Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Morgan did not hide anything from Elvia and the Forest Ghost about the enemies of this hunt.

Including the negotiations in which he had originally intended to yield.

During that negotiation, a young man caught his attention from the very beginning, as well as the eye of Hewlett and other legends.

That's Arthur.

Despite their low-level strength, they were seated at the negotiating table by people who were all legendary figures.

Cass and Victor treated him not like a junior who needed protection, but more like someone of higher status.

Morgan had been observing.

When Cass spoke, his gaze would unconsciously drift towards the young man.

Victor's conversation with the other party had a hint of master-servant dynamic.

Why should a young man of low rank be treated this way by two legendary mid-rank assassins?

The only answer Morgan could think of was the Demon Child of the City of a Thousand Towers.

But the opponent was too weak.

He is estimated to be around twenty-three years old, and his strength is only at the lower level of the high rank.

To become the Demon Child of the Thousand Towers, one must reach extraordinary strength before the age of eighteen.

Moreover, Morgan had met all twelve demon sons of the Thousand Towers, and the other party was not among them.

This question had been weighing on his mind.

While waiting for the Wood Ghost to return after arriving in Deadwood, Morgan found Ian and Colin.

The two half-demon warriors who were captured by the people of the Thousand Towers when they went to retrieve food.

Morgan hoped to use them to pinpoint the young man's identity.

Ian and Colin provided little information; only two points were relatively useful.

First, the young man's name is Arthur Julian.

Secondly, he is a soul mage; it was he who, through Ian's bloodline soul thread, pinpointed the approximate location of the sanctuary.

Julian is a very common surname in the City of a Thousand Towers; it is not a particularly prominent family.

Soul mages... indeed hold a very high status in the Thousand Towers and even the entire Alliance.

But it shouldn't warrant such treatment from two legends.

Soul mages are rare, but legendary ones are just as rare.

And the demon prince of the Soul Tower is not named Julian.

Morgan's doubts deepened.

Although they couldn't determine the other person's identity, Morgan and the others recognized their importance.

Leah and Cedric's attack, ostensibly against Edwin, was actually primarily aimed at this young man.

They hoped to capture this man with an unusual background, thereby gaining leverage to change the course of the situation.

However, they failed.

The enemy is approaching.

Without Lin Gui, Morgan could not have transferred more than 5,000 half-demons.

It would take Lin Gui at least half an hour to get Freeman to Deadwood Town.

Even if it's a two-on-one situation, and the opponent is an assassin who is naturally effective against mages, Morgan is confident that he can use his mastery of earth magic to turn himself into a coward.

He was confident that he could hold out against his opponent for several hours after his magic was fully formed.

But this did not stop the other party from bypassing him and heading straight for Drywood Town.

With his legendary power and perception, it wasn't difficult for him to find the half-demon civilians hidden beneath the post office in a short time.

If the half-demon civilians were to fall back into control, Morgan did not believe that he or Lin Gui would be able to take away 5 of their compatriots again, guarded by two legendary assassins.

Therefore, Morgan had no choice but to use the terrifying legendary magic of magic to forcibly trap the opponent.

But even legendary magic, even for a legendary mage, cannot be maintained for more than half an hour.

After numerous discussions and decisions, Elvia and Morgan were unable to find a good way to stall for time.

So their attention turned back to Arthur.

They hoped to capture the other party to threaten Cass and Victor.

They knew the other party was up to something.

Cass and Victor did not offer much protection to this high-ranking young man.

But they had no other choice.

No matter how much Elvia and Cass imagined each other's abilities, they never expected it.

The opponent, a high-ranking lower-level being, was able to unleash such a powerful attack, causing damage that was almost at the level of legendary magic.

Night falls.

Elvia moved swiftly through the forest, her steps never faltering.

The branches of dead trees swept overhead, and the moonlight was cut into fragments and scattered on the ground.

She sidestepped a dead branch lying across the ground, tiptoed, and slid low to the ground, passing the edge of a bush without slowing down.

The mud on the skirt armor hadn't dried completely, and the cracks in the armor revealed the abraded skin underneath.

She kept her breathing low, but her steps never stopped.

Golden eyes peered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, surveying the terrain ahead and the direction from which they had come.

There was nothing behind him for the time being.

The only sound was the rustling of the wind through the withered leaves.

