Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 182 The battle is over
"Damn it! Stop him!" Shulahat gave the order immediately.

He also arranged some monsters outside the battlefield, intending to use them to support the retreating army, but he didn't expect them to come in handy here.

However, the scene reflected in the light screen made him even more horrified.

That man is so fast!
The flying monsters that tried to intercept him couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes and were easily left behind. Even if they tried to block it with their bodies, they would be torn to pieces in an instant by the opponent's magic.

As the distance got closer, the human figure in the light curtain rapidly enlarged and became clearer and clearer.

Shulahat stared at the figure that was getting closer and closer, trying to see clearly the arrogant human who dared to rush towards him alone.

He invested more magic power into the Eye of the Abyss and fixed his gaze on the guy's increasingly clear face.

Black hair...a young human male face...a calm expression and eyes that seemed calm but concealed endless murderous intent.
There was also the familiar long sword hanging at the other person's waist, unsheathed.

Memories of the past began to surface, the battle two hundred years ago that left a deep impression on him.

That terrifying human swordsman and the elves' holy sword Atos held by him.

And the attack that tore through all his defenses and severed his horns.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!!!"

Shulahat was struck by lightning, and his whole body froze in place. The blood color on his face instantly faded away, leaving only a deathly pale color.

The immense fear even made him forget to breathe for a moment, until the feeling of suffocation brought him back to reality.

He raised his hand and touched the top of his head with trembling hands. There should have been a thick demon horn there, but now there was only a smooth and flat broken end.

This break was his lifelong shame, and it was also the real reason why he had been hiding for two hundred years and never dared to show up again.

"It is he! The swordsman! That sword, Athos, that very sword!"

Shulahat's voice was distorted by extreme fear, filled with disbelief. "How could he still be alive? It's been two hundred years! How can a human live for two hundred years!?"

In order to prevent the possibility of this man living a long life, she had clearly increased her hiding time from one hundred years to two hundred years, just to ensure that this man died completely.

"Why...why is he still alive? Why is he here!?"

The huge sense of absurdity instantly made Shulahat panic.

The figure that once brought him the breath of death, the swordsman he thought had long been buried by time, not only did not disappear, but appeared before him again.

Moreover, he is with the equally terrifying elf magician Celia!
All the calculations and plans seem so pale at this moment.

Delaying time? The plan of the Kingdom of El?
In front of this man holding a holy sword, with terrifying strength and unpredictable mystery, everything becomes unimportant.

"Run! We must leave here immediately!" This was the only thought left in Shulahat's mind.

He stopped the magic without hesitation and activated the backup plan he had prepared long ago.

It was a small teleportation array that required a huge amount of magic power to activate. Shulahart originally thought that he would not be able to use it, but he did not expect that it would come in handy at this time.

He mobilized all his magic power into the teleportation array, even at the cost of overdrawing it, but it was still a little short.

But fortunately he was prepared.

Shulahat took out a special magic item, replenished the missing magic power, and finally successfully activated this small teleportation array.

A space door with an ominous light flickering on the edge slowly opened in front of him. On the other side of the door was the safe coordinate point he had preset in advance.

In order to open this small teleportation array, Shulahat's own magic power was directly overdrawn, and he would not be able to use magic for a long time in the future.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less.

Just when the space gate barely expanded to a size large enough for one person to pass through, he couldn't wait to step into it, without even taking the time to look back.

In the instant before his figure completely disappeared, an attack struck the airspace above the cave where he stood, piercing through the thick rock and creating a large crater in the spot where he had just stood. It was the swordsman! He was already above him.

"Shurahat..."

A voice came into Shulahat's ears.

Even though I had never told him my name, he had already guessed it. His sharpness was truly terrifying.

Shulahat accelerated with all his strength and threw himself completely into that space.

Then the space door suddenly closed behind him, leaving only a slowly recovering space ripple.

He escaped successfully, just like he did two hundred years ago.

But Lord's cold voice was deeply engraved in his soul, more unforgettable than the pain he felt two hundred years ago.

He knew that his greatest enemy had not disappeared, but had returned in a more terrifying form.

And the other party has obviously remembered him.

Lord hovered over the area where the cave was located.

Below him, a large hole was opened directly in a part of the mountain, revealing the rock inside.

Lord stared at the hole he had bombed. Just now, the moment he sensed Shulahat's breath and released the attack, Shulahat's breath disappeared.

Judging from the remaining spatial fluctuations, the other party seemed to have used some kind of teleportation magic.

"Tsk...you run really fast."

Lord didn't expect that Shulahat would dare to waste his original source and overdraw his magic power to open the teleportation array. It was obvious that he was scared by himself.

It seems that the sword strike two hundred years ago left a significant psychological shadow on the opponent.

He hovered in the air and did not pursue.

The landing point of space teleportation is unknown, and it is difficult to locate it by forced tracking, and it is easy to fall into the opponent's trap.

More importantly, although the battle of White Castle is nearing its end, it is not completely over yet, and Volame is still there.

Moreover, since Shulahart appeared here, Lord was even more certain that the other party was delaying him and his group.

The Western Kingdom of El is the real key.

If Shulahat sent a large army to delay Elsword at all costs, or even commanded it personally, and its core target was Elsword, the consequences would be disastrous if the holy sword fell into the hands of the demons.

Even if you guess wrong, it doesn't matter. Just think of it as resolving disputes among humans.

After these two failures, it will be difficult for the enemy to gather enough troops in a short time, so the dwarves don’t have to worry for the time being.

He cast flying magic on the spot and returned to the White Castle.

At this time, the fighting outside the city was basically over.

Celie was suspended in the air, the magical aura around her not yet completely subsided.

The ground beneath her feet was in shambles, dotted with huge magical craters.

The ten demons that besieged her, as well as those who tried to rescue her later, were all killed and turned into ashes.

The dwarf warriors were cheering as they cleaned up the last few scattered monsters, looking at Celie with eyes full of awe.

(End of this chapter)