By the time Ulthar's strength dropped to Tier-3, the battle had only lasted for an hour and forty minutes.
At this time, there were only 20 minutes left before the 2 hours that Alice requested.
Twenty minutes sounded like a short time, but it was extremely difficult and bloody to drag it out!
Although Ulthar, who had dropped to Tier-3, was still as evil and ferocious as ever, she could only die with a single slash from the Tier-4 Elven Sword Saint.
Ulthar charged forward three times in a row, but she was killed the moment she got close to the Elven Sword Saint.
At this point in the battle, Grimm knew that Ulthar had lost the ability to pin down the Elven Sword Saint. It was pointless to waste any more magical energy on her.
Therefore, after summoning Ulthar back, Grimm controlled most of the magical energy and directed it to the magic cannons that were everywhere in the cabin.
In the thick, twisted metal tunnel, the Elven Sword Saint Agassi strode forward with his sword in both hands. Every time he swung his sword, an invisible, sharp force would shoot out. The magic cannons that were hidden in the corners of the cabin and at the end of the tunnel could only fire once before they were destroyed. The defensive firepower could not stop the Elven Sword Saint at all.
Only the Metal Magical Machinery that was charging at them from the end of the tunnel could barely slow down the Elven Sword Saints' footsteps. However, these metal machines that were three to four meters tall and weighed seven to eight tons could not even last half a second in front of the Elven Sword Sage before they were sliced into countless scattered parts and fragments of the magical machines that shone with black magical energy by the swift flashes of the blade.
Left with no choice, Grimm could only pour an excessive amount of magical energy into the metal magical machines in the later stages, hoping that they could cause some trouble for the Elven Sword Saint when they were destroyed!
Unfortunately, after half a year of high-intensity battles, there were too few combat magical machines left in the floating warship. Even if he controlled them to charge forward one by one, it would not slow down the Elven Sword Saint. Therefore, in the later stages, Grimm simply repaired the construction machines and sent them to the battlefield.
Grimm had fantasized about blocking the tunnel to stop the Elven Sword Saint from advancing. However, the metal walls that were half a meter thick were as fragile as a piece of cheese in front of the snowflake-like gleam of the Elven Sword Saint's sword. That Elven Sword Sage simply gave up on the ready-made metal passageway and switched to using his saber to cut through the metal walls, directly advancing in a straight line towards the core area of the battleship.
At this time, Grim had sent all the 'cannon fodder' he could, but they could only hold on for seven more minutes.
There were only 13 minutes left. What could he rely on to hold on?
The cannon fodder was already dead. Could it be … Could it be that they were sending the Magi to their deaths?
"I'll go!" The Dragonman Zacha, who didn't speak much, was the first to step forward.
It must be said that once a strange creature like the Draconians recognized a master, their loyalty was truly touching. In the past, as the Tier 3 Thunder Dragon Armes's servant, it had never regretted being eaten by its master, even when it had nearly become a dried dragon.
Ever since Armes transferred his soul contract to Grimm, he had pledged his loyalty to the wizard from the wizarding world.
However, none of this was an obstacle!
Aside from Mary and Alice, the only person he could trust was this stubborn Tier 2 Dragonoid. Hence, when Grimm saw this scene, he hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't bear to send the Dragonoid to its death.
Sensing Grimm's scorching gaze, the Magi present could not help but lower their heads in dejection.
That was a Tier 4 Sword Sage!
Even Optimus Prime's metal magical equipment could be cut down as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. The Dragonians' dragon scales and armor, which they prided themselves on being tough, could never withstand a casual slash from the Elven Sword Sage. That was why anyone below the third level would be instantly killed by a single slash!
Even if Ulthar, who had fought against the Elven Sword Sage for 300 rounds, dared to face the Elven Sword Sage head-on, it would only be a matter of one more slash.
However, they had no choice but to send someone to block the Elven Sword Sage's path. If the Elven Sword Sage continued to charge forward, it would be difficult for them to escape death.
Just when the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became anxious, an old and hoarse voice abruptly sounded.
"You don't have to go. I'll go alone!"
Everyone raised their heads in surprise, only to discover that the person who spoke was the old and hunchbacked Poison Centipede, Endor.
Grimm frowned, intending to reject the offer.
After all, Poison Centipede was Alice's only relative left in the world. If anything happened to her, Alice would probably blame him for the rest of her life!
However, Grimm did not have the luxury of time to think or hesitate. Ulthar had already spoken up.
"I support her!" Ulthar glanced at Endor with a stern expression, then said to Grimm solemnly, "She's already prepared to die. Let her go!"
