The intertwining tentacles of flame spread in an instant, burning through the canopy and shrouding everyone's heads. But because of Brando's warning in advance, everyone was already prepared. The moment the black fire net was in the air, they all ran wildly to the left or right, out of the spell's range. The black flames formed by the dark magic covered down, burning through the branches and leaves, turning the cedar forest into pillars of fire, burning fiercely and spectacularly — but not a single person was hurt.
Even the weakest of the guards, the Knight, barely avoided the fire net.
All of this happened in an instant. But the blink of an eye was a rather long period of time for warriors above the Silver rank, long enough for them to instantly accelerate to a speed of more than a hundred feet per second.
Especially Scarlet, Maynild, and Laurenna, the air was torn apart by their terrifying acceleration, forming conical waves of air. The whistling of the sharp arrows pierced the woodland, and the pale human figures opened their black mouths and let out silent screams, as if this was how they communicated with each other. The demonic spirits turned around, and their slender fingers turned to the three girls in the lead in unison.
But as if their hearts were connected, the three figures turned and changed direction at the same time, drawing long tails in the forest. The trajectory changed so that each of the black flames only hit the trunk behind them. The three figures drew a long semicircle at the same time, at almost the same speed, but Laurenna was the first to attack.
When the young Knight landed, the longsword in her hand, Avila's Pride, was already in attack mode. She pursed her lips tightly, and her sky-blue eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. Her light body was already like a taut string in midair, and the moment she landed, the long semicircle in the forest seemed to be straightened at one point, like a bullet leaving the chamber. After a point, it drew a bright line and pierced straight into the demonic spirits.
But this dazzling trajectory was destined to have no journey. Its beginning and end seemed to be folded into one point, and Laurenna's figure was folded at these two points at the same time. Then the figure in front faded away, and the figure behind held a sharp sword, the blade as bright as silver, and stabbed it right in the middle of the demonic spirit's heart.
The glowing pale human figure in the forest seemed to still maintain the expression of the wide-open, pitch-black mouth. A silver line streaked across its chest to its back.
The attack was like a fleeting meteor, but the pitch-black mark on the pale human body proved that it had indeed existed. Half of the Demonic Spirit's body hung down in a weird manner, and dark magic gushed out of the wound. The center of the wound was like a small nebula. It constantly escaped in all directions, spewing out countless dark substances, and finally spread into a huge halo.
As the halo swept past, it was as if an explosion had swept across the entire forest.
Everyone felt their chests tighten. "Dark magic," the Knight girl who bore the brunt of the attack groaned. "Be careful, they seem to release a large amount of dark magic after they die. These forces will weaken us — "
Maynild and Scarlet paused. "How big is the range? Can you think of a way to avoid it?" The black flames in the hands of the other Demon Spirits swept across, and the cedar trees in front of it were set ablaze. Maynild could only retreat and ask cautiously.
"I don't know."
"The range is a thousand feet. You can't avoid it. Try to extend the time interval between killing them. The magic erosion will last for six or seven minutes. "Brando's voice came from afar.
"Extend the time interval between killing them? How do we do that?"
After the three girls, Firas was also close to the Demon Spirits. He looked up at the dense clusters of light rising from the canopy and couldn't help but gasp.
"Scarlet, interrupt their spells first —" Brando stared at the Demon Spirits in the sky like stars in a summer night and calmly commanded. He stood beside The Shire and the young prince, and didn't seem to intend to participate in the battle.
Because he understood that he couldn't always fight on the front line. This was a dungeon, and he first needed a reliable team. And the first step to building a team was to understand the level that each member of the team could perform in battle.
So he forced himself to calm down and observe the others' performance in battle.
Laurenna's attack was too fast —
He didn't even have time to warn her. Fortunately, it was just a Demon Spirit, and the backlash of the dark magic only weakened her for a short period of time. If she had hit a self-destructing creature like the Bone Demon or the Planetary Body, this Miss Knight from Cruz would have been disfigured even if she didn't die.
In the face of unknown monsters, one must be cautious. Some monsters' abilities could even leave one with no chance of regret.
Flash Strike Sword Art was indeed a double-edged sword. It was so amazingly fast that it would play an unimaginable role in certain scenes. But once the user was too impulsive, it would be easy to get into danger.
After receiving the order, Scarlet's agate eyes turned as she thought about how to do this. But she looked up at the Demon Spirits flying all over the sky. Fighting seemed to have become an instinct, and she came up with a solution in an instant. Countless black flames chased after her, cutting through the ground in mid-air. But the mountain girl's body had already paused, her fiery red ponytail swinging in a circular trajectory. She stopped with one foot on the ground, bringing a shockwave that pushed up a layer of snow with a 'pop' sound.
But at the same time, she put her right hand back, and the cloth wrapped around the Azure Lance was scattered layer by layer.
With a soft hiss, the Demon Spirit's black flame tentacles all hit the flying snow, and the high temperature suddenly turned the ice crystals into steam. White steam rose into the air, but behind the mist, the girl had already assumed an attacking stance.
