It's so hard being a hero!

With a sweeping motion of her greatsword, golden battle aura drew a crescent-shaped arc of light on the blade, cleaving several demons in the front row in half.

Dark red blood splattered onto her silver armor, but she didn't even blink.

Sophia did not rush up with them.

She knew exactly where she should be in this battle.

Head-on confrontation is not something she's good at, at least not yet.

Lyra was accompanied by a dozen or so silver-level knights, whose wedge formation was enough to break through the demon race's first line of defense.

What she had to do was make that arrowhead even sharper.

She stopped, her feet slightly apart, her center of gravity shifting downwards. Her right hand gripped the silver rapier, while her left hand was raised to her chest, fingers spread.

The silvery-white magic first danced in her palm, then transformed into a warmer, purer golden light.

It is the power of sacred light.

Light elements condensed, swirled, and were compressed at her fingertips, then spread out in all directions like ripples on water.

The light was dazzling, yet it possessed a reassuring warmth, like the first ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds at dawn.

The light instantly covered an area of ​​several meters around them, and the Dawn Knights who were fighting the demons became noticeably lighter and more agile when they came into contact with the light.

Some people's previously slow slashing movements became powerful again, and the small wounds on others began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is this a blessing of holy light?"

A young knight turned and glanced at Sophia, his eyes full of surprise.

He didn't have time to say much, and turned around to continue swinging his sword, but the force of his swing was clearly greater than before.

Sophia remained silent.

She stood still, maintaining her magic output while rapidly scanning the entire battlefield.

In her vision, the boundary between light and darkness was constantly shifting. The light on the human side would occasionally be swallowed up by the black tide, but it would quickly shine again.

The demons on the other side clearly noticed the strange light as well.

Several smaller Shadow Fiends darted out from behind the lines. Instead of moving in a straight line, they moved quickly along the shadows on the ground, trying to bypass the battle zone in front and flank Sophia from the side.

Shadow Fiends are like assassins among the demons. Their attack power isn't actually that high, but they are fast and their movements are very stealthy. They are best at ambushing those who are alone in the rear.

Their claws are coated with some kind of dark purple poison. Once the skin is broken, the poison will immediately enter the bloodstream and paralyze the target's nerves.

Sofia, of course, saw them too.

She didn't back down, and there wasn't a trace of panic on her face.

Her left hand was still maintaining the output of Holy Light Blessing, while her right hand raised the silver rapier, a layer of golden halo appearing on the blade.

She drew an arc around herself, and golden light left an arc-shaped trail in the air.

The trail didn't disappear; instead, it quickly expanded, transforming into a semi-transparent golden barrier that covered a three-meter radius around her.

The moment the two Shadow Demons crashed into the barrier, it was as if they had struck a red-hot iron plate, producing a piercing hissing sound.

Their figures twisted and tumbled in the golden light, and finally disappeared as a wisp of black smoke.

Seeing that things were not going well, the third Shadow Demon turned around and tried to escape back to the front line, but the aftershocks of the golden barrier spread out in the air, like an invisible wave that caught up with it and enveloped it as well.

Its body froze for a moment, then melted away little by little from the edges, just like snow melting in the sun.

Sophia withdrew her gaze and refocused her attention on maintaining the blessing of the Holy Light.

Her magic power wasn't actually depleted very quickly; this level of output could sustain her for a long time.

However, the situation on the battlefield changes too quickly, and she must remain vigilant and be ready to deal with new threats at any time.

The battle situation is changing. Lyra's wedge formation has already breached the demons' first line of defense and is now advancing towards the second.

However, the demonic lines were much thicker than expected, with soldiers constantly surging up from the rear to fill the gaps. Lyra's advance was slowing, and her battle aura was being depleted more quickly.

Sofia noticed the change as well. She took a few steps forward, getting closer to Lyra, and adjusted the way she used Holy Light Blessing.

The warm golden light became more tangible, no longer simply spreading out, but transforming into tiny beams of light that accurately struck the knights in front, especially Lyra.

Leila felt a warm current flow from her back into her body, and her arms, which had been starting to feel a little strained, were filled with strength again.

She cleaved through the demon soldier blocking her path with a single sword stroke, then glanced back at Sophia's direction, her lips moving as if she were saying something.

The sound was drowned out by the noise of the battlefield, but Sofia still understood her lip movements. It was the word "Thanks."

Sofia didn't say anything, but simply took another step forward.

It seems the demons have also sensed the threat posed by this light.

A low horn sounded from behind the lines, and then a dozen larger high-ranking demons surged out of the ranks. Unlike the ordinary soldiers who charged blindly, they formed a loose arc and pressed towards the flank where Sophia was.

The demon leading the pack was about three meters tall, with dark purple skin, wearing bone armor, and holding a large bone battle axe in its right hand.

Its eyes were dark red, like two pieces of burning coal, staring intently in Sofia's direction.

It is a diamond-level demon.

