Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

"found it."

Since Ronan couldn't find the target after his omniscient senses searched the entire country, he initially thought Granbell had escaped to another country.

As a result, Sylvia, who has lived on this land for hundreds of years, said she might know some possible hiding places.

According to intelligence, although the Russell Kingdom is affiliated with the Western countries, it is secretly a vassal state of the Eastern Empire.

This country sometimes supplies weapons to the Eastern Empire, and this place is one of the locations where these weapons are stored, isolated by the World Rift.

"They really know how to hide it."

Ronan brushed non-existent dust off his shoulders and turned his gaze to Granbell.

If it weren't for running into Sylvia, we probably would have returned empty-handed.

As he threw the object, he saw Michael and Feldvi behind Granbell.

I didn't know them, but Luminas provided the relevant information in a timely manner.

"Emperor Rudra Nazca of the Eastern Empire and..."

Her gaze fixed on Feldwi, her eyes narrowed, and her vampire intuition emitted a sharp, piercing scream as she took a step back.

"Be careful, this person is very strong, at least a Calamity-level expert."

Most of the so-called natural disasters are at the dragon level, which Luminas struggles to deal with, but he himself...

Ronan nodded:

"I understand. Leave it to me. Make sure Granbell doesn't escape. And don't let Rudra get away either."

“A guy who even hurts his own family is worse than scum. After killing him, the Eastern Empire will be leaderless and will be easier to destroy.”

"..." Luminas was speechless. No, at a time like this, they still had the leisure to talk about destroying a country?

They really don't take natural disasters seriously.

She opened her mouth, exhaled, and could only indicate that she would do her best.

Although fighting was not her original intention, things had come to this point, and retreating would be of no use.

because--

"Luminas!"

Granbell gritted her teeth. What was that bastard and the man behind her talking about?

They actually want to kill me and my master? And even destroy the Eastern Empire? Arrogant, utterly arrogant.

He had not been so slighted in over a thousand years.

Perfect timing, I haven't avenged Riyao yet.

then.

"Come forth, True Meaning Longsword!"

He immediately called for his weapon.

A golden rapier emerged from subspace and was firmly held in his hand.

As a weapon on par with the Night Rose Blade, this was what he believed he could rely on to defeat Luminas.

If he can't even beat someone with a 70% increase in strength, he might as well retire and go back to the countryside to grow potatoes.

"Hmph, why are you shouting so loudly? It's not like I can't hear you. Are you trying to capture him alive?"

Luminas drew the Night Rose Blade and asked Ronan a question.

Ronan's gaze lingered on Rudra and Feldwey, and he nodded:

"Try to capture them alive if possible, but if you're not strong enough, there's nothing you can do even if they die."

“Sylvia, your goal is… Of course, you can also choose to watch.”

After all, they are his fans, and he has no obligation to force them to participate in the battle.

Sylvia was not happy about this. She drew the vajra she always carried with her, which was also a mythical weapon.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, fixed directly on Rudra.

"Watching the battle? Don't underestimate me. What did this emperor of the Eastern Empire do? Harm his own family? How could he be so beastly?"

Although she had long known that nothing was more ruthless than the imperial family, she had never heard of Rudra having any relatives.

Ronan gave a casual explanation, and Sylvia understood immediately, a flash of disdain in her eyes as if she were looking at trash:

"I see. He actually hurt his lover and niece for his master... You can never truly know a person's heart."

"Everyone says he's a ruthless hero, but I think he's a coward. Sigh, if only Leon could kill Chloe for me someday, but that's obviously impossible."

"But Rudra actually did it, that's incredible, I'll leave him to me."

The vajra shone brightly as it was infused with demonic energy, a flash of lightning appearing as she could no longer suppress her urge to punish the trash.

In ancient times, she was known as the Thunder Emperor, not only because she mastered the ultimate skill "King of Thunder," but also because of her straightforward temperament.

Trash should stay in the trash can.

Upon hearing this, Michael involuntarily gritted his teeth. What terrified and angered him was not that he had been discovered, but that his dominance had been exposed...

How can it be!

If I were so easily exposed, wouldn't everything I did make me look like a clown?

I cannot accept it, I do not want to accept it.

He took a deep breath and resolved to kill the hero here, at any cost.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to revive Star King Dragon in this lifetime!

Chapter 198, You're just a mere cricket, the devastated Granbell.

With a surge of thoughts, Michael made up his mind.

He exchanged a glance with Feldwie behind him, who immediately saw through his intention and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Although they did not want to start the final battle so soon, the enemy came knocking on their door and declared that none of them could escape.

If he were to back down now, given such an arrogant tone, he would truly be letting down the Star King Dragon who had nurtured him back then.

"Give me some time, Rudra. How long can you hold out?"

He didn't ask Granbell anything; in his eyes, Granbell, who hadn't awakened his ultimate skill, was just a slightly stronger cannon fodder.

Michael's eyes were grim as he assessed the situation and gathered his strength.

Seeing Granbell and Luminas clash, he decisively drew his weapon and said in a deep voice:

"Go all out, three minutes is no problem. I have seized the Dragon Factor, and things are different now."

“Okay, three minutes it is.” Feldvi nodded and then began to contact his main body to call for support.

Ronan saw all of this but did not stop them.

What he wanted was to wipe out all these enemies and completely eliminate this hidden danger.

"Hey bro, I'll go first."

Sylvia called out and rushed forward, not caring whether there was any support.

At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind: to severely punish this scumbag in front of her.

Boom—!

His body transformed into a fleeting bolt of lightning, reaching Rudra in a mere fraction of a second, and smashing down on him with immense force!

Michael's expression darkened upon seeing this, and he also raised his hand to parry at that instant.

However, to his surprise, after blocking this thunderous blow, Sylvia kicked him without saying a word.

The boots were crackling with electric light.

The target of this kick was actually—

"*!"

Michael couldn't help but curse under his breath, feeling both shocked and angry, and quickly retreated.

That crazy woman. Although Rudra, as a saint, is immune to any physical attack, her ultimate skill is not among them.

If hit, even if it doesn't cause excruciating pain, it will be difficult to maintain peak combat power.

Why would a battle between experts involve attacking the lower body?

However, this is Sylvia's fighting style.

She doesn't care about details; as long as she can achieve her goal, she is, after all, a mother of one child.

"Tsk, why are you running?"

Sylvia clicked her tongue in annoyance and stomped her foot on the ground.

Although she had accelerated her body to its limit, reaching 300,000 meters per second, she was still slightly inferior to the more powerful Michael.

The two figures instantly transformed into countless afterimages within the arena, darting back and forth like a whirlwind.

While parrying, Michael also spared a bit of attention to observe Ronan's movements.

When he saw Ronan leisurely and nonchalantly admiring his ugly escape, a nameless anger suddenly surged in his heart.

What a disgrace! This is such a blatant disrespect to oneself.

"Well, Rudra's life or death is not important. Even if he is not dead, I am confident that I can destroy the Eastern Empire. What is important is Granbell."

"Looks like I need to give him a little push."

Ronan didn't take Michael seriously, as he was just an opponent they would deal with incidentally during this operation.

Watching Luminas being forced into a retreating defeat.

Such a one-sided situation did nothing to stir Granbell's mind.

He immediately reached out and caught the other person.

"Cough cough..."