Capítulo 633: D229.
“Incredible…”
The Hero observed the situation on the battlefield, her erald green pupils slightly contracting.
She could clearly perceive that presence, like a moving fortress, emanating an unparalleled oppressive aura on the battlefield, providing comprehensive support and restraint for the Kingdom Army.
That was the high-ranking legend of the Kingdom Army, surrounded by many Professionals, that male figure agile, like a sharply defined sculpture, constantly performing a dance.
His movents were smooth yet powerful, combining explosive strength with elegant beauty, as if performing a ritual dance dedicated to a God, filled with a sense of sanctity.
As his posture danced, every step resonated with the Magic Elent in the air, interacting with the totem poles scattered across the military formation. Here, clearly an ancient and ruined Sanctuary, felt like the grandest concert hall in the Capital, playing a symphony-like heart-shaking symphony.
With the lody playing, indistinct soul figures appeared in the void—they were the ghosts of the Spellcasters who fell here, similar in essence to the slave souls of the Demon Mages, yet exuding a completely different temperant, advancing and retreating together with the kingdom’s army like Holy Spirits.
Five-colored lights scattered, a holy musical piece played, under this fairy tale-like Divine Domain, the Kingdom Army, like a gathering of legendary heroes, advanced slowly yet steadily with unstoppable montum.
The Winged People in the sky attempted to swoop down and assault but were easily crushed by the firepower thrown by the Spellcasters’ ghosts, while the enemies attempting to block the Kingdom Army on the ground were, without exception, pulverized by the warriors clad in Blessings.
The battle situation showed an almost one-sided trend.
However, the Hero knew in her heart that the strength gap between the Winged People and the human Professionals was not as wide as it seed.
What truly changed all of this, was that man in the center of the Kingdom Army, ruling the battlefield with the Kagura Dance.
The Hero herself also possessed the posture of a Praying Light Dancer, so she could understand that person’s strength even better.
[The Spirit God Mage leads the Kingdom Army forward. (Totem Pole: 8)]
6d593 d287 70 51=(551) (284) (302) (414) (148) (61) d287(238) 121=2119
Note: Strength 133 60, Inner God D3, Legion D3 51, Original Totem 400, Dance and Music D Charm 70
[The Winged People Clan Leader leads the Winged People in resistance (Filthy Wing Army D3 51)]
6d443 198 51=(81) (147) (325) (310) (272) (368) 249=1752
[The resistance of the Filthy Wing Army failed]
The Winged People attacking toward the Kingdom Army fell from the sky like birds in a rain of arrows, their wingless bodies withering on the earth.
And the Winged People Clan Leader, arriving a step too late, couldn’t reverse this decline.
Clutching the pitch-black greatsword with both hands, he roared furiously, leading many Winged People, swooping toward the Kingdom Army like an obsidian hurricane.
However, the roar didn’t last long before the Winged People scattered under the coordinated multiple strikes of the Kingdom Army.
Sword and magic wove into a destructive frenzy, tearing the Winged People’s counterattack apart, with blood and corpses falling like raindrops.
The Hero stood at a distance, her pupils trembling as she watched that battlefield; compared to this tragic scene, her previous battles seed like re child’s play.
“This is what real war is…”
She whispered softly, her throat dry as she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, shocked by the clamor of the charge, while also realizing the Spirit God Mage at the center of the formation was the one guiding it all.
Once he began the ritual dance, the Kingdom Army reversed its decline, advancing with unstoppable force, hardly damaged, causing heavy casualties to the Winged People Army.
However, also constrained by his dance, the Kingdom Army’s advance was steady but slow, unable to pursue quickly. This allowed the agile Winged People to scatter swiftly and withdraw in disorder.
The brief clash quickly ended, leaving behind dozens of corpses as the Winged People reluctantly retreated under their leader’s command. The Kingdom Army re-ford swiftly, advancing steadily, like a precise war machine, ruthless and efficient.
“Quickly follow them—”
The Hero whispered to another part of herself and the Demon Mage.
“You take her over, I don’t want to move.”
But the Depraved Hero didn’t move, only slightly raised her chin, her gaze wandering toward the Kingdom Army resting at the end.
Feeling the lazy reluctance from another part of herself, the Hero didn’t question why and simply disengaged the Twin Transformation state.
Under the slightly surprised gaze of the Demon Mage, the black-haired Depraved Hero lazily stretched, and then her figure gradually beca transparent, turning into ethereal ether particles, flowing back into the Hero.
After all, she’s been like this not just a day or two, and it saves so Magic Power.
However, the Hero vaguely sensed that another part of herself seed to be hiding another reason.
Though she is her own other half, people can never completely understand themselves.
And now, the Hero no longer sees another part of herself as a Curse, as long as she didn’t speak up, it wouldn’t be sothing harmful to herself.
With optimistic thoughts, the Hero began tidying herself up; she simply dealt with her clothes, tearing open the holes and deftly tying her top around her waist, revealing the smooth lines of her waist, the White Snake hair ornant binding her long hair into a ponytail, and a few torn rags tied to her wrists.
Despite the original ragged appearance, under the Hero’s skillful hands, it beca presentable again, even though half of her shoulder and waist were exposed. The competent temperant grew along with the exposed skin, as if she transford from a fleeing city girl into a wild hunter in the wilderness.
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