An arc of lightning ejected from the shaft of the lance in her hand.
Flames swept across the canopy, and the branches suddenly burned as if a layer of fire cloud was formed above Scarlet's head. But Scarlet had already roared, and stabbed the lance into the sky above the forest. The blade of the lance vibrated violently, and the surrounding space seemed to be staggered —
"Thousand Army Strike!"
This was Metisha's unique skill, the specialty of the Silver Sky Knight. The blade of the lance pushed the air to compress it into a point, and then shot out like a cannonball. With a loud bang, the burning canopy seemed to have been blown into a huge hole by the blast, and the originally raging flames suddenly turned into countless sparks and scattered.
The power of this move that Scarlet had just learned was far inferior to the Focus Lance that Metisha had used before, but at the same time as her attack, there was also the special effect of the Azure Lance.
Countless lightning bolts pierced into the night sky, like a blooming golden chrysanthemum, but each arc of lightning was its upward curved arc-shaped petals, densely packed and innumerable.
Scarlet's gaze was changing rapidly, too fast for the eye to take in, and almost every arc of lightning accurately hit a Demon Spirit. Although the attack of a single arc of lightning was weak, it was enough to repel the almost incorporeal Demons.
The approaching Demon Spirits were swept away in an instant, and the sky was empty.
The Demon Spirit's spell paused for a moment.
"Pahimira, Rock Shield, stick close to those Demon Spirits." Brando frowned slightly. Scarlet had been with him for the longest time, and had basically adapted to his fighting style, but it was still a little too wasteful. Although compared to others of her age, this kind of fighting style was already very high.
But it was still far from the standard of a top player, and even worse than him.
The priestess dressed in a white linen robe took two steps forward barefoot, she picked up the oak staff in her hand, and gently tapped the ground twice. A greenish-gray wall of light appeared between the Demon Spirits and everyone.
"Master Planeswalker, this wall can only be maintained for five seconds." Pahimira reminded him in his mind, "It would be good if it could recover some more power, but now I can only maintain it at the level of a third-circle spell."
"It's enough, but it's still too far." Brando replied, and then immediately said to the others, "The Rock Shield can block all attacks that are not physical attacks, but the creatures of order can freely pass through this wall. Everyone else, pass through this wall immediately and attack the outermost Demon Spirits, only injuring but not killing them. Pahimira, prepare the next wall, the casting position is still between the Demon Spirits and us. "
As soon as he finished speaking, as if to verify his words, the Demon Spirits' next round of spell attacks all hit the Rock Shield. Black flames exploded on the wall of light, turning into a dazzling ball of fire.
Maynild, Laurenna, and the others had already understood Brando's tactics, and as soon as the opponent's spell was over, they would immediately cross the greenish wall of light and cut into the Demon Spirits' formation. But this time, the Knight girl from Cruz had learned to be smart. She often cut off the Demon Spirit's arm with a sword, and then swept it out with a Wind Sword.
The Knight guards followed closely behind and did the same. Originally, in terms of strength, the Demon Spirits were slightly stronger than these Knight guards, but Pahimira's Rock Shield was almost close to these Demon Spirits, and as soon as the Knight rushed out of the wall of light, it was equivalent to entering the Demon Spirits' close range.
After losing the ability to attack from a distance, the Demon Spirits' close combat ability was so weak that it made one's hair stand on end. They were no match for the professional Silver-ranked warriors, and were often easily forced to retreat by the Knight Brando had brought. But what made Brando a little annoyed was that the Knight's attacks were often not as accurate as Laurenna's and Maynild's. From time to time, a black halo would explode in the forest, and everyone's strength would drop again and again.
"It's a pity that there are too few geniuses like Laurenna and Maynild. If I had known, I would have let Bretton stay." Brando couldn't help but shake his head. He had one hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to join the battle at any time when the frontline couldn't hold on.
But miraculously, after the strength of the Knight guards was greatly reduced, the Demon Spirits also became less easy to kill, and the battle became easier for a while.
He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this.
The pale human figures screamed silently in annoyance and began to retreat, but often when they retreated a certain distance and were ready for the next round of spells, another green wall of light descended in front of them.
The Knight couldn't help but cheer when he saw this. They couldn't imagine how the Lord came up with such an outrageous tactic in such a short time, but no one wouldn't welcome a one-sided battle.
Of all the people, only Brando and Pahimira frowned.
"How much magic did you use?" Brando asked in his heart.
"I've already cast the Rock Shield seven times, and used a total of 161 points of magic power," the priestess replied.
Brando pursed his lips. This number was about the same as what he had calculated. In the Amber Sword, level 1 spells cost 5 points of magic power, level 2 spells cost 10 points of magic power, level 3 spells cost 20 points of magic power, and so on. However, the actual cost of magic power had to be factored in with the spellcaster's own correction coefficient, so it wasn't possible for a player to roughly calculate the cost of a spell.
