Rocks Band: I have 48 Imperial Arms.

"go to hell!"

"—A mere brat"

Looked up.

He looked at Locke.

I wanted to see his terrified expression at the very last moment to ease the frustration and helplessness I felt from being forced into this situation.

But when I looked up...

But his eyes met Locke's slightly parted lips.

"Got you?"

Undisguised malice poured from Locke's slightly curved lips, instantly causing the attacking shadowy figure to lose his composure.

"Wha, what?!"

Pupils constricted, and a tremor ran through my heart.

The reaction was far beyond his expectations, so shocking that even the hand holding 'Carlos' trembled slightly, shaking uncontrollably, and his unease reached its peak.

"Fake!"

"Fake!"

"It's definitely fake, just a way to shock me on purpose!"

He hid so well, how could he possibly be discovered!

Although he kept telling himself that this was just Locke's trick, his body betrayed his fear and anxiety, and he dodged backward, crashing into the nearest mirror with a 0.6-degree movement.

"late!"

The voice, icy cold and seemingly filled with shards of ice, suddenly rang in his ears, instantly shattering the last shred of hope in his heart.

"We're doomed—"

My heart sank.

The swordsman's instinct for danger made him want to unleash a full-force attack to break the deadlock.

but……

The sudden change in the situation didn't give him that chance at all.

Click——

Click! Click!

The dense cold currents covering the mirror surface poured out instantly, and the frost that had gathered in Esdeath's hand also poured out in an instant—true power erupted!

DemonsExtract!

The Essence of Demons!!

Endless frost bloomed on Esdeath's body, making her seem like the Queen of Ice and Snow.

Chapter 143: The freezing cold that chills everything, the Padma Hell!

"Ice Storm - General!!"

An endless chill poured down, instantly transforming into a raging torrent of ice crystals around Esdeath.

It was as if the Ice Age had suddenly arrived.

Frost, indescribable in its intensity, spread around her, and even the mirror surface was instantly covered with ice crystals.

The transparent color was transformed into the deep blue of ice crystals.

Compared to the last time it was used.

Esdeath, who has fought countless battles in the North Sea and left behind a formidable reputation, has clearly become even stronger!

Click!

Click! Click!

Ice crystals condensed upwards, and within the endless frost, a humanoid creature was slowly taking shape.

armor!

Longsword!

face!

Countless ice knights, with their backs straight, walked proudly out of the frost. They didn't look like inanimate objects made of ice at all, but rather like a group of true knights who had been through countless battles and possessed unparalleled fighting spirit!

It was just covered in an ice crystal coat.

His inner strength, however, remains that of a powerful knight who would never regret dying a hundred times over!

Every person possesses a powerful spirit.

They are definitely not mass-produced creatures; the strength they possess is that of the elite among elites, capable of taking on a hundred men single-handedly.

"kill!"

The silent roar of 27 echoed among the ice knights.

Wielding his weapon, he surrounded the shadowy figure, trapping him and preventing him from escaping even a fraction.

wow-

clang-

Ice crystals flew everywhere, ice shards scattered, and various fierce battles raged on.

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"Damn...damn..."

“We’ve fallen into a trap!!”

Looking at Locke and Esdeath, who were watching the show with a relaxed expression.

He knew perfectly well that he had fallen victim to the virus!

but……

Locke was playing a blatantly obvious game of strategy.

Even if he knew in advance.

They had no choice but to go all out and break out of the mirror space for a desperate attack.

Stay inside the whole time?

Locke swaggered forward, directly crossing this space and traversing deeper into it. As a guard, he was essentially giving up and was completely useless.

A surprise attack?

They ran right into Esdeath's prepared ultimate attack.

Two options.

Regardless, Locke won't suffer any losses and can easily achieve his goal. On the contrary, he seems to have a choice, but in reality, he only has one path: a desperate fight!

"Damn you little devil!"

"To force me out, to block me outside the mirror?"

"Let's see who will truly have the last laugh!"

His face was ruthless and decisive.

He abandoned everything and decided to fight with his back against the wall!

"A last stand?"

Locke raised an eyebrow and decisively waved his hand in refusal.

"No no no!"

"I think you're overthinking it! I don't have that much time to waste here with you!"

A slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, revealing a wild and wicked smile.

"Esdeath..."

"Thank you for your help!!"

He turned to the side and looked at the aloof beauty beside him.

"Your Highness!"

"Don't worry! There will be absolutely no mistakes."

"Please be careful with your defenses."

Esdeath's voice remained cold, but the concern in her eyes was quite evident.

"Uh-huh!"

Locke nodded, clearly pleased.