The four Apostles exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of shock and caution in the others' expressions.
Though they did not know whether the Red Sage's "999" health bar was merely a bluff meant to mislead them, if it was real, then this battle would likely be extremely difficult!
Because that meant...
They would have to kill Gilan a full thousand times to win this battle!
But the problem was that the Red Sage was not some weakling they could trample at will. He was a formidable enemy they could only possibly defeat by working together.
Under such circumstances, let alone killing him a thousand times, even killing him once would be difficult!
"Don't let this fellow's little tricks intimidate you."
At that moment, Ander, clad in luxurious courtly attire, seemed to have thought of something and spoke coolly.
His emerald-green eyes stared fixedly at the black-clad young man floating in midair. Looking at his godlike bearing and the "Saint" label displayed above his head, he added:
"Gilan Iros's Crown came from an Hour-God of another secret history. The power of laws seems to possess some kind of fictionalizing ability... In this so-called 'Game' led by him, everything may be an illusion fabricated and exaggerated by him."
"Indeed."
Understanding flashed through the eyes of the other three Apostles.
Miss Elegy, the Hour-God of April, had long informed the higher-ups of the Federation faction about some of Gilan's intelligence, so they knew a little about him.
"But don't let your guard down. No matter what, this is still his home ground. We are at a disadvantage."
Hellman remained relatively calm as he warned them gravely.
Anthony, Belle, and Ander silently nodded in acknowledgment.
"I'll go first."
With the intention of probing him, Hellman stepped forward first, carrying his gem-inlaid cross sword