The five Double Serpent Society Elders surrounded by the alchemical army had naturally begun preparing for battle in secret long ago.
But when they saw Nick summon such a vast array of alchemical creations in one go, they inwardly cursed the old bastard for having far too much time on his hands.
For over six hundred years, instead of focusing on advancing his own realm, he had wasted his time on these unorthodox tricks.
Of course, grumbling aside, none of them dared underestimate Nick, the legendary alchemist, or his little toys.
After all, Nick had previously fought two opponents at once and won decisively.
Still, that was not the most important thing.
Across the murderous Visor-Clad Phalanx, Il and Edward looked toward Dumbledore and Grindelwald behind Nick. Who knew what those two were plotting? Red and blue flames intertwined into some sinister, chilling magic array.
With their experience, they immediately realized the pair intended to burn themselves up, gathering power for an unparalleled strike to shatter the Legendary Arena and rescue Shawn!
Il gave the order.
"Stop them! Everyone, the time has come to sacrifice yourselves for your faith!"
At once, the Double Serpent Society Elders, Il included, tightened their grips on their staffs and began casting.
Dense magical elements began to fill the air.
All manner of unimaginable magical attacks slammed into Nick's Magic Canopy, wave after wave.
Under the full-powered assault of five legendary fighters, the canopy withstood only two strikes before shattering with a crash.
But before they could celebrate, countless attacks came flooding toward them.
Individual strikes from the countless sword-energy spells and Floating Cannon shells might have meant little to legendary fighters, but once their numbers reached a certain point, even they had no choice but to defend.
Il and the others raised a shield