He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

Morgan sensed the perfunctoriness in Gu Qing's words and gleaned his general thoughts from his expression, and was about to explain.

Suddenly, the dragon let out a roar.

Morgan quickly turned around and looked down.

They had arrived at a place where the mountains stretched endlessly, covered in lush greenery and shrouded in mist, a place that resembled a fairyland.

But soon, Gu Qing realized something was wrong.

This place is beautiful, but it's too quiet.

The dragon lowered its altitude, flying close to the treetops, but could not hear any sound from the top.

It was as if the forest was dead.

hum!

Suddenly, the air became restless.

A light shimmered in the hazy mist.

"careful!"

Morgan spoke up to remind him, and the dragon tilted its body.

The next second, a light beam ripped through the sky.

Fortunately, Morgan warned the dragon, allowing it to evade the attack.

But no one dared to relax for a moment.

This strike dispersed the mist and pierced through the sky.

The sky looked as if a hole had been punched in it, leaving a deep vortex in the atmosphere.

A single strike was terrifying.

“You are truly my good brother, presenting such a generous gift before we even meet. If I don’t reciprocate, people will laugh at me!” Morgan stood up, raising his staff high, his cloak fluttering in the wind.

Suddenly, the clouds churned and spun, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

next second.

Lightning descended from the sky, connecting heaven and earth. Like a sharp blade cleaving through chaos, it obliterated everything in its path.

A dark figure darted out of the forest and charged forward.

boom!

The lightning struck the man, its rays scattering and revealing a grotesque image.

However, the person was completely unaffected.

He raised his longsword high and absorbed all the lightning bolts... as if he had deliberately guided the lightning to fall, and it was as effortless as if he had just guided it to be absorbed.

Then, the sword was aimed directly at Morgan.

Boom!

Thicker, larger, and more ferocious lightning blades sprang from the sword's edge, crashing down with the force to pierce the heavens and earth.

The dragon spread its wings, drawing an arc in the air.

The lightning strike, naturally, missed its target.

"Lancelot!"

Morgan roared at the thunder, slashing his staff across the air.

It was as if a zipper had been unzipped, opening a gaping maw in the sky, through which one could vaguely see a huge, writhing body, and a terrifying aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Don't send him any health supplements!

Gu Qing shouted loudly to stop him.

Although it is unknown what Morgan is preparing to summon, it can be judged from the aura that it is a demon god from a certain dimension.

As for demons, unless they are powerful enough, they only enhance Lancelot's power.

The reputation of the Fallen Sword is not just for show.

Damn it!

Morgan Forging paused for a moment, then came to his senses and tried to close the passage.

But it was too late.

A fierce killing intent surged forth like a tidal wave—a knight with long, slightly wavy dark purple hair, a gentle and handsome appearance, wearing the same dark purple heavy knight armor, and wielding a greatsword engraved with runes, leaped through the air and had already arrived in front of them.

hum!

The sword trembled, and the runes shone brightly.

Lancelot stared coldly at the girl below the abyss, and said in a chilling voice, "Morgan, you shouldn't have come to me!"

As he spoke, the greatsword slashed down.

Endless sharpness erupted from the sword tip, seemingly threatening to fill the heavens and earth. The unsummoned demon god in the passage sensed the danger, its body surging and struggling, trying to escape.

However, summoning magic usually involves a contract.

The demon god could not break the contract and could not escape alone; the spatial passage was also too late to close.

It was clear that the demon god was about to be slain and absorbed.

Sudden……

"Hawk, it's up to you now!"

Gu Qing grabbed Hawke and threw him toward Lancelot.

"Hey hey hey... Gu Qing, you bastard!"

Hawke froze for a moment, then snapped back to his senses and struggled wildly in the air. But with nowhere to grab hold of in the air, no matter how much he swung his hooves, it was no use; his body continued to slam towards Lancelot with undiminished speed.

Lancelot glanced at it, then looked away, and the greatsword that had paused continued to fall.

This pig, though not an ordinary species, possessed weak magic and insignificant power, and offered no intuitive warning, posing no obstacle whatsoever to him.

But the little pig refused.

Seeing that Lancelot ignored him, he angrily waved his hooves and made a flying kick gesture in the air, "You bastard, I'll show you how powerful the commander of the Leftovers Knights is!"

Lancelot ignored it completely.

boom!

As the longsword fell, the spatial passage collapsed, and the demon god inside was crushed into a pulp, eventually turning into dim energy that flowed into the greatsword.

The runes on the sword flickered, and its aura grew even stronger.

Lancelot stared at the greatsword in his hand, his eyes filled with fascination.

He was about to reach out and touch the sword.

Sudden……

"Hawk Flying Kick!"

Snapped!

A pink pig flew through the air, its tiny hooves landing on the elegant knight's face, leaving a mark like a stamp.

Lancelot's forehead veins bulged.

Although the blow did not cause him any harm, and his head did not even tilt, being kicked in the face by such a weak creature was a great humiliation.

"How dare you humiliate me while I was engrossed in making the Demon Sword stronger!" Lancelot grabbed Hawke's kicking hoof, his icy gaze causing Hawke to scream in terror. "This sin can only be washed away with your life! Die!"

As he spoke, Lancelot raised his longsword.

"Gu Qing, save me!"

Hawke shouted with his eyes closed.

Morgan brandished his staff, attempting to teleport and change his location to save the little pig.

But Lancelot swept his sword across.

Instantly, the spell, which had just been constructed but had not yet had a chance to be activated, shattered like glass.

Lancelot glanced coldly at the girl. "Morgan, if I were you, I would abandon everything and run away immediately. You should know very well that you are no match for me."

Morgan's expression was rather unpleasant.

Mages have a significant disadvantage compared to warriors: the casting animation is delayed.

No matter how excellent the magic, it still requires casting actions or incantations. Although these steps can be shortened or even omitted through rituals, ritual implements, or simplified methods.

But the more powerful the magic, the harder it is to eliminate.

Even though Morgan was one of the most powerful mages in the world, he still couldn't eliminate the casting conditions for powerful spells. Although it was greatly shortened, it was still quite long for a master like Lancelot.

In addition, the two are siblings.

Lancelot was extremely knowledgeable about Morgan's magic and could easily dodge or even neutralize it.

However, despite the truth of the matter, Morgan was not one to give up easily.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have achieved what she has today.

Magic is, by its very nature, the manifestation of miracles.

Magic is the ability to make the impossible possible.

Faced with his brother's advice to quit, Morgan removed his gas mask, revealing a fierce expression and a terrifying aura emanating from him. "It's been a while. It seems you've forgotten how terrifying I am."

"...I see!"

Lancelot remained silent for a long time, then turned around, his sword pointing directly at the girl, "Then let me devour you here, so that we, brother and sister, may become one forever!"

At that moment, Hawke's eyes flashed with a blinding light.

A deep and confident voice came from it.

"Is there already a good show as soon as you arrive?"

As the sound came, the air suddenly heated up, and the forest spontaneously combusted.