Inside the ship, the battlefield.
Outside, it was also a battlefield.
The strange and powerful Evil God had occupied half of the world. It had been forced into a corner, and the beast's final counterattack was the fiercest.
Under its rage, the gloomy world became even more dangerous. The dark night even began to erode the warship's domain.
On the fourth deck, the battle to the death was getting more and more intense.
Most of the soldiers were thrown into the battlefield outside, but there were still newcomers and those who stayed behind. They were lucky enough to witness this incredible scene.
"Clang clang clang!"
The sound of metal clashing came from afar. It seemed that someone was fighting.
But when the sound came to the side, only two fleeting shadows could be seen, and then flashed by.
Some low-level War Spirit Puppets instinctively tried to stop them, but they were either dodged by the black shadow or torn apart by the silver shadow chasing after them.
"Clang!"
There was another fierce collision. Rorschach slammed into the wall, but quickly rolled away.
He avoided the next dense attack, and then used the momentum to jump to the deck.
"Clang!"
What greeted him was another fierce attack. With the wings obtained from the power of truth, the heavy knight could actually float for a short period of time.
The brute force and stamina of the strengthened limbs were terrifying. Even with heavy armor, Jack was still agile and fast. Rorschach could not pull away from him.
This time, Rorschach could only choose to accelerate again, even if he knew that this was Jack's goal.
"Damn it, the difference in experience is too big, stamina …"
If only looking at sword skills, Rorschach, who did not even remember when he became a Sword Saint, was slightly ahead.
And with the Raging Flame Magic Sword that could threaten the Silver Elf Knight, the two sides should be able to compete. But after a short exchange, Jack discovered Rorschach's weakness.
"Your stamina is too weak, so weak that it can't even compare to a first step professional who has completed all the basic training."
Jack's words, even if mocking, were also probing. Rorschach's unconcealable expression gave him an answer that made him happy.
"It seems that your stamina is not good enough?"
And Rorschach covered his mouth, which explained everything.
Found the opponent's weakness? Good, let's make a breakthrough.
For Jack, the next step was to fight for time without hesitation.
As long as there was a chance for weapons to clash, Jack would unhesitatingly use brute force, even if it would cause damage to his weapon and greatly consume his stamina … because it was obvious that his opponent wouldn't be able to withstand this.
Roxia's right hand was shaken to the point where it felt like it was about to break. But, the worst part was that his stamina was getting closer and closer to his limit, as well as his internal organs that were constantly sounding alarms.
Rorschach finally reached the upper deck of the ship. He was panting heavily, and it was hard to tell the difference between his sweat and rainwater.
In the distance, the battle between the behemoths and the warriors was getting more and more intense. Beams of colorful light tore the sky apart, and under the dark clouds, heavy rain began to fall.
The raindrops the size of grains of rice hit the deck and the rain drenched the young man's black tights. The wet clothes made him feel even more uncomfortable.
The icy chill that was draining his stamina and the dark, wet battlefield were not good news for him right now.
The only good news was that his pursuers had temporarily stopped.
It wasn't that Jack was giving Rorschach a chance to catch his breath. Instead, it was that the "rest period" for the battle had arrived.
In order to maintain his combat strength, Jack had to use his Holy Emblem's abilities to buff himself.
"Damn it, this monster, no matter if it's mana or stamina, he's definitely consuming several times more than me."
Jack's stamina was also greatly depleted by such a reckless fighting style, as well as his full-body heavy armor, which was the least suitable for such a fighting style.
Not only that, he also had to maintain several Silver Emblem abilities, which exceeded the limits of an ordinary Silver Emblem Knight. His mana consumption was even more ridiculous.
But judging from Jack's unobstructed movements and unchanging expression, even though his mana consumption was several times more than Rorschach's, he was still far from reaching his bottom line.
"Is this the difference between us?"
Stamina? All he had to do was continue training. But the Rorschach from Earth … Cough, cough, actually, it was also possible for him to replenish his stamina with Aura. After all, Aura was the energy of life, and veterans could easily use it.
But Rorschach had only been in Aishi for a few months, so he didn't have much Aura to begin with. He had to use Aura for both slashing and running, so he had already used up most of his Aura.
His mana reserves were the super-small mana pool Olivia's Magic Box. Plus, his current physical body had plenty of mana, and his mana regeneration was also fast, so he still had enough.
But the problem now was that Rorschach's mana alone was useless. His exposed stamina had become his weakness.
Indeed, there were magic spells that used mana to replenish stamina and strength. Most magic warriors rarely used offensive magic, and since they didn't have enough mana, they would use their mana on support abilities. Magic swordsmen also had a large number of buff spells in their job class …
At this moment, Rorschach had already made up his mind. If he could return alive, he would definitely learn a few buff spells no matter what. He wouldn't be able to use his massive mana reserves at all.
"But it's not like I didn't gain anything, haha."
