"What a terrifying power, truly worthy of being our empire’s strongest."
"Do you really have the mood to marvel at this right now?" Olivia sighed, "That thing is here to destroy everything."
"What can I do? I can’t beat it, so all I can do is stand here and marvel."
"That Black Sun... is not Father."
Olivia quietly watched the Black Sun and suddenly spoke.
Alice spread her hands and said:
"How do you know?"
Olivia sighed and said, "That thing should be the ultimate trump card of the Love God’s dark side."
"You an..."
"The Black Sun up there... is a painting."
Alice opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say for a mont.
Olivia said with a troubled look: "I know Lady Xilin’s paintings are strong, but is there no limit to these things?"
Lady Xilin’s works are a good thing.
Whether it’s the nearly indestructible Snow Country walls or Louis’ painted door, they have magical effects.
According to Louis, the painting corresponds to reality. If the real object corresponding to the painting is destroyed, the summoned scene from the painting gains nearly indestructible properties.
This is also why Louis, with just a painting, trapped the Love God’s dark side back then.
But now, the tables have turned against them.
The ones being trapped by Xilin’s painting are them now.
"Are you saying that’s Lady Xilin’s painting?"
A solemn voice appeared beside the two.
They turned around and saw the Fla Knight standing there, unmoving for a long ti.
Olivia nodded and said:
"It certainly isn’t Father. The Purgatory Dragon’s power is also of the Divine Realm; no matter how strong Father is, he shouldn’t be unscathed... unless that Black Sun doesn’t have the concept of being injured."
Aaron nodded and said:
"If that’s the case, then there’s still a chance."
"What do you an?" Olivia frowned.
"If it’s Lady Xilin’s painting, it’s absolutely impossible for the Black Sun to stay in the sky forever."
The two won suddenly understood.
Alice laughed and said: "You an that the Black Sun will soon self-destruct?"
"Yes, no matter how strong Xilin is, no matter how precious the painting left behind, it can’t allow the Black Sun to exist for a long ti in the world."
Aaron sighed.
The Black Sun was too powerful.
So powerful that it exceeded the limits of what a painting could contain.
In this situation, even if soone could replicate this power, they would constantly have to endure the backlash.
Ultimately, if this thing doesn’t disappear... the Love God’s dark side would only need to wield this painting in front of all the top forces once to make most of them bow.
The reason they don’t do this is simply because...
They can’t.
Understanding this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
If it’s not doable, then there’s still a chance.
Olivia thought for a mont and said, "Go help him (Louis), I can hold on here for a while."
"Alright."
Logically, the one who should be helped most is Olivia’s side.
But since the other side said this, it ant they had made a judgnt, and freeing Louis first would be more beneficial to Lokeshi.
Of course, he sowhat understood why the princess would think this way.
Looking at the "demiplane" that instantly enveloped the entire Imperial Capital and the Endless Wilderness beyond, he also couldn’t calm down for a long ti.
What a... what an expansive demiplane, no, is this still the demiplane as he knew it?
He, with his demigod perception, couldn’t even grasp the boundaries of the demiplane.
This could very well be an almost complete world.
Such terrifying power was released imdiately, showing just how anxious Louis was.
He feared being a step too slow, unable to protect the princess of the Ense Empire.
Indeed, a demigod’s demiplane is the ultimate way to maximize their ho field advantage.
But many forget that starting a battle within a demiplane does grant a boost in combat power but also ans the battlefield moves inside their territory.
Only the demigod knows how painful the resulting damage is.
Doing this now was out of desperation.
But...
To witness this strongman gradually becoming a legend at their peak, what an exhilarating thing it is.
Seeing nurous small suns rising in the sky, their terrifying shockwaves shaking the surroundings.
He laughed heartily, took up his longsword, transford into the rising sun, and charged in that direction.
"I’m here to assist you!"
Amidst a bold, hearty laugh, the battle, which resembled a ga of Go, suddenly had a scorching red piece fall onto the board.
The original back-and-forth tug-of-war instantly turned chaotic.
Helr retreated half a step, a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
"Is this knight carrying the na of the Scorching Sun? Truly a worthy opponent."
The Knight of the Scorching Sun said nothing. He simply gathered all his energy and spirit into his longsword and fiercely struck at Helr.
Louis remained silent.
He was the kind of player who struck suddenly.
Facing soone head-on was a last resort.
Maximizing his agility and using supre martial skills to obliterate the opponent’s energy was what suited him best.
Now, Aaron’s arrival made that possible.
This eldest brother, whom he had t once in his early years, was truly an unparalleled warrior.
It wasn’t that his strength was as imperial as an emperor’s.
Instead, his simple yet solid fighting gave him a profound sense of security.
Helr’s situation imdiately beca challenging.
If it were one-on-one, this Knight of the Scorching Sun would soon be defeated, becoming one of his ghostly victims.
But now, there was no way to suppress this person.
Louis, that madman, fought without limits.
He hated this kind of opponent.
Because he fought the sa way.
The style of fighting varies from person to person.
But generally speaking, there is neither good nor bad.
But a style without good or bad can still be distinguished as superior or inferior because fighting is a mirror, and what it reflects will be determined by whether you are a person or a ghost.
Now... Helr was seeing ghosts.
Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill: Serpent Blade Form: Hidden Sword Style.
Helr gritted his teeth, looking at the divine weapon mixed in with the Knight of the Scorching Sun’s desperate defensive counterattack, suddenly hitting his body by surprise.
——And the small sword that suddenly ejected from the blade, piercing his armor, and the stinger from the small sword, stabbing his arm like a scorpion tail.
Filthy, truly damn filthy!
Tearing through the Knight of the Scorching Sun’s defense, about to face Louis’ Serpent Blade.
Blocking the frontal assault of the Serpent Blade only to be struck by the penetrating small sword from the trailing "serpent head".
Struggling to parry the small sword that pierced his flesh after the armor was breached, he then had to deal with the rain-like stingers that followed from the small sword and covered his face.
With the ever-changing Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill, who knew how many playstyles it could manifest?
The wilder the approach, the stranger the style.
There was a wild player in "The King’s Avatar" in a previous life, who played marvels with a Myriad Manifestations Umbrella.
But compared to the Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill, the sheer variety of changes was not even on the sa level.
A master?
Louis was targeting masters!
For a while, Helr was subdued into silence.
His previously lofty spirit had been significantly doused.
This ti, he had to admit that with soone aiding him, this man...
Could thoroughly disrupt his strategy.
He glanced deeply at the Knight of the Scorching Sun.
"This duel is my loss, but Louis, how many people can you find who can collaborate with you?"
He clutched his arm, now pierced like a porcupine, and retreated.
The current situation no longer allowed him to delay further.
A flicker of anger passed through his heart.
Too weak!
Still too weak!
Given the current conditions, if he faced Louis again, would he have to step back half a step as he did today?
He wouldn’t allow it!
He was Helr, the Demon King, the nesis of all living things.
How could he allow himself to admit defeat so easily?
Finally, a thought crossed his mind.
He rembered the Iron Throne.
He had spent many years finally breaking free from the influence of the Iron Throne, stepping away from it, no longer infused with the power of the four gods.
And now, to gain power, he must willingly sit back on it.
No other reason, he still had a mission to complete.
And he...
Wasn’t strong enough.
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