Sophia's sigh was like a bolt of lightning that pierced through her heart. The thick fog was dispelled, and her memories surfaced one after another.
After learning from Relph that the secret of the Sun King was hidden in the underground palace of the Gorse family, in order to become the only heir of the Holy Helvetic Empire, Sophia chose to cooperate with Ulrich, Duke of the Gorse family, and Metatron, the Glorious Crown, to set up this amazing trap. She did not even hesitate to betray her best friend and her loyal Knight.
However, in the end, her partner turned out to be an irrational monster. If it were not for Deniz's self-sacrifice, Sophia would have fallen into the abyss of death. All her ambitions and all her greed would have become bubbles of nothingness.
The reason why he was in such a desperate situation was because of greed. Unrestrained greed, greed without a bottom line. No wonder the mysterious mage would sigh at him and say, "Ah, greed …"
Sophia recalled the time when she mocked Frederick, Beyer, and Arthen, and compared it with the current situation, it was so ironic!
Regret, annoyance, pain, pessimism, despair, and self-abandonment were all mixed up in Sophia's heart. However, she was also a person who cherished her life very much. Her desire to live was so great that it was beyond her imagination. She had such a noble status, a beauty that was sought after by many people, a luxurious and exquisite life, fun and fun things to do, and a youthful age that belonged to her. How could she die like this?
No! I haven't enjoyed enough! I still want to become a senior-rank sorcerer! I still want my love! I still want to live for another five hundred years!
I don't want to die!
All her thoughts, desires, and emotions converged into this cry. Sophia placed all her hopes on Lucien, who was standing in front of her.
Although Lucien was a horrifying senior-rank sorcerer and her enemy, at least he was still rational and could still communicate with her. As long as Lucien's offer was tempting enough, she might still have a chance to live. Sophia looked up at Miranda, the Devil of Pain, who was surrounded by black smoke at the entrance of the hall. She looked at the half-broken souls that were sucked into the black smoke. Looking at the twisted faces of the souls, Sophia shook her head in fear. If Miranda won, unless the magic circle was broken in advance, she would definitely die in pain!
She stared at the tall figure in black with her green eyes. This was the only hope she could count on. As long as she could live and not lose herself, she would agree to any of his conditions!
With the hope, Sophia quickly calmed down her feelings of pain, self-abandonment, and desperation, but soon, new feelings surged in her heart.
Nervousness, worry, extreme nervousness, extreme worry.
Different from Greed, the Devil of Pain was still in a hazy and chaotic state. It was not as cunning, mysterious, and creepy as the seven demons. However, it was formed with the gold Knight Miranda as its main body. With its level nine strength and speed, the Devil of Pain could defeat almost all senior-rank sorcerers and heavenly Knights.
Could this mysterious sorcerer defeat it?
When Sophia recalled the previous battle, she realized that all the senior-rank spells cast by the mysterious sorcerer in front of her were based on his equipment. The spells that he could cast from his soul were only of the fifth circle. Although the level of a spell was not the most important factor for senior-rank sorcerers, the most important factor was whether the spell was suitable for the current situation and the current battle. However, it was strange that Sophia had never cast a single sixth-circle spell.
Could it be … Could it be that he just became a sixth-circle sorcerer less than a year ago? Except for Spell Trigger, he did not have the time to learn any other sixth-circle spells?
Thinking of this, Sophia's heart tightened again. Desperation and pessimism filled her heart again.
"Merciful and compassionate Lord, please bestow your power upon him and help him kill this evil devil."
Sophia, who was not a devout sorcerer, subconsciously started to pray to the God of Truth. Although it was not right to ask the God of Truth to help a sorcerer, Sophia could not think of anything else.
Many thoughts and emotions flashed in Sophia's mind. It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact, the second hand of the pocket watch in her pocket only ticked three times since Lucien started to complain about Sophia's greed.
As if in a dream, Metatron said,
"Come on, return to the deepest and heaviest pain."
"The nature of the world is pain. The process of life is pain!"
As if Metatron was dragging endless pain, the stars in Lucien's right eye started to move more and more fiercely. However, due to the huge gap between their levels, Lucien could not get a detailed analysis of Metatron like he did when he faced the projection of Greed.
Lucien could only vaguely make out some vague information. It seemed that Metatron's power was too strong, and his will had reached the peak of the legendary level. Although the demon of Pain had a projection in Metatron's mind and was absorbing the demon's power, it still could not completely digest Metatron's consciousness. Metatron was still devouring Metatron's consciousness fiercely.
However, as a level nine sorcerer, Metatron was more than enough to crush all the sorcerers here. Even though I'm holding Pale Justice, I'm afraid that I would be killed by him before I could even cut through the black fog around him. "
As Metatron was murmuring, the twisted faces in the black fog started to speak in pain.
