"Sorry, but yours happens to be the only Metal Lifeform nearby. Help me hold off that brute Talos." Those chilling words, paired with the elven man's almost unrealistically handsome face, were indescribably strange.
They were clearly words of apology, yet coming from his mouth, they sounded as though he were bestowing an opportunity to die in his place.
His flying speed did not diminish in the slightest. Emerald-green light of life trailed behind him in a long streak. Before he even arrived, his chilling killing intent had already locked onto the three people aboard the Flying Boat.
Then he saw a door open at the front of the deep-blue Metal Flying Vessel, and a young man in black stepped out.
The young man's long hair was tied casually behind his head. He carried a jet-black longsword, a faint sheen flowing across its blade.
His steps were unhurried, his footing in the void as steady as though he were strolling through his own courtyard.
The elven man frowned slightly. There were three people aboard the Flying Boat. He had originally expected at least one Highgod to come out and buy some time—anyone who could afford a Metal Lifeform of this caliber ought to have a few experts at their side.
Instead, the one who emerged was actually a Middle God. A Middle God? He did not even qualify as cannon fodder.
But never mind. Whether he was a Middle God or a Lowgod, all he needed to do was hold Talos off for a second.
Even if he only distracted that brute for an instant, the elven man would be able to flee far away.
With that thought, he immediately launched a Soul Attack.
An invisible Soul Shock shot from between his brows, silently crossing hundreds of meters as it blasted