Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

"The seal is about to fail," Frilian said calmly, touching the statue. "Eighty years ago, we couldn't kill him no matter what we did, so we had to seal it off."

"How strong is he?" Philon was shocked. He never expected that even the most powerful team of heroes on the continent would be helpless against him.

"Although he wasn't one of the Seven Sages of Collapse, his strength was more than enough," Frilian slowly recounted. "He developed a killing magic that could easily penetrate any defense, causing the deaths of 40% of adventurers and 70% of mages at the time."

"Murderous magic?!" This was the first time Philon had heard of such magic; its simple and direct name exuded brutality and bloodshed.

Erii put away her camera and, following suit, touched the quartstone statue.

"Can you feel it? The restless magic within him," Frilian asked tentatively.

Erii shook her head, feeling nothing except for the stone-like texture.

Suddenly, Frilian tiptoed closer to Erii's small face and gazed intently at her. Compared to the latter's tall and slender figure of over 1.7 meters, the former looked as petite as a little kid.

Seeing the other person standing on tiptoe, Erii sensibly bent down to face them.

For some reason, Frilian's serene eyes made Erii feel at ease; this young girl's body contained a soul as vast as mountains and seas, calm and reliable.

Is this the charm of old things? Erii wondered.

"Ugh~" Philon looked at the two faces less than ten centimeters apart, and immediately pouted unhappily, grabbing Frillie like a doll and pulling her close. "What are you doing?"

As she was pulled into a warm embrace, Frilian said calmly, "There really is no magical fluctuation, unless it's hidden to such an extent that even I can't detect it."

"Didn't she say she wasn't a magician? Isn't it normal that there's no magical fluctuation?" Philon retorted, putting her down.

"I want to confirm this for myself," Frilian muttered to herself.

She straightened her robe, turned to the old man, and said, "Step back a bit."

Then, with the help of the wand and magic, the quart statue faded at a speed visible to the naked eye!

She had planned to talk about it tomorrow, but at this moment she wanted to be absolutely certain about one thing.

call--

When the dark gray completely faded, Quarl stood up, not immediately erupting into anger, but instead gazing up at the clear blue sky.

Philon involuntarily tensed up and gripped his wand tightly.

Erii stared wide-eyed, as if she had seen something rare and precious.

"It's been a long time, Frilian," Quar's voice was weathered and deep. "How many years has it been?"

"Eighty years," Frilian replied.

"Only eighty years?" Quarle's tone was like that of an old friend reuniting.

"Where is His Majesty the Demon King?" he asked again.

"Killed him." Frilian's tone was even more indifferent, as if she had not killed the demon leader who struck fear into the hearts of humans, but a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

"Okay." Quar's reply was no less than a emotionless "Oh."

Erii tilted her head, almost doubting that she had misheard.

Even Erii, who is always calm and collected, couldn't help but marvel at how stable their emotions were.

At this moment, Quar extended his left arm toward the three of them, and said calmly, "Then I will take revenge."

"Philen, deploy defensive magic."

Frilian pulled Erii along and shielded Philon in front of her.

The old man had already hidden in the woods a hundred meters away, after all, he had witnessed the slaughter of this god of death eighty years ago.

"Murderous magic!" Quar's voice finally carried a hint of sharpness.

boom--

Deep blue and black magical particles coalesced, shooting straight at you like a beam of light.

Philon remained calm and conjured a glass-like transparent magical shield in front of him, composed of palm-sized hexagons.

The murderous magic plowed through the ground, erasing soil and stone with its destructive power, leaving behind a rapidly extending trench.

bang——

It collided with Philon's defensive magic, sending up billowing smoke.

"Oh? That's unexpected! It actually blocked my murderous magic!" Quar said, surprised and puzzled.

At the edge of the line of sight, the menacing killing magic was easily intercepted by the magic shield.

"Huh? Frillie, is this really murder magic?" Philon asked in astonishment. "How come it looks just like ordinary attack magic?"

"Normal attack magic? Interesting~" Quar muttered to himself.

What do you mean my ultimate move is just a basic attack in your mouth?!

Frilian explained to the human and the demon: "Eighty years is just a blink of an eye for the two of us, but it is incredibly long in the eyes of humans. Long enough for them to analyze and decipher the killing magic you are so proud of, not only renaming it ordinary attack magic and making it available to every magician, but also creating special defensive magic to deal with it."

Erii, a seasoned gamer, immediately realized that this was a major version update, with the god-tier skills of the previous season being epically nerfed in the next season.

"That really surprises me," Quardon exclaimed excitedly when magic was mentioned. "Defensive magic must consume a lot of magic power!"

As expected of a demon genius, he instantly identified the weakness.

The next second, he unleashed an even denser and more ferocious barrage of normal attack spells, clearly intending to quickly deplete Philon's magic power.

Faced with the endless output, large beads of sweat rolled down Philon's forehead, and he was starting to struggle.

However, Frilian showed no intention of making a move. Instead, she said to Erii, "Felen and I often venture into dangerous places. If you want to travel with us, you must have the ability to protect yourself. Go, prove yourself to me, and destroy Quar."

After saying that, she looked at Erii with an encouraging expression, a sly glint flashing in her eyes.

That's right, that's Frilian's goal: to observe Erii releasing her so-called Word Spirit up close.

There was no malice involved, only a pure thirst for knowledge and a desire to explore.

If there is any danger, she will immediately take action and kill Quar in a flash.

"Hmm." Erii hummed and strolled leisurely to Philon's side.

"What can a human without magic do, warrior? Those warriors who tried to approach me all ended up with nothing but bones." Quar smiled calmly, because in less than a minute, he had completely analyzed the defensive magic.

Give him a little more time, and he can further improve and strengthen his murderous magic.

click!

The blade is drawn.

hum!

The field unfolds.

Quar and Freylian's pupils dilated simultaneously, and a chill rose from their tailbone.

Swish!

Erii slashed from a distance.

Dragon blood surged and boiled, unleashing a killing intent at the rule level.

The unseen and intangible elemental forces were commanded by the supreme authority, converging into an invisible blade of judgment that swept across Quar's body.

"Wh-when?!" Quar exclaimed in astonishment.

His body suddenly froze, and the casting of the spell was interrupted.

Exhausted, Philon dispelled the defensive magic, a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

"He's dead." Frillie's voice rose slightly.

"Huh?" Philon was dumbfounded, completely caught off guard.

"Times have truly changed; even warriors have been transformed..." Quar left behind his poignant last words.

As soon as he finished speaking, a straight line of blood stretched from the top of his head to his waist and abdomen, and his tall body was suddenly split in two.

Hiss~

The corpse split open from left to right and gradually dissipated.