The Great Battle (Part Two)

Cyril immediately demonstrated the powerful Arts he had acquired from the Deity library.

He clapped his hands, and the blue veins on his palms immediately became visible, standing out on his skin. Then, those veins instantly turned red and shiny.

Cyril wasn't the only one affected; Matthew, who was in front of him, was also affected by the Arts, with bright red color flowing down his slightly exposed face.

Fran immediately guessed that this was a Arts to enhance her body, but she didn't pay much attention to it because a Arts to enhance one's body was no match for her.

And that was indeed the case. Fran simply slid forward slightly and swung her baseball bat at the sun, and even though Matthew used his scythe to block, he couldn't withstand the power of the Sunflame.

Her baseball bat swept towards Matthew, severing the carapace-like scythe in two without any sound of weapons clashing.

Matthew wasn't used to fighting someone with Sunflame Arts, otherwise he would never have instinctively used his scythe to block damage, giving Fran a chance to attack for nothing.

Seeing that he couldn't withstand the attack, Matthew immediately leaned back, creating some distance so that Fran's baseball bat wouldn't hit him directly.

But Fran's offensive didn't stop. Taking advantage of Matthew's inability to adjust his posture, she turned around and swung her baseball bat horizontally.

Matthew didn't have enough distance to deal with the baseball bat, and he didn't have any good way to deal with the Sunflame on the bat, so he could only keep changing his posture and creating distance.

Seeing Matthew in grave danger, Cyril had no choice but to use ' Potent Slow ' again, allowing Matthew to catch his breath slightly.

With Cyril's support, Matthew continued to fight Fran. Then, when the situation eased slightly, Cyril simply opened a book that had appeared in his hand at some unknown time.

' Sword Dance ', ' Enhanced Shield ', ' Defense Aura ', ' Flame Bodyguard '...

With each Arts name uttered, Fran could see the page Cyril was holding disappear, and he would quickly grab the next page.

At the same time, Fran could see that Cyril's expression grew paler with each Arts he uttered, as if doing so would double his energy expenditure.

Cyril's Arts was not only Arts in himself, but also in Matthew.

The Blaze covering Matthew's body, along with the ' Defense Aura ' that allowed him to stop the attack from advancing, enabled Matthew to barely block Fran's baseball bat.

Flames burned on Matthew's body. Although the Sunflame emitted a red light, it was still fire at its core. Therefore, Fran was unable to directly cleave through the flames on Matthew's body.

And that's not all; Matthew also has Arts buffs cast by Cyril.

Fran watched as Matthew brandished a spear-like spike and lunged at her.

She stared in disbelief at the ' Sword Dance' -like fluctuations on Matthew's spikes. Was this a sword? How could it be used for Sword Dance?

Clearly, Cyril's Arts are abnormal. Although Fran also has many buff Arts, she can only maintain a maximum of two at a time; any more and she has to cancel the previous spells.

That's why Fran has never been a buff-based warrior. Although stacked buff Arts are very powerful, she simply can't use many buff Arts on her own.

For Fran, using those two buffing Arts was less useful than simply casting spells or engaging in close combat with Sunflame; she could have killed the enemy much earlier with that much time.

However, it is clear that the Arts Cyril released was an exception; normally, even Third Order Mage could not maintain so many buff spells.

Not only did Cyril demonstrate his strength as Proxy, but Matthew also displayed his power as Proxy when he was finally able to confront Fran.

Matthew's spike aimed at Fran missed Fran; Fran simply dodged to the side, and the spike pierced right through Fran armpit.

But that wasn't all. A smile appeared on Matthew's face, and then Fran seemed to hear something growing.

The spikes on Matthew's hand suddenly exploded, and several spikes pierced Fran's arm and shoulder almost instantly.

As for the abdomen, it was blocked by Fran's temporary Shield Spell and Hardened Scale Rock.

Upon seeing Fran's arm injured by Matthew, Cyril immediately smiled.

It has to be said that Fran's strength is truly terrifying.

It wasn't just that the extraordinary Sunflame Arts rendered Proxy 'Matthew protective gear ineffective.

It's worth noting that even though Matthew dodged left and right, desperately avoiding Fran's attacks, it seemed as if Fran had diminished the power of the Proxy.

However, Cyril knew that if Fran hadn't used such a powerful Sunflame Arts, she wouldn't have performed like this at all.

He recognized the carapace-shaped scythe and spikes that Matthew had just used as its own—it belonged to the Second Order Demonic Beast -Iron-Eating Giant Spider.

