possessed formidable ability, enough to keep himself from being too badly injured even while at an absolute disadvantage by relying on a body full of buffs.
Although he was at a disadvantage, he had actually begun to stabilize the situation.
If they approached now, they would very likely be caught in the ritual spells' effects. Iver could disperse into bats to evade them, but what about Sherlock and Liz?
Iver gave extremely precise orders--
He had Sherlock condense the Petrification Removal