The one who made the move was Ziyan, the personal female bodyguard who had always protected Princess Tanasha.
With a crisp, light shout, a thin, elongated, purple blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, enveloped in eerie purple flames, mercilessly slashed at Crown Prince Gilano of Saint-Germain, who was chanting a spell. The blade whistled, seemingly aided by the effect of this strange purple blade; the girl's Ziyan was at least at the Six-Star Class Peak.
The blade is merciless, showing no mercy.
Theoretically speaking, such an attack would be absolutely fatal to a mage who is not good at close combat and is surrounded by magical elements while Summon spells. Even if it cannot hurt him, it can at least interrupt the chanting of magic.
but--
Buzz buzz buzz!
When the purple longsword penetrated three meters in front of the handsome man with phoenix eyes, it was like a galloping horse suddenly sinking into an invisible swamp of mud and sand, gradually losing its smoothness. After another meter, the sound of the blade trembled slightly, finally reaching the limit of this attack. No matter how much Ziyan exerted its strength, it could no longer advance even an inch.
The Crown Prince of the Saint-Germain Empire remained unaffected, and mysterious and powerful magical incantations continued to flow from his mouth.
The situation is critical.
The young girl, Ziyan, had a pair of almond-shaped eyes that flashed with cold light. Suddenly, she tossed her head, opened her red lips, and bit down on the long purple ponytail that was being tossed around with her pearly white teeth. She exuded a fierce and courageous aura rarely seen in women. Her other small, snow-white hand pressed down on the back of the purple demon sword, and purple flames surged from her body. A powerful aura was revealed, and the purple demon sword shone brightly as she continued to slash forward.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
In an instant, the purple demonic blade unleashed hundreds of slashes, each aimed directly at Gilano's vital points. However, the Crown Prince of Saint-Germain, who was chanting a spell, was protected by a powerful magical shield. For a time, the exceptionally sharp purple demonic blade in Ziyan's hand was unable to break through Gilano's defenses.
"Let me handle this!" Upon seeing this, Sun Fei leaped into the air, and the [ Tribal Guardian ] and [ Mythical Sword ], carrying terrifying auras, attacked.
We must interrupt Gilano's chanting as soon as possible. The powerful aura surging from the increasingly complete and enormous golden magic circle emerging from the ground beneath Gilano's feet tells us what kind of terrifying magic he is preparing. Once he finishes chanting the spell, the Martial Saint Krasic will be in grave danger.
boom!
A crimson blade of energy collided with Sun Fei Sun Fei mid-air, neutralizing his attack.
The player who made the move was Eindhoven's veteran striker Costacurta.
As a seasoned veteran with keen insight and strategic acumen, Costacurta clearly saw that Krasic was holding his own against two opponents in the air. Even if he joined the fray, it would be difficult to defeat Krasic in a short time. The key to the battle lay in whether Gilano's magic could quickly complete this powerful spell that required some preparation time. Once the spell was complete, combined with their three powerful finishing moves, they might be able to kill Krasic and send him flying before the other experts from the Zenit Empire arrived.
Of all the people present, Sun Fei was the only Zenit who had the power to threaten Gilano into completing the incantation.
Therefore, Costacurta entangled Sun Fei.
In the fierce and deadly battle, the crimson blade light and the two sword energies, one blue and one red, sometimes collided in the air and sometimes slashed huge cracks in the ground. Even Costacurta, a Moon Class expert, was helpless against Sun Fei, whose combat power suddenly increased in his rage.
"Protect the princess!"
"Protect the Second Prince!"
Chaos erupted on the grassy viewing area. The nobles who sided with the First and Second Princes cried out in alarm, surrounding Princess Tanasha and Prince Dominguez. The duel between the top experts had reached a fever pitch, and they could no longer control their power as precisely as before. The air was thick with energy, and even the occasional leaks of energy were enough to threaten the lives of those with weaker power. In just a few breaths, several unlucky young nobles were blasted into a cloud of blood mist and their bodies were left with nothing but bones by the overflowing sword and saber energy.
"Don't worry about me, go help King of Chambord kill Costacurta!" The princess pushed away the warriors protecting her.
Although the situation was already in chaos due to the unexpected intervention of a powerful figure, at this critical moment, Princess Tanasha, the [ Female Literary Sage ] and [ Ice Asura ] of the Empire, remained unusually calm. She immediately ordered the experts who had gathered around her to surround and kill the veteran general Costacurta of Eindhoven. Perhaps due to anger, patches of crimson appeared on her cheeks, which had always been slightly pale due to her congenital illness, giving her a unique and imposing aura.
"Chop them all into mincemeat!" the Alluring Witch Paris roared.
The Witch's fair and delicate fingers pointed at the dozens of the Spartak Empire warriors and the four muscular, Zongheng men under Huntelaar's command. At her command, the experts who had gathered around her and were affiliated with the Second Prince dared not hesitate and rushed to kill these waves of enemies.
A bloody and brutal battle unfolded atop the Sword Peak.
Although they have always been hostile to each other, the eldest princess and Paris, two smart women who are well versed in strategy, gave complementary orders in an instant. The two also looked at each other at this moment, and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. This surprise was not the feeling of this drastic change. The real reason for this regret is that after they finished their respective orders, they looked at the two entangled figures fighting madly in the distance, and suddenly realized in surprise that King Alexander of Shampoo could actually fight against a veteran master like Costacurta who had already entered the ranks of the moon without losing any!
Among the charging figures was the Second Prince, Dominguez.
Blood dripped from the tip of his sword, and a section of the sword tip protruded from his shoulder. In a desperate fighting style of exchanging injury for injury, this handsome prince had personally killed a Spartak warrior.
