The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

The "Raging Nature" ability to resist magical attacks is on full display at this moment!

Amidst countless moonbeams of slashing light, Morian tried to find a relatively safe path.

His gaze swept quickly, locking onto the most vulnerable spots in the strikes.

Only by utilizing these gaps can one maximize evasion and extend the duration of "Berserk Nature," which is currently the only way to survive.

Because of this relentless barrage of attacks, Diana's powerful aura was gradually weakening.

Several more moonbeams grazed past his body as Morian struggled to weave through the barrage of attacks, dodging occasionally.

For those slashes that can be reacted to in time, try to avoid them by rolling or somersaulting. For those that are at tricky angles and almost completely block out all dodging space, you can only use the shadow on your body to offset the damage.

Delaying time, that's the most important objective.

At this moment, the outcome of the battle has evolved into a pure contest of the two sides' endurance.

Morian was quite certain that once he lost the protection of "Berserk Nature," he would not last more than ten seconds in this barrage of slashes.

Time seemed to drag on endlessly amidst the tense standoff.

After a stalemate of half an hour, the barrage of moonlight suddenly stopped.

On the distant lake, Diana's sword-wielding pose was frozen in mid-air. Her majestic and magnificent dark blue officer's uniform, along with the phantom of the robe behind her, began to dissipate into specks of light.

The mirror-like lake they were in also trembled violently!

The calm, mirror-like lake surface rippled with countless waves, and all the scenery began to blur.

Soon the entire Mirror Lake space suddenly shattered, and the surrounding objects swept past at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the light and shadows faded, the feeling of being grounded returned, and Morian once again stood on the stone brick floor of the training ground.

The glass dome overhead still cast a cold light, and the surrounding ground was riddled with craters left by the battle.

Not far away, Diana had deactivated her "armor" and returned to her linen shirt attire, but the hostility in her golden eyes remained undiminished.

As their eyes met again, Morian maintained a cautious fighting stance, knowing that his opponent must still have "trump cards" to keep fighting.

Just as he was on high alert, Diana slowly lowered her proud head, no longer confronting the enemy before her, but instead slowly and solemnly closed her eyes.

Then, she raised her right hand and slowly made a fist, gently pressing the palm of her fist against the center of her chest.

No, it should be the location of the heart.

It wasn't like a ritual expressing chivalry, nor was it a gesture of surrender; it was more like a remembrance of something that had passed away, or perhaps...

A call to someone important.

A deep, seemingly weightless voice slowly uttered from Diana's lips.

Right behind Diana, a pale golden aura, imbued with lofty will, rippled outwards.

Then a stunning scene unfolded.

One, two, three... a dozen blurry figures gradually materialized from the empty halo of light, standing quietly behind Diana as if becoming her most solid and reliable support.

These figures are not real people, but small "miracles" formed by the convergence of spiritual essence and some kind of noble radiance.

Some figures were clad in bright red armor and wielded long, sharp knight's swords, while others were shrouded in heavy armor, holding giant shields and two-handed greatswords, resembling an impregnable fortress.

There was even a ghostly figure dressed in a black officer's uniform with a cold gaze, which was the embodiment of Ronan Astray!

In addition, there are several phantom images of soldiers wearing different styles of royal armor and holding spears or battle axes.

All the figures stood silently behind Diana, heads bowed, right hands clenched into fists and solemnly placed in the center of their chests.

There were no rousing battle cries, no dazzling bursts of light. There was only a solemn atmosphere, almost sacred, and a bond that seemed to transcend life and death.

Are these the armies formed by the "will" of the holders of "Cooperation Command"? And the comrades and companions who once fought alongside her but have now passed away, as Diana Laurent remembers them?

Morian took a deep breath and quickly considered how to deal with this elite army.

But why is Ronan in the queue...? Isn't he perfectly fine?

What a pitiful swordsman… Morian couldn’t help but mutter to himself, feeling inexplicably absurd and amused.

Finally, Diana and the knightly phantoms behind her slowly raised their heads, and in an instant, their countless eyes were filled with a burning fighting spirit.

As the silent command was transmitted into the "consciousness" of each phantom, the army that had been standing still began to move.

Two "Guardian Knights" charged forward with heavy steps, forming a solid front line.

The other two "Punishment Knights" were slightly behind, wielding long swords, and attempting to circle around to Morian's side or rear.

The phantom of "Ronan" remained behind and to the side of Diana, guarding her like her most loyal protector, ready to strike at any moment.

These phantoms move swiftly and coordinate perfectly, like a true battle-hardened army, able to assist each other tactically without needing any verbal communication.

Diana herself sat in the center of the formation, as the supreme commander, and suddenly she conjured a knight's longsword and swung it forward.

In an instant, all the phantoms, including Diana, were connected by countless faint spiritual threads, forming a single entity.

Any damage suffered by this whole will be distributed among these invisible threads and transmitted to the entire team. Even if you want to break the deadlock by concentrating firepower on a weak point, it will be extremely difficult.

"Joint command... I see..." Morian muttered to himself, a bitter smile already appearing on his face.

Diana's abilities are practically "bugged" in team battles, representing the absolute pinnacle of the art of war!

But there's no time for him to slowly come up with a solution.

The two "Guardian Knights" in the front row stepped forward simultaneously, crushing the space in front of them like a chariot.

Morian was about to summon a tentacle to carry him backward when he immediately abandoned the idea and instead lunged to the side.

Because he saw that the greatswords of the two guardian knights, who had not yet gotten close, were all radiating golden light.

Immediately afterwards, two enormous golden sword energies slashed out, speeding across the center of the training field and destroying all the stone bricks along the way.

The "Guardian Knight" was actually given the characteristics of the "Punishment Knight"?! Morian's eyes widened instantly.