Under the divine blade, visible from thousands of miles away and capable of obliterating the entire capital upon descent, even the iron colossus seed insignificant, let alone a re human.
Seraphina leaped into the sky without hesitation, appearing a thousand tis more foolish than a moth to a fla.
Yet, she did not consider herself foolish; she believed she was doing the right thing.
Ansel would not watch die; he would give the chance to defeat this old wretch.
If… not, it didn't matter.
It would an that my death could help Ansel.
No matter what—
A wild and fierce smile spread across the wolf's face. At this mont, her soul roared defiantly, scorning even death and the gods.
No matter what, I will fulfill my duty as Ansel's pact head. I am his shield, his chariot!
Her body collided with the blood-fla sword of destruction.
At the sa ti, the maniacal laughter of Ephesande abruptly ceased.
"Flalle... Flalle!"
The frenzied empress roared in fury, "Are you plotting against !? Co out and fight ! Co out! Co out!!"
The moth that should have been reduced to ashes by the great fla was not consud by the destruction.
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She wasn't… even touched by the flas.
Because the emblem hanging from her collar, the nine-headed serpent emblem symbolizing Hydral, suddenly shone brightly!
"This is..."
Seraphina's face lit up with realization in less than half a second.
This was the birthday gift from Flalle, the family emblem recognized by Hydral!
But that wasn't the key. The key was that Flalle had told Seraphina that this emblem contained the power to withstand the full force of a divine species for ten seconds!
"I knew it... Ansel!"
Under the protection of the light, Seraphina's already fearless heart burned even hotter. She stared intently at the empress, who seed to have fallen into a frenzy. A dark shadow spread from behind her, quickly transforming into a colossal figure over a hundred ters tall!
The projection of Hydral appeared, the nine-headed serpent standing atop the capital, roaring to the sky alongside its head of strength!
The hunt... for a true god!
"This is..." Ravenna's eyes widened slightly.
"It's my father."
Ansel said softly, "Even now, I am still under his protection... I have never felt more certain of my choices, Ravenna."
"Thank you."
He said, looking directly into Ravenna's eyes, as he reached out and tore open his chest.
Ansel of Hydral revealed the source of his life, the foundation of his power, to the person he trusted most.
"So..." The young man smiled lightly, removing a ring from his beating heart, "It's my turn to save you."
"How could you think I would stand by and watch you disappear from my sight again?"
In the third second, the colossal serpent shadow fearlessly coiled around the divine sword of heavenly fire. With the protection of Flalle's power, it forcibly shattered the sword, turning it into a sky full of flas.
In the fourth second, Ephesande, upon seeing the nine-headed serpent shadow, roared Flalle's na in complete madness. The entire capital began to tremble and roar, and then it was... uprooted!
No... not just the capital, but tens of thousands of square kiloters of land rose into the sky amidst wails, while the overwhelming blood flas swept down, as if to destroy the entire land!
"You psycho... don't destroy my capital, my empire!"
"This is mine... it's mine!"
Already in extre rage, Evora beca equally violent under Ephesande's completely insane actions. The Etheric Armant on her body, which could perfectly amplify the wearer's mastery of ether and essence, released an almost overloading brilliance.
A twisted light flashed across the sky above the tens of thousands of square kiloters of land uprooted by Ephesande, and the overwhelming blood flas seed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to burn down imdiately.
Not wanting her already insane mother to destroy the capital, Evora directly created an independent space of such enormous size between the Flafeast fire and the capital as a barrier. Only by burning through this enormous space could the Flafeast fire continue its descent of destruction.
"Ansel!!!"
But Evora knew that even delaying for two seconds would be a blessing. The essence of the Flafeast fire... was to burn everything to the [Keystone]!
A space with myriad mysteries to sorcerers was just slightly harder wood to the Flafeast fire.
But without needing Ansel, Seraphina, who could now act, was already laughing wildly as she charged at Ephesande without fear of death!
She had nothing to fear. If she didn't dare to face the empress even with this talisman, how could she talk about devouring gods and tearing apart fate?!
In the fifth second, Ephesande, with eyes seemingly dominated by the abyss, turned her gaze to Seraphina.
She rely extended an index finger towards Seraphina.
The Flafeast fire erupted, and although most of it was neutralized, so blood flas still burned through the barrier created by Flalle!
The emblem's radiant light began to compensate, trying to extinguish the blood flas, but the Flafeast fire, which burned everything, had already touched Seraphina's body.
In the sixth second, the tug-of-war between blood flas and light did not imdiately reduce Seraphina to nothingness. However, even so, her arm, tainted by the blood flas, was burned to white bone, and the flas were rapidly spreading across her body!
The threat of complete death descended. Seraphina could feel the overwhelming darkness, the suffocating sensation, the phantom pain of all her flesh being stripped away.
She seed about to die. Even with the protection of another divine species, how could a re third-stage being survive the direct assault of another divine species, even for a mont?
Am I going to die?
At this mont, as Seraphina's pupils contracted to the extre, ti seed to stand still.
She felt the scythe of death shaving her flesh, slowly scraping her bones, aiming the blade at her throat.
No, I can't die here.
Ansel still needs ; this is not my end.
I must beco stronger; I must go... higher and farther.
Together with Ansel!
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