Several noble experts nearby paled upon seeing this and quickly stepped forward to protect Dominguez, fearing that this prince, whose political interests were tied to about half of the families in the capital, would die here. However, it was clear that the Second Prince's example had further boosted the morale of the Zenit people. Even though they knew that there were four Moon Class experts on the assassination team, and that they could wipe out everyone on Sword Peak in a matter of moments if they were free, not a single person retreated. Even the noble experts launched a desperate Charge against their opponents.
What is happening is an insult to the Zenit people.
This is the most unbearable insult.
Zenit's Martial Saint is being besieged by the same shameless scoundrels who were esteemed guests just a moment ago.
Someone actually dared to ambush and kill the Empire's Martial Saint atop Martial Saint Mountain within the Imperial Capital. If Krasic were to meet with misfortune today, the entire Zenit Empire would be branded with shame, and all Zenit people would become the laughingstock of the entire continent!
The killing of the Martial Saint is tantamount to the fall of the nation!
Even if it meant sacrificing their entire lives to give their opponents a moment's hesitation, to buy the Martial Saint a single chance, no one would hesitate.
Even if everyone dies on the summit of Jianfeng, no one will have any regrets.
The shared Glory ignited the fighting spirit and passion of all the Zenit warriors present!
Boom boom boom boom!!!
Puff puff puff puff!!!
Bang bang bang bang!!!
"Ahhhh..."
"I'll kill you..."
"Hahaha, I'll trade you my life for yours, it's worth it!"
Blood and flesh flew everywhere from the sword's edge, limbs scattered across the sky. Amidst the flashing cold light, one after another, vibrant bodies fell onto the blood-soaked grass. Under the Zenit's relentless and fearless attack, all the Spartak warriors were hacked to pieces, their flesh mangled beyond recognition. Even the four guards of Huntelaar, the One Sword of the Ajax Empire, met their demise...
On Zenit's side, four fighters were killed and five were seriously injured!
While other experts were busy eliminating their opponents' henchmen, the experts of Chambord City were working in perfect harmony with the purple-clad girl, Ziyan, as she surrounded and attacked Crown Prince Gilano of Saint-Germain- Gilano, who was chanting a terrifying spell. Beside Gilano, four exquisitely beautiful and ethereal maidens each occupied a corner of their mistress's side, each holding a magic wand. The four formed a peculiar four-pointed star magic circle, emitting a wall of light that protected Crown Prince Gilano in the center.
Despite being surrounded and attacked by the crowd, with blood trickling from the corner of their mouths and serious injuries, their faces remained resolute and they did not back down in the slightest, guarding their master like four guardian Goddess.
Beneath the dazzling flames, four beautiful yet pale faces evoked a sense of pity.
However, at this critical moment, facing four beautiful and admirable female mages who were willing to sacrifice themselves to protect their master, the experts of Chambord City did not hesitate at all. Under the command of [ One Finger Shatters Heaven ] Čech, they each unleashed their ultimate techniques, bombarding the magical barrier with all their might...
The magical shield teetered on the brink of collapse, and more blood spilled from the corners of the four beautiful maids' mouths. Their beautiful, frail bodies trembled violently; they could not hold on for much longer.
Just as the magic shield was about to be broken, but then—
"... Magical elements... the rifts in space... unleash your thunderous fury and punish the enemy before you! [ Spatial Chain Swamp ]!"
Gilano raised his dark, crystal-clear magic staff high, finally completing the complex incantation of Manchester City's spell. Golden magic runes flickered in the air, forming countless strange, shimmering chains that swirled wildly around Gilano's slender body, making him appear like a golden figure. With a swing of Gilano staff, a terrifying surge of power exploded outwards, blasting away all the experts from Chambord City and the young girl Ziyan...
The golden chains, like countless giant chains, descended upon the three people locked in fierce combat in the sky.
"Oh no, he's completed the magic..."
"Damn it, we're doomed!"
"Given that Saint-Germain's Moon Class mage's strength, the fact that he prepared a spell for a full five minutes must be terrifying. Lord Krasic is in trouble now!"
" Martial Saint, be careful!"
In an instant, all the Zenit people felt as if they were in an ice cave, their hearts turning cold. Their opponent had finally completed his long-prepared killing move. What could possibly salvage the critical situation? Even if the Martial Saint Krasich possessed unparalleled strength, he could not possibly win against four opponents.
Sun Fei's eyes widened in fury. With a roar, he forced Costacurta back with his One Sword, leaping into the air to block the magic with his own body. At the same time, he was preparing to activate the divine skill [ Summon ], sparing no experience points to Summon Diablo, the demon king of the Diablo World, to withstand this attack...
However, something unexpected happened—
As Princess Tanasa, who had been standing quietly, finally let a slight smile appear on her lips, the countless golden rune chains that had been swirling and dancing in the air transformed into two golden torrents. With two angry shouts of surprise and fury, they engulfed Spartacus's martial saint Iaquinta and Ajax's first swordsman Huntelaar.
What's going on?
Crown Prince Gilano of Saint-Germain prepared a terrifying spell for a full five minutes, only to unleash it on Iaquinta and Huntelaar?
This was truly a stroke of luck, a complete turn of events that surprised everyone!
Crown Prince Gilano of Saint-Germain, this handsome man with a pair of captivating phoenix eyes, was actually standing on the side of the Zenit? Almost everyone's face showed obvious stunned expressions. Costacurta, who had been entangled with Sun Fei, was also stunned. His knife moves changed, his mouth twitched, and his eyes were full of disbelief!
Second update.