In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

"They wage war against the Lamb, but the Lamb will overcome them, for the Lamb is Lord of lords and King of kings. And those who are with the Lamb, the called, the chosen, and the faithful, will also prevail..."

As Lilith prayed, her form began to change.

Bat wings unfurled behind her, scattering dark clouds that obscured her form; wool appeared on her body, some fine down, others thick and long, replacing her armor—

But the most noticeable change, of course, is her height!

At 2.7 meters tall, she already had to duck when walking inside buildings, otherwise she might bump into the lights hanging from the ceiling. But now, after transforming into a true 'succubus,' her height has more than doubled, reaching five meters in the blink of an eye!

Even better than the assassin on the other side!

As the thorn-like figure saw Lilith's form change, it seemed as if it had been touched by something: it raised its four hands to the sky, opened its three lips, and let out a terrifying roar:

"Alien! Son of the Emperor, enemy who slew his father!"

The two colossal creatures clashed, their blades clashing and creating a fierce wind, exuding boundless power. Lu Mingfei and Asmon simultaneously narrowed their eyes and turned their heads away, observing the battle only out of the corner of their eyes. But Luo Tianyi and Miyamoto Musashi, remaining focused, watched intently—

Even if dust blows into their eyes, causing them to naturally fill with tears, they don't avoid it.

This is not merely some so-called "martial artist's restraint," but a higher level of seriousness:

"To witness such a battle of power..." Miyamoto Musashi suddenly burst out laughing, a smile that could only be described as exaggeratedly expressive blooming on his aged face: "Even dying would be worth the price of admission."

Luo Tianyi didn't say a word, but simply took another step closer to Lu Mingfei's side.

Although in a sense, Luo Tianyi could understand what Miyamoto Musashi really meant—after all, she had also gained the knowledge and perspective of a 'female knight-errant' and knew how precious such an opportunity to observe strong opponents in battle was for martial artists.

However, this does not mean that she will devote herself entirely to it.

She's a summoner! Not a real warrior! If Lilith loses, she's not going to just rush in and get herself killed—

Her primary task was to pull Lu Mingfei away, who might or might not get carried away, so that he wouldn't die here with her.

As for Lu Mingfei, he just stood aside and watched.

There was nothing I could do but stand and watch; there was nothing else I could do to help. My flintlock pistol or ring blade was completely useless at this point.

If he attracts the attention of that four-armed serpent again, and it abandons Lilith to rush up and kill him, that would be another troublesome situation.

After all, the four-armed serpent looks crazy and might not care about its summoner, charging in recklessly, but Lilith is different...

At the very center of the battlefield was the arena where Lilith and the Assassin clashed.

Lilith, now half-goat and half-human, wielded a paladin's sword that grew in size along with her. The headless knight's sword looked more like a dagger in her hands as her size increased—but even a greatsword was quite painful to clash with a stabbing person.

—More importantly, Lilith could sense what was wrapped around the greatsword in the assassin's hand, a weapon commensurate with its size:

That wasn't any ordinary toxin; it was a deadly poison from "Ecstatic Perception," one of the eight demonic stars in the abyss. Once contaminated, it meant falling into the abyss, an endless abyss, with no way back to the ranks of normal people except through death.

Of course, Lilith wouldn't be afraid just because of that. After all, she was originally a magical spirit, and death would return her to her normal state? So she could just die once, and it would just be a matter of summoning her again.

The problem is that the original sin of the succubus within her—desire—is surprisingly well-matched with her sense of ecstasy!

If she were truly pierced by that blade, she might break her vow of chastity and become like any other succubus...

"If wicked people tempt you, do not go with them; do not walk with them. Keep your feet from going in their ways, for their feet run to evil, and they hasten to shed blood..."

Ancient proverbs flowed from her increasingly weak lips. Lilith raised her sword high and suddenly shouted:

"Supreme! Saint! Slash!"

Assassin wielded his chainsaw sword, deftly dodging the reckless slash—under the gleaming golden blade, in a daze, Assassin had a connection, as if the people watching from the sidelines were not Asmon, Lu Mingfei, and his two magical elves, but the phoenix of Chemosi from the past.

He was performing a sword dance to entertain the guests at the banquet, using his superb skills to deflect his colleague's blade.

The assassin stretched out his arms to the audience, awaiting praise from the phoenix—but instead of the father of genes' boastful words, he was met with a blade piercing his chest.

The headless knight's sword, carrying Lilith's final holy strike of the day, pierced through the piercing spine. Lilith abruptly pulled back, abandoning even the blade itself.

—Now is not the time to worry about these external things; they must retreat immediately, otherwise, if the enemy gets going, no one will be able to stop it.

Although retreating now might seem like a 'counterattack' tactic, it is undoubtedly the best course of action.

As for the loss of the blade? We can't worry about that now. The biggest loss would be if the thing wrapped around him were to notice Lu Mingfei.

A huge pumpkin head fell from the sky and smashed into the thorny creature. The sudden burst of Greek fire burned away its tattered robes, but it seemed to have caused no damage to the creature itself.

The next moment, blood spread everywhere.

The smell of steel and fire instantly filled the entire rooftop. Even though it was an open space, it didn't stop Lu Mingfei from feeling as if a large clump of ash was stuck in his throat—the kind he couldn't cough up.

Ron, dressed in a blood-red cloak, and the [Chosen One of Slaughter], clad in crimson armor, have transformed this place into the Holy Blood Sacred Domain!

"...Lu Mingfei?" Sensing signs of a fight, Rong En immediately ran to Lu Mingfei's side and stood beside him. "What's going on?"

After a moment's thought, Lu Mingfei deactivated [Crescent Moon's Sternness]: "Well, it's nothing, just... a friendly sparring match."

"A friendly spar?"

Leaving aside Rong En's doubts for the moment, Lu Mingfei and Asmon exchanged a glance and began to clean up the mess. Both sides put away their respective magical spirits and then sat down together—

"So, man, how did we start fighting?" Asmon rubbed his head.

To be honest, he wasn't really sure he'd let Lu Mingfei's side kill the "Son of the Emperor," nor did he dare gamble on the probability that Tiamat would turn her attention here...

Even if the probability is only one in ten thousand, the result is only two: "being watched" or "not being watched". If he is actually watched one day, wouldn't he explode on the spot?

If Lu Mingfei really wants to continue fighting, Asmon wouldn't mind immediately sliding to his knees and admitting defeat.