Elvia turned another corner, stepped on a rock and jumped down the slope, bending her knees slightly to cushion the landing, and then continued running.

The images in my mind just wouldn't leave me.

Those overwhelming magical rings, that volley of fire that blew the entire withered forest away.

Those powers are simply beyond the reach of lower-ranking high-level beings.

"What exactly is that?"

She ran while questioning him in a low voice.

"Didn't you say he was a lower-ranking official?!"

In her mind, Shadow Blade Lin's voice rang out, her tone serious and thoughtful.

"He is indeed a high-ranking lower-ranking official."

"The soul does not lie."

Elvia stepped over a fallen, dead tree, her footsteps making a dull thud on the soft, fallen leaves.

"What was with that destructive power just now?"

"And what about that magic?"

"That destructive power is at least extraordinary!"

Shadow Blade Lin remained silent for a moment.

Elvia continued running, through a patch of low bushes, the leaves scraping against her skirt with a soft, rustling sound.

She dared not stop; to stop would mean death for her.

A few breaths later, Shadow Blade Lin's voice rang out again.

"It's a magical item."

"A divine artifact?"

Elvia gasped for breath, her voice tinged with disbelief.

In her mind, only divine artifacts could achieve this effect across such a large rank.

In her mind, Shadow Blade Lin's voice was very calm.

"If it's a divine artifact, you can't possibly escape, my little apprentice."

Elvia stepped over a fallen, dead tree and asked.

"What exactly is that?"

Shadow Blade Lin remained silent for a moment, as if searching through some dusty corner of her memory.

After a few breaths, she spoke.

"If I remember correctly, what enabled that kid to unleash such power that he's almost reached legendary level was... a semi-divine artifact-level magical item."

"A semi-divine artifact-level magical item is far more valuable than a demigod-level weapon or staff."

"In all these years, I've only seen six of them."

"And that kid had three of them on him."

Elvia's pupils contracted slightly.

Shadow Blade Lin's voice carried a hint of sighing that she herself was unaware of.

"I recognize one of them."

"It's the blue crystal hanging around his neck."

"I remember the effect was something like... as long as there is enough magic power, it can block lethal attacks from those below the Legendary rank."

Elvia almost stumbled.

Can it block lethal attacks from those below the Legendary rank?

Does that mean that no one present could hurt the other?

Is this really that incredible?

"It seems to be the prized possession of the Thousand Towers Demon Armor Academy."

Shadow Blade Lin continued to reminisce.

"I remember it was called..."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Elvia quickly pressed for more information.

"What's your name?"

Shadow Blade Lin remained silent.

"I forgot."

Elvia almost choked on her own by that answer.

Her foot slipped, and she almost fell to the ground. She staggered a couple of steps before barely managing to regain her balance.

"You fucking forgot something this awesome?!"

Shadow Blade Lin's voice remained calm, even carrying a hint of matter-of-fact.

"Isn't that awesome?"

"Can you withstand one of my strikes?"

Elvia opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Speechless.

She gritted her teeth and kept running.

"As for the two items..."

Shadow Blade Lin's voice rang out again.

"Although I haven't seen them, I can roughly guess their effects."

"One is to extract magical energy from the environment for that kid who's only a low-ranking high-level individual, similar to the wind pressure cannon on that ridiculous airship."

"That item is essential for him to activate the other two semi-divine artifacts."

She paused for a moment.

"As for the other one..."

"Its effect is probably to extend the duration of the magic scroll."

"Those extraordinary spells were cast by that kid using magic scrolls."

"At such a high level, it's impossible for him to reveal so many extraordinary magic rings without chanting."

"Only a magic scroll could create this scene in one go."

"But an extraordinary magic scroll could not possibly maintain such power for so long."

"Moreover, in the realm of extraordinary magic, the spells he just cast were all of a very high level."

"The effective period will only be shorter, lasting at most one hour."

Shadow Blade Lin chuckled softly.

"interesting."

"Three and a half divine artifacts by my side?"

"Even that old man's illegitimate son wouldn't get this kind of treatment."

"I'm starting to wonder about his identity."

Elvia complained irritably.

"Stop being so damn curious!"

"What you should be most concerned about right now is the life of your adorable little apprentice!"

"That guy is a soul mage; there's no way I can shake him off."

"Quickly, check what legendary demon lairs are around here!"