"The birth of life brings the mother's pain …"
"The troubles of growing up bring the pain that can't be removed …"
"Sickness brings the pain …"
"Poverty brings the pain …"
"Love brings the pain …"
"Aging brings the pain …"
"Despair brings the pain …"
"Death brings the pain …"
Every face was telling a different kind of pain. Together with the twisted face, Lucien's mind was oppressed by the psychedelic pain, making him a bit impatient.
"I can't let him go on like this!"
Lucien forced himself to calm down and took out something from his magic pouch.
A phantom that looked like the sun appeared in Metatron's mind, like a glorious crown. However, the black fog around him was thinned out, and the painful faces were speechless.
"Is Metatron's Sunlight Blessing still in conflict with the demon of Pain?"
"This is my chance!"
"If I miss this chance, there will be no more ifs!"
Without hesitation, Lucien threw out the test tube in his hand and started chanting a complicated spell. He also made some complicated gestures to cast a spell.
The sun was getting brighter and brighter, and it seemed that the whole hall was going to be covered by it.
Sophia squinted her eyes, and her heart was filled with bitterness and desperation. Under the light of the Glorious Crown, there was no hope for them to survive.
The crystal test tube was floating in the air, and inside it was a solid, colorless object that was emitting coldness.
Driven by Lucien's incantations and gestures, the colorless object started to twist and wriggle, absorbing the coldness. Soon, the colorless object turned into a long beam of light and lashed at Metatron like a whip.
When Lucien got the Ice and Snow Medal from his teacher, Fernando, Fernando, told him that Hellen, the Witch of Iceland, had successfully made solid helium by pressurizing it. Therefore, Lucien asked the Lord of Storm to make two tubes of solid helium according to Hellen's method and sealed them in a container that was as precious as a senior-rank item.
Lucien would never joke about his own life if he had the right conditions!
The ninth-circle spell, Frost Goddess's Whip!
The long beam of light hit the shining sun.
Metatron did not notice the danger until the ninth-circle spell was formed. It was too late for him to dodge. The black smoke hurriedly rolled back and covered Metatron.
The black smoke was solidified, and so was the air around Metatron. Metatron's blood was frozen, and his skin became like ice crystals. Together with the other solid objects that were reflecting the sunlight, Metatron's body was shining with dazzling colors.
Around the entrance of the hall, there was no longer any air or liquid. The whole place had turned into a world of pure solid. No, there were still things that could move. The twisted and painful faces were shaking from side to side, but they could not get out of the solidified black smoke.
What kind of spell was this? What kind of spell was this? It was so horrible!
After the mysterious sorcerer threw a test tube into the air, Sophia heard some complicated incantations, and a beam of light was formed. The beam of light was nothing special, but it turned out to be such a horrible scene. Sophia's mouth was half open, and she could not believe what she was seeing.
Metatron, the Gold Knight, was a level nine sorcerer!
What kind of sorcerer was he?
Sophia felt that she could no longer guess the power of the mysterious sorcerer. He was not relying on magic items or scrolls!
The only thing she was sure of was that this mysterious sorcerer was very, very powerful!
"If only I could be as strong as him, I would be able to protect myself in the face of danger …" Sophia was so shocked that her mind was about to go blank and let her imagination run wild.
Lucien, on the other hand, was not feeling well. Although he had cast the ninth-circle spell with the help of the precious materials he had prepared in advance, there was still a huge gap between their levels. After casting the Frost Goddess' Whip, his spiritual power was almost drained, and he had a splitting headache. It was impossible for him to cast any other spells.
At this time, Lucien felt something cold on his left hand. The Holm Crown Ring, Origin, had sent the spiritual power back to his body. Lucien's headache was immediately relieved. Without wasting any time, Lucien cast Brute Force.
The coldness of the Frost Goddess' Whip alone was not enough to kill the demon of Pain. Before the ice melted, Lucien had to give the demon a fatal blow.
The solid world quickly collapsed, and one magic spell after another flashed on Lucien's body.
Drops of water were produced, and they immediately turned into white mist. Lucien took out a bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth.
The ice crystals disappeared, and Metatron's body collapsed like snow. Lucien stepped forward with his sword in his hand.
The painful faces twisted into a ball, and black smoke came out of them. Lucien raised his sword high and chopped down hard.
"How did he become a Knight again?" Sophia, who did not know what was going on, suddenly felt relieved. After seeing the mysterious sorcerer cast a spell as powerful as a ninth-circle sorcerer, she seemed to have found hope. She was not so nervous and worried anymore. She was very confident in Lucien.
"Ah!" The scream of pain echoed in the hall. The pale sword of justice hit the weird ball of faces.
Under this faint light, the black gas dissipated. The twisted face that wasn't afraid of being frozen fell apart and turned into nothingness with a scream.
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