In fact, when The Shire, Metisha, and Pahimira became Planeswalker creatures, he could check the detailed creature data of their cards and see the same panel as the players. Among them, Pahimira's initial data was Strength 1.5, Dexterity 2.5, Constitution 1.5, Intelligence 2.1, Willpower 4.2, Wisdom 2.2, Bloodline 4.0, and her initial magic power was 100 points. After leveling up to level 30, her Willpower and Bloodline rose to 47.7 and 102.4 respectively, and her magic power pool also expanded to 300 points.
In other words, if nothing unexpected happened, she could cast about six more spells.
Even if she completely calculated the interval between the Demon Spirits' attacks, she could at most drag it out for a minute. Moreover, in Brando's opinion, Pahimira was far from being able to estimate the time so accurately.
This team was still far from what he wanted. In the game, this tactic was researched and developed by the Crystal Apple Guild, but it wasn't used like this in the real world. Instead, it required the team members to kill multiple Demon Spirits at the same time, and then the Majestic Mountain Priest or the Templar Priest would cast Steadfast Shield to block the backfire of the Dark Magic.
But now, whether it was the Knight or Pahimira, it was clear that they couldn't make such precise calculations, so he had to come up with a compromise.
But one minute could be said to be enough.
Brando took one last look at the fierce battle at the frontline, then turned his head. Some scattered Demon Spirits in the forest had already bypassed the defensive line and came to their flank. But there were Freya and Metisha in that direction, so it wasn't a problem for the time being.
But when he looked over there, he suddenly reached out his hand and instantly activated his Space Element. A Demon Spirit that was still wandering in the distance couldn't resist at all, and was instantly swallowed by the power of space, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared not far away from him.
It was the soul of a female Elven Mage, who seemed to have been a beautiful lady when she was alive, but now she had become a thoughtless shell. This Demon Spirit was seized by Brando's Elemental Power and was forcibly stripped to this place. For a moment, it seemed to be confused, but Brando had already taken out a Magic Crystal from his pocket. The strong magic aura emitted by the crystal instantly attracted the Demon Spirit, and she immediately turned around.
At that moment, the hunter girl Peya and the little prince on the wolf's back screamed in fright.
The Elven Mage's wide-open eyes couldn't see the whites at all, but were pitch black, like a ghost. Her mouth was also full of black smoke, and her whole body was like a puppet overflowing with dark magic. This terrifying appearance, coupled with the near-perfect curves of her naked upper body, was filled with a strange sense of beauty.
"Haruze."
"T … Teacher?"
"Here's a gift for you." Brando suddenly pulled open the back collar of the little prince Haruze and threw the Magic Crystal inside. The cold crystal immediately made the beautiful boy shiver, and his face seemed to be even paler, "Ah-!"
But before this short cry could finish, it came to an abrupt stop. Because he had already seen that pair of pitch-black eyes staring at him.
Erouine, the future King, was stunned –
"Brando, what are you doing?" Freya just happened to see this scene when she turned her head.
"T … Teacher?" Haruze asked in trepidation.
Brando didn't answer them, he smiled slightly and picked out a Glimmering Magic Sword that he had prepared long ago from the Dimensional Space. Then he threw it to the prince's side, "This sword is called Hillcrest's Loyalty I. Take it now and kill that Demon Spirit."
The little prince was completely dumbfounded and looked at him pitifully.
"Go!" Brando said sternly, "If you don't kill her, she will kill you."
The little prince was frightened by Brando's reprimand, and then he picked up the sword on the ground tremblingly – but the sword was obviously too heavy for him, and he had to use both hands to barely hold the hilt. The blade dragged on the ground in a very undignified manner, and his face was red, and he was about to cry.
But he sniffed hard and still turned to the Demon Spirit, trembling.
Brando looked at the little prince's weak appearance, just like a pitiful little girl.
He raised his head and saw that the Devil Spirit was almost a hundred and forty feet away from him. In fact, he had already seen it raise its thin and long arms.
He shook his head and decided to help Haruze again.
The next moment –
The little prince disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the Demon Spirit. At that moment, both Haruze and the Demon Spirit opposite him seemed to be startled. The little prince was shocked by the sudden appearance of the monster in front of him, and the Demon Spirit was shocked by the unexpected appearance of its prey in close combat range.
Both of them opened their mouths at the same time and stared at each other.
"Student Haruze," Brando reminded, "If you don't take care of him in five minutes, the next time I see Mikaya, I will make you change into women's clothing –"
"Women's clothing?" At this time, Peya, who was dumbfounded, seemed to react, "Wait, who is Hillcrest?" She seemed to be very concerned about the magic sword.
"He is a Knight. It is said that a wizard riding a dragon killed his fiancée and his whole family. Later, in order to get revenge, he specially developed a set of tactics to deal with wizards. Although this set of legacies has been lost, his sword was left behind, which is the famous Wizard's Nemesis. "Brando replied.
"I seem to have heard my father tell this story …" Peya blinked her dark eyes, "But why is that sword called Hillcrest's Loyalty I?"
"Because I made ten of this sword."
Brando answered simply.
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