Its armor plates have always been a headache for Adventurer, as these plates almost cover the Magic Creature's entire body.

Even the Sunflame Arts of the Adventurers Guild couldn't easily break through the carapace of this Magic Creature, a fact Cyril learned from the Sect's internal archives.

Therefore, it can be inferred that although the scythe used by Matthew cannot be said to be made of the most defensive material among the second-tier materials, it is close enough.

Even so, Fran still managed to cleave it in two, which is enough to show how superb Fran's Sunflame Arts was.

Cyril was very curious as to why Matthew was able to conjure such Magic Creature weapons from his body.

He was eager to know which Dragon Clan Deity Matthew worshipped, and what kind of the Dragon Clan Deity possessed such abilities.

Cyril even felt that this was not the full extent of Fran's current strength.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the sphere in the sky, enveloped in yellow sand, and a cold sweat broke out on his brow.

He knew why the sphere was still there: because Harrison was still struggling inside, and the sphere was there to restrain him.

In other words, Fran is now maintaining control over an Proxy excels in strength, and has almost completely suppressed the two of them.

"If we really spread out, she might take us out one by one."

Thinking of this, Cyril felt a lingering fear. If Fran had succeeded, their mission here would have been a failure.

"Fortunately, we were brought together by the Dragon Clan ' connection." A sense of relief flashed through Cyril's mind.

There's a reason why he wasn't focusing on the Battlefield at this point, but instead was thinking about a bunch of random things.

This is because he is now almost completely burned out, and at most he can only release two more Arts by risking the shattering of his consciousness. Although there are still pages in the book in his hand, it does not mean that his spirit can withstand it.

Moreover, he is now extremely unable to concentrate, and his brain is frequently struck by sharp pains, making it even more difficult for him to focus on the task at hand.

Furthermore, he had observed that Fran's arm had been pierced by Matthew, and Fran, having already lost an arm, was no match for Matthew.

That's why he's thinking nonsense here, partly to relieve the pain in his brain.

but...

The sharp pain in his chest brought him back to his senses for a moment. He looked down and saw a hand glowing white light piercing into his body.

At this moment, he could feel warm liquid splashing everywhere in his chest. Fran's blow seemed to have pierced his heart, causing all the blood inside to gush out.

He looked up slightly, still somewhat confused as he lost consciousness. Why was the arm that attacked him the one stabbed by Matthew? He clearly remembered being injured there, yet he couldn't see Fran swinging her arm without any resistance.

Fran hadn't expected her sneak attack to go so smoothly; her opponent didn't even try to dodge, simply standing still and taking the hit head-on.

However, killing Cyril directly was also a good thing. She looked back and saw Matthew's aura solidify and then drop.

This is because Cyril's departure from the Spirit Realm caused the Arts he released on Matthew to become ineffective.

Matthew did not take advantage of the fact that his buff had not yet dissipated to launch an attack.

Because he knew that even with these enhancements, he might not be able to defeat Fran, as evidenced by the fact that Fran's arm had glowed and she had snapped his long thorns in two.

He couldn't even stop Fran from ambushing Cyril, so at that moment he gave up on defeating Fran and began to plot something else.

That was the task entrusted to her by the Deity: to have Fran carry something marked with a symbol.

He knew it was unlikely he could use the dragon's tail to mark Fran's back now, because he didn't have the opportunity.

The moment he lost his buff, the flames on his weapon faded, leaving him unable to withstand Fran's Sunflame.

In this situation, he would only have a minute to dodge before Fran killed him with her Sunflame.

Matthew had a sudden inspiration and came up with a method with a high success rate.

When Fran charged at him, he did not resist, allowing Fran to use her Sunflame to cleave his body in two from top to bottom.

Fran was somewhat surprised by this lack of resistance, but after a moment's thought, she ignored the cleaved and somewhat illusory corpse on the ground.

She turned to look at the sand sphere in the air, and with a twitch of her hand, the sphere was in front of Fran, its top part suddenly disintegrating.

Before Harrison could even rejoice at breaking free from this constraint, a beam of red light struck towards his head.

His arms were still bound by the yellow sand, and he could only watch helplessly as the red light fell before his eyes, before losing consciousness.

"Finally, it's resolved. If we hadn't failed to ambush that flying creature at the beginning, it wouldn't have been so troublesome."

Fran stretched and breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to look up at the sky for her next target, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.

That was the place where Matthew died, and now something lies there quietly.