"Damn it, give me the strongest one!"

"I don't believe he'll come after us."

Shadow Blade Lin sighed helplessly.

But she did as she was told.

A moment later, her voice rang in Elvia's mind, pointing in a direction.

Without saying a word, Elvia ran recklessly in that direction.

The dry branches lashed against her armor, making a crackling sound, but she didn't even flinch.

And in places she can't see.

A petite figure was sitting on her shoulder.

Shadow Blade Lin crossed her legs, glanced at Elvia, and then looked back at Arthur, who was rapidly approaching in her soul vision.

She slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

"You...you're just going to run away like this?"

Elvia paused for a moment, but did not stop.

Shadow Blade Lin continued.

"If he realizes he can't catch you, he'll definitely go back."

"Do you think that legendary half-mage can withstand his attack?"

"In order to keep those two assassins occupied, almost all of his magic and energy were used to maintain that decent binding legendary magic."

"Even a powerful attack would be enough to break his spellcasting."

"At that time, all your and your man's efforts will have been in vain."

Elvia replied irritably.

"Is it that I don't want to fight them?"

"You said it yourself, that damn shield can block even a legendary attack."

"How do you want me to fight?"

"Will I be chopped into mincemeat?"

"I'm not a half-demon, I have no use to them, and they won't show me any mercy."

Shadow Blade Lin chuckled softly.

"That semi-divine artifact's shield can indeed block legendary attacks."

"but……"

She paused for a moment.

"It cannot stop high-level attacks."

Elvia slowed her pace.

"Because that thing was originally designed for legendary mages to compensate for their lack of defense."

"High-level power simply cannot harm a legendary level."

"Therefore, that item will not be triggered by a higher level of power."

Elvia stopped.

Her expression flickered in the moonlight, her golden eyes filled with bewilderment.

It can defend against legendary opponents, but not against higher-level ones?

What the hell is this?

"Couldn't he just activate that item himself and maintain the shield indefinitely?"

Elvia's voice was tinged with suspicion.

Shadow Blade Lin chuckled, a laugh tinged with mockery.

"initiative?"

"If this magical item that can withstand legendary attacks requires a mage to actively trigger it, then it cannot be a semi-divine artifact."

"The legendary assassin's speed was enough to pierce his heart the instant he activated his shield."

"Its greatest strength doesn't lie in the strength of its shield at all."

"Instead, it's triggered passively almost instantly without any chanting."

"Provide round-the-clock protection, rather than leaving weaknesses for the enemy."

Elvia bit her lip.

"Even if I could attack him..."

Her voice lowered.

"One extraordinary spell from them would be enough to kill me."

Shadow Blade Lin smiled again.

The laughter was soft, but it carried a profound meaning.

"Just like before?"

Elvia was taken aback.

Shadow Blade Lin continued.

"I didn't warn you about the attack just now."

Elvia came to a complete stop.

She stood in a relatively open clearing in the woods, the moonlight shining down from above, illuminating her figure clearly.

Yes.

Shadowblade Lin hadn't warned her at all about that barrage of extraordinary magic.

If Shadow Blade Lin had reminded her, she probably wouldn't have been injured.

But Shadow Blade Lin didn't warn her.

And she managed to dodge it all by herself?

Did he manage to dodge the extraordinary attack that plowed the land?

"Because of that kid's casting speed and attack speed..."

Shadow Blade Lin's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"Compared to your man's outrageous wind blades, it's nothing."

"You can pass through that truly instantaneous swarm of wind blades and touch your man's collar..."

"It can also penetrate the flawed attacks of extraordinary magic and cut off the opponent's head."

Elvia stood in the moonlight, her golden ponytail swaying gently in the evening breeze.

She admitted that what Shadow Blade Lin said made sense, but...

He recalled the terrible destruction that the other party had just caused.

Her expression showed struggle.

Shadow Blade Lin sat on her shoulder, watching her with great interest.

No urging, no encouragement, just watching.

It's like watching a fledgling bird spread its wings for the first time, waiting to see if it can fly.

for a long time.

Elvia took a deep breath.

"What do you think...?"

Her voice was a little hoarse.

"With my current abilities, what are my chances of winning?"

Shadow Blade Lin chuckled softly.

"You may lack self-confidence, but you must know that your mentor is me."

"Shadow Blade. Lin".