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"Haha, elf, you're really strong!"

Sutton manipulated the shadows, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

With a slight lift of his fingertip, countless black tentacles burst forth from the ground like a torrential rain, engaging in a fierce battle with Miliald in the open space.

Although he is over 200 years old, this is the first time he has fought against an elf.

He had assumed elves were as fragile as humans, and was prepared to defeat them with a single blow and wipe out the entire city, but unexpectedly…

"As expected of an immortal species comparable to us."

He stroked his chin, a barely perceptible hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Millie Aldet bit her lower lip slightly, struggling to parry the tentacles with defensive magic.

She knew in her heart that elves' physical abilities were no different from humans', and once struck by these tentacles, even the goddess's magic would be powerless to save them.

This guy...

With her eyes fixed on Sutton, Millie Alder's chest rose and fell slightly as she tried to calm her rapid breathing.

In a flash, her mind raced, scanning the battlefield as she tried to find an opening to counterattack amidst the intense offensive.

Unfortunately, the demons are far more powerful than the elves in the use of magic.

They don't need to imagine; with sheer willpower, they can modify the effects of magic at will.

Therefore—

"Try this move. In these fifty years, you are the only one who can rival me. Don't let me down, elf."

Although Sutton desperately wanted to devour Millie Aldeh immediately.

But he knew in his heart that the existence of this opponent was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity to improve his magical strength.

To become stronger, no opportunity should be missed. Let's play around with him first, and then devour him.

Thinking this, he waved his hand gracefully.

Under his command, the dark figures quickly gathered in the center of the field, just like babbling brooks converging into a vast ocean, eventually merging into one.

wow——

The combined black shadow slowly stood up. It was a full twenty meters tall, and its enormous body blocked out the sun in the sky, casting a large shadow on the ground.

Miliearde's pupils suddenly contracted.

The soldiers not far away, upon witnessing this scene, felt their legs go weak and could not even stand up.

Twenty meters—what does that mean? It's equivalent to the height of a seven-story building!

Its palm alone is three meters wide; with just a light slap, it can effortlessly flatten a house.

"Help...help me..."

They frantically began to retreat, using both hands and feet.

Miliald took in everything. At that moment, she had no time to think, because the giant slowly raised his foot.

boom!

Although its movements were somewhat clumsy, the overwhelming pressure it exerted was incredibly powerful, as if a towering mountain was pressing down on her.

Too close to attack, instinct compels her to leap.

The moment she flew out of the shadows, she suddenly turned around, and a blinding light burst forth from the tip of her staff!

Swish!

A dazzling beam of light tore through the air, whipping up a gust of wind that pierced straight through the shadow's head, carving typhoon-ravaged tracks into the forest behind it!

However, just a second later, the hole began to heal strangely, filled by writhing black liquid.

"it's useless."

Sutton slowly smoothed his hair, speaking in a calm and unhurried tone.

He gave an elegant, fake smile, seemingly pleased by the immense power of Milield's magic:

"My shadow is immortal and formless; these are the characteristics of shadow magic."

"Unfortunately, a solitary shadow will gradually become a tangible and substantial entity."

"But after fusion, this weakness is perfectly overcome. You will never be a match for it."

He opened his arms.

"Come on, struggle with all your might, let me see your limits."

Demons often rejoice when their opponents are strong, because defeating a powerful opponent means that they themselves become stronger.

Millie Alde took a deep breath. An immortal being? This one's really troublesome.

She didn't use her strongest magic because it was her trump card; if she used it and it didn't have any effect, she would be at the mercy of others.

This guy...

With her gaze fixed on Sutton, she pondered in her heart: if the shadow couldn't defeat it, what would happen if it attacked its master?

Before she could even make a move, someone else acted first, showing her the answer.

"The Third Chapter of Holy Light: Destroying Evil!"

The priest stepped forward and resolutely used the goddess's magic.

He gripped the pendant tightly with both hands, and countless rays of holy light cascaded down, enveloping Sutton from top to bottom.

He felt that as human beings, when facing external enemies, we should do our part, no matter what.

"what!"

Sutton let out an extremely exaggerated scream, his body instantly hunching over as if he were suffering immense pain and about to disappear.

The priest was overjoyed, but then...

"Just kidding."

The pained expression on Sutton's face vanished instantly.

He straightened up, casually patted his robes, and replaced them with a calm and playful air.

He pointed to the shadow, and the missing parts returned as the shadow exhibited the same symptoms:

"I have already experienced the power of you monks."

"Now, I am inextricably linked with my shadow."

"You monks' magic alone cannot defeat me."

Hal's previous attacks had caused him a lot of trouble, which is why he firmly believed that the same moves would no longer be effective against him.

To kill yourself, you must first kill your shadow.

To kill the Shadow, you must first kill the soldier and Hal.

Can humans do that?

As emotional beings, indecisiveness is their greatest weakness.

Thinking of this, a calm smile appeared on Sutton's lips.

His gaze was calm, exuding an invincible aura.

The priest gritted his teeth.

"mean!"

……

"Huh? What's going on? Why is everyone fleeing? Are the attacking monsters very powerful?"

In the city, Gu Yuan weaved through the crowds of refugees.

The pungent smell of sweat and cries filled the street. At that moment, he was like a fish swimming upstream, his whole body burning from being squeezed.

The voice of the sacred text resounded directly in his mind, but this time, it carried a solemn tone:

"The disaster predicted by the goddess has finally come to pass."

"Gu Yuan, what has appeared this time is not a monster, but a creature evolved from a monster."

"You can call him a demon; that's what people call him in later generations."

"Be careful, their magic surpasses that of humans and elves. Don't let them kill you."

The Holy Scripture didn't care about Gu Yuan's life or death, but it cared about the world behind Gu Yuan.

Gu Yuan must not be allowed to die before the goddess awakens.

"Demons?" Gu Yuan's mind jolted, sensing that trouble was brewing.

The Demon King of the Demon Race is a being capable of slaughtering two-thirds of the world's population.

So, I'm about to face them?

Tsk…

Just to be on the safe side, let's prepare the Gate Between the Two Realms first.