As a Tier 3 Magus, Ulthar had sharp eyes. With a glance, she could tell that Poison Centipede had consumed an excessive amount of poison before coming here. Even if she was not sent to her death, she would not be able to live for more than a quarter of an hour!
Grim looked at Endor's face that was gradually turning black, and his heart was also unusually heavy. Finally, he nodded silently in agreement.
"Give this to Bliss. He might need it in the future …"
Endor, the Poison Centipede, threw a Knowledge Crystal to Grim and laughed hysterically. He held his magic staff, which was two heads taller than him, and knocked on the metal floor. Then, he rushed into one of the metal tunnels.
While moving quickly in the metal tunnel, Poison Centipede threw away the staff that was in his way and began to crazily swallow the colorful bottles and jars in his waist pouch.
He opened a small cork gourd with his left hand and took out a black centipede-like insect from it. He stuffed it into his mouth and chewed with all his might. Black and stinky insect blood seeped out from between his teeth, mixed with the blood that flowed out from his mouth after being cut by the insect's shell. It made Endor's appearance even more terrifying.
And this was just the beginning!
While staggering forward, Endor was desperately stuffing all kinds of scary bugs and colorful, mysterious magic medicines into his mouth.
Although they all had different effects, the changes they brought to Endor were completely the same.
Endor was expanding …
A skinny and haggard old witch, who was less than 1.6 meters tall and weighed less than 70 kilograms, now had a purple face. Her body quickly swelled up like a balloon.
Endor's small body swelled up two times, three times, four times … as if he had been injected with an excessive amount of gas. His wrinkled skin had now become extremely thin and transparent. One could vaguely see the viscous liquid inside his body that was about to boil.
A thick yellow-green smoke lingered behind Poison Centipede Endor's bloated and ugly body. It floated and stuck to the metal tunnel, producing a terrifying sizzling sound that made one's teeth ache and legs go weak.
Wherever Poison Centipede Endor's fat body passed, the metal tunnel behind him would be corroded by the poison and become full of holes. The half-melted metal walls turned into black molten iron and began to drip and collapse like melting wax.
In an instant, the entire metal tunnel began to melt!
…
Agassi walked between the metal tunnels with a pale face.
The elven sword in his hand danced like it was flying, blocking the energy rays that shot from all over the tunnel. At this moment, he was too lazy to get rid of these "trash" that was not very lethal. Instead, he focused on searching for traces of the enemy.
There was a sturdy passageway made entirely of metal, a huge and spacious central hall, a small laboratory filled with mysterious facilities, and many small metal cabins whose purpose was unknown …
Walking in this metal world, Agassi's anger and anxiety were accumulating bit by bit under the ever-present laser attacks.
What were the enemies trying to do?
He could not see through them, nor could he guess!
This was just a joint order from the Elven Court and the Elven Temple. They wanted him to lead a team to completely destroy this group of abominable witches that continued to invade Calan Continent.
To be honest, Agassi was disdainful when he suddenly heard this news.
The enemy didn't even have a Grade 4 in their team. How dare they cause trouble in Calan Continent, which was under the protection of the gods?
Therefore, when he led the team here, he was full of confidence. He even boasted in front of the Elven Court.
However, in the previous battle, he had actually been held back for an hour by a Pseudo-Tier 4 Ranker who had used a strange technique. Moreover, the team he led had also suffered quite a number of casualties. This was undoubtedly a cruel blow to his reputation and prestige!
Filled with anger and frustration, Agassi shuttled through one winding metal tunnel after another. At first, he was still trying to find a way to go down, but later, he could not hold back his anger, so he simply broke through the metal walls and went straight to the bottom of the ship.
Another snow-white sword light flashed …
The metal wall in front of him instantly broke open a crack that was big enough for him to pass through, allowing him to easily cross over with his feet.
Using his bright and sharp eyes, Agassi glanced at the 30-meter-long metal tunnel in front of him. He did not try to move to either side. Instead, he came to the metal wall on the other side, planning to break through the wall again.
But the moment he raised his sword, Agassi was slightly stunned. He turned his head and looked at the endless darkness at the end of the metal tunnel.
Over there, a strange creature filled with a pungent stench was howling dryly as it moved towards him step by step.
Even with Agassi's magic resistance, he couldn't help but feel a little dizzy as the stench of blood spread through the tunnel.
However, this slight discomfort quickly disappeared under the circulation of his powerful Dou Qi!
It was just a poisonous creature sent to block the way … The enemy only had this kind of trick.
Agassi glanced at it and did not care.
With such a slow speed, how could it possibly catch up to his swift figure?
Agassi did not want to fight it at all. He swung his sword, planning to break through the wall and escape.
But the moment he looked away, the fat figure suddenly pounced forward and shouted, "Die with me!"
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