Sophia narrowed her eyes and gripped the silver sword in her hand even tighter.

She didn't move her feet, but slightly adjusted her center of gravity, changing from simply standing and casting spells to a posture where she could move or counterattack at any time.

Lyra clearly noticed the high-ranking demon as well. She wanted to retreat and help, but she was currently being engaged in a fight by three silver-ranked demon captains, and couldn't get away for the time being.

Sophia saw her predicament and took the initiative to say, "I can handle it."

The sound wasn't actually loud, but with the help of magic, it still reached Lyra's ears clearly.

Leila gritted her teeth, but ultimately chose to believe her and continue moving forward.

The diamond-level purple-skinned demon had already closed to within fifty meters.

It didn't rush to charge. Instead, it stopped a few dozen meters away from Sophia and looked her over with eyes that seemed to be eyeing prey.

Those dark red eyes held a thoughtful expression that went beyond the instincts of a wild animal.

Sophia was also observing it. Just then, the coverage area of ​​the Holy Light Blessing shrank slightly, from more than ten meters to about ten meters, but the concentration of the light actually increased.

A golden halo swirled around her body, like a flowing suit of armor.

The purple-skinned demon let out a low roar, raised its bone battle axe, and charged towards her.

It was faster than the Shadow Demons from before, and each step it took left a shallow crater in the ground, which cracked under its feet.

Sofia did not try to block it directly.

She slid half a step to the left, while simultaneously drawing a rune in front of her with her left hand.

The golden runes flashed in the air and then transformed into a thick shield of light, standing upright in front of her.

The purple-skinned demon's battle axe slammed into the light shield with a heavy thud. The surface of the light shield immediately cracked with countless tiny fissures, but fortunately, it did not shatter.

Using the force of the attack, Sophia slid back several steps, and at the same time, a golden light condensed on the silver sword in her right hand, the tip of the sword pointing forward, aimed at the purple-skinned demon's throat.

She doesn't need to kill it, just stall it, and wait for Lyra to deal with the opponents ahead so she can free up her hands.

The purple-skinned demon, having missed its first attack, roared in frustration and raised its battle axe once more.

But just as it was about to launch its second charge, a golden sword light suddenly slashed from the side, incredibly fast and accompanied by a scorching shockwave.

The purple-skinned demon had no time to dodge and could only raise his left arm to block.

The golden sword light left a charred crack on its arm armor, so deep that the bone was visible.

Leila had already rushed to its side.

Her body was covered in blood, and the light of her battle aura was dimmer than before, but the light burning in her blue eyes was brighter than ever.

Without pausing after landing, she swung her greatsword horizontally, aiming for the purple-skinned demon's waist.

The purple-skinned demon was forced to retreat, and with that retreat, its momentum of attack vanished.

Chapter 130 The Surge of the Demonic Tide

After being forced back by Lyra's sword, the purple-skinned demon let out a deafening roar.

Its voice was filled with anger, and a hint of humiliation at being looked down upon. It gripped its battle axe tightly, and dark purple demonic fire seeped from the gaps in its bone armor, flowing across its body like lava, even scorching the soil beneath its feet.

Leila wouldn't give it a chance to regroup.

With a push of her feet, she lunged forward once more, the golden greatsword slashing straight at her opponent's face, drawing a scorching arc of light.

The purple-skinned demon could only raise his axe to block.

The deafening crash of metal and bone colliding echoed across the battlefield, the shockwave even sending several demon soldiers who were too close by flying.

Lyra's strength caused its knees to bend, and the ground beneath its feet sank even deeper.

Sofia, of course, wasn't idle either.

While her left hand was still maintaining the coverage of the Holy Light Blessing, her right hand had already condensed a slender golden spear of light.

The tip of the spear was only as thick as a finger, but the extremely compressed holy light power caused the air around it to begin to distort slightly.

She spotted an opening in the purple-skinned demon's movements and flicked her fingertips lightly.

The golden spear of light shot out silently, like a taut needle, and pierced the demon's right knee pit precisely.

There were already cracks in the bone armor there, which Lyra had previously cut, so the light spear pierced through them instantly and exploded inside its body.

The purple-skinned demon's right leg immediately buckled, and he knelt on one knee, letting out a hoarse roar of pain.

How could Lyra possibly let such a good opening slip by?

She raised her greatsword high, golden battle aura condensing into a dazzling ball of light on the blade before slashing down fiercely.

With a soft splatter, the purple-skinned demon's head was neatly sliced ​​open, and dark red blood gushed out. The tall body swayed and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Leila took a deep breath, glanced back at Sophia, gave her a thumbs up, and then immediately turned around and continued forward.

Sophia withdrew her gaze, and her magical perception spread out once again.

The entire battlefield was still in complete chaos.

The Dawn Knights' lines had advanced about three hundred meters, but this distance was nothing on the entire Crimson Plains; it was just a tiny, insignificant stretch of road.

The demons' lines were thicker and tougher than they had imagined.