Rorschach was looking at Jack's black staff … Yes, no matter what color it used to be, it was now black. No matter what weapon it used to be, it was probably the closest thing to a mace now.
Five minutes ago, it was still an expensive magic weapon. But now, its spearhead had been melted into a twisted piece of black iron by the high temperature, and its lethality had been greatly reduced.
Although the dozens of collisions between the Flame Sword and the spear had depleted Rorschach's stamina, it had also pushed this high-quality weapon to its limit.
And Jack himself wasn't unscathed.
Under the silver armor that was also stained with black marks, there were also traces of burns. His exposed skin was also covered with frightening scalds.
If he took off his shirt now, his entire upper body would be red, and the color would be like a cooked mantis shrimp.
As the signature ability of a high-level Fire Spirit Swordsman, the Flame Sword's high-temperature lethality was already trustworthy. The combination of the Sword Saint's sword aura and the Flame Sword's magic blade was even more effective.
"This hairdryer is really strong."
Every time they collided, Rorschach deliberately swung the air blade with a burning sword wind, just like an invisible flame whip in the air.
Jack, who was obsessed with fighting with his sword, couldn't be defeated at all. He could only use his body and armor to resist.
Every time he hit with full force, the burning wind would turn the corridor into a sea of fire, and the pressure on Jack would be even greater.
The Silver Emblem Knight's job characteristics were versatile and practical. They were heavily armed and had high defense, but they didn't have the skills and ability to deal with magic. Rorschach's attack could be considered to have hit the opponent's weakness.
The silver armor that was originally designed to defend against slashes had excellent thermal conductivity. Fortunately, Jack was not an ordinary Silver Emblem Knight. After being burned by the intense heat, he was still only scalded.
What would happen to an ordinary Silver Emblem Knight? It should have been cooked long ago.
But from another perspective, if he didn't use the sword aura so recklessly, Rorschach probably wouldn't be so tired.
Both sides were preparing for the next round of battle, but Rorschach regretted giving his opponent enough time. Just how many buffs did this Jack have?
"The Goddess's Love."
A green light that represented life slowly flowed out of the silver emblem on Jack's right hand, and the scalded wounds on Jack's body actually began to slowly heal.
"Silver Equipment."
At the same time, Jack unhesitatingly tossed away his mace and casually waved his hand, causing three silver spears to appear in his right hand.
Fine, Jack had high attack and high defense, and he could even heal himself. Although his healing obviously wasn't professional, he was doing the work of an entire team by himself. Since he was so well-rounded, why didn't he ascend to the heavens … Fine, he could fly, he could fly.
Jack flapped his wings and floated up into the sky. Judging from how he raised his hand, the next attack should be a fatal spear throw aimed at Jack's vitals.
"This isn't fair at all. It's fine if I hit you, but you hit me once, and then … there's no then."
Although Rorschach was complaining, he didn't complain at all.
Wasn't it only natural that Jack would be stronger since he had more experience and had trained longer than him?
Rorschach shook his head slightly and shook off the raindrops on his face. He then focused all his attention on the Avian Knight in the air.
When Jack chose to fight a battle of attrition, Rorschach was forced to fight. This battle had already become a battle of willpower and spirit.
Would Jack's mana run out first? Or would Rorschach's stamina run out first? Perhaps someone would die because of a mistake before this.
* Boom! *
However, the tremors beneath Jack's feet provided him with a fourth and fifth choice: fall to his death, or explode to his death.
The deck began to shake, but this was still only the prelude.
“boom！”
This time, the explosion came from where Rorschach had been standing not long ago. The violent tremors from his feet to his tailbone made Rorschach wonder if the engine room still existed.
It would seem that all the bombs had finally gone off in a chain reaction.
"How much longer can I last? Ten minutes? Five minutes? "
Victory Day, a war commander-level heavy battleship, was the pride of the silver elves.
From the design to the collection of materials, from the beginning of construction to the use of the water, with the Silver Elven Gods' manpower and experience, it only took seven years to successfully float and put it into use.
The glorious battleship was filled with all kinds of powerful weapons and equipment. The enormous hangar could store sixty standard magic armors, and there were all kinds of living facilities inside to support the Descenders in a battle of attrition for three months without additional supplies.
In the harsh environment of Ansolion, this meant that he would be able to expand his influence further and obtain more resources, which would allow him to expand his influence even further.
"The pride of the silver elves, our sharpest spear."
The current highest Silver Elven God had once given this battleship the highest praise.
However, everyone on the ground who saw the battleship's current state instantly understood that this priceless battleship, the embodiment of the silver elves' pride, was about to be finished.
"The engine room has exploded, the energy pool is blocked and out of control, the mage tower's magic valve is malfunctioning, it may explode at any time. Everyone, abandon the ship and retreat, everyone, retreat!"
When the panicked broadcast sounded, Rorschach looked at the birdman knight in the sky and revealed a sincere smile.
"Didn't you hear the broadcast? We should take refuge … "
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