In the wilderness on the outskirts of Isara.
Odys's ascension process was not yet over, and his physical body was currently still in the state of a stream of information.
James I, the founder of Feynapotter, used his own ability to isolate the battlefield between Cattleya, Edwina, and the demi-gods of the Moses Ascetic Order, while also isolating the battlefield between Bernadette, Ellebella, and the two angels of the Moses Ascetic Order.
Then, he drew a silver estoc from the void and thrust it toward the defenseless Odys.
At that moment, a silver longsword composed of lightning parried the opponent's estoc.
With long hair, pointy ears, and the handsome face of Eastern aesthetic charm, the elf prince Constantine stood expressionlessly in front of Odys, while gusts of hurricane blew toward James I.
James I raised a hand: "Deprivation!"
The longsword in Constantine's hand was instantly "deprived", and James I waved the estoc in his hand with a slash, preparing to "execute" the elf prince.
Yet right then, James's clear gaze suddenly turned dazed, as if he instantly lost his target.
Constantine burst into loud laughter: "Old man, you aren't dead yet!"
An ordinary-looking old man wearing a gray-white robe emerged from the void nearby.
The old man's hair was completely white, his face had few wrinkles, and his demeanor was gentle.
It was none other than the human mysticism mentor Hermes, who smiled and said: "Still just as reckless."
As they spoke, the two of them looked together at the rolling stream of information behind them, and then turned back with resolute expressions, staring at James I before them.
Next, a javelin made of lightning appeared in Constantine's right hand and was hurled toward James I.
After struggling for a moment, James's dazed gaze grew much clearer. He batted the