Crossover Anime: Creating a Multiverse Kinship from Grayfia

"Although age is a woman's secret, it's still a bit annoying for a little kid to act like he's older in front of me."

A dangerous smile curved Elizabeth's lips, and with a gentle clench of her fair, jade-like hand, a jet-black longsword appeared out of thin air.

With her strength.

Unless it is an extremely special Imperial Arms or even a Divine Regalia.

Otherwise.

It's still more convenient to use slime weapons.

boom!

The next moment, the two completely different auras collided directly.

This caused all the cult members behind Fenrir to instinctively take several steps back.

Cold sweat beaded on their foreheads; they felt suffocated.

"How terrifying would such a collision be?"

"It's like a joke."

"Should we join forces?"

The group looked at each other, each seeing the hesitation in the other's eyes.

They haven't reached a conclusion yet.

Then they saw Fenrir's figure transform into a streak of light, slashing towards Elizabeth with his sword.

Ding!

Elizabeth parried with her sword, and even a simple collision caused visible ripples in the air in all directions.

Such power?

Fenrir's pupils contracted, and as he retreated, he suddenly swung his sword.

The powerful slash descended, tearing the earth apart.

Elizabeth swung her sword backhand, delivering a slash to meet the attack.

Boom!

The instant the two collided.

It erupted with a tremendous explosion, as if thousands of shells had exploded at the center.

The surrounding cult members kept changing their expressions, and they couldn't help but retreat again.

"This woman is an absolute monster."

"It seems that we have no way to get involved in this battle."

A shadow of gloom crossed their faces.

The battle before us.

It's beyond their comprehension.

To intervene rashly.

They'll probably do more harm than good.

Even... they might not be able to withstand the aftershocks of the battle.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

Elizabeth and Fenrir's figures flashed alternately on the street, their swords crisscrossing, and massive slashes tore through the sky.

An occasional missed shot would tear a terrifying trench in the ground.

"As far as swordsmanship is concerned, you are truly a master."

A hint of admiration flashed in Elizabeth's eyes.

In terms of both magic power and physical strength, the other party was no match for him.

But he was able to get entangled with her to this extent thanks to his exquisite skills.

Speaking only of humans.

Throughout her long life, very few people could reach such a level.

"Who exactly are you? With such strength, and being a woman, you can't possibly be some nobody."

Fenrir grew increasingly alarmed, feeling his arm gradually go numb.

His intuition told him.

The opponent didn't even go all out.

"How could I so easily tell you a lady's name?"

Elizabeth's figure swayed, like a butterfly dancing in the air, and she was already floating in mid-air.

She slightly raised her other hand, and magic was already being released.

hum!

A magic circle appeared, and a terrifying aura followed.

Magic Tornado!

boom!

A mighty tornado roared out, instantly sweeping in all directions, engulfing Fenrir like a tidal wave.

Such a scene.

It terrified everyone.

"Is this... what they call magic?"

Facing the oncoming storm, a look of seriousness flashed in Fenrir's eyes. He immediately switched to gripping his sword with both hands and cleaved the tornado in two.

at the same time.

Fenrir leaped into the air, the longsword in his hand gleaming with an eerie light.

Bloodfang the Demon Sword.

This is the true name of this sword.

After fighting for so long, he finally unleashed the power of the demonic sword.

laugh!laugh!laugh!

Countless visible ripples appeared in the air.

It was as if countless magical afterimages, carrying immeasurable power, were slashing towards Elizabeth.

boom! boom! boom!

Terrifying roars echoed, and the surrounding ground began to crumble.

Elizabeth blocked the magical ripples with perfect accuracy.

Her strength is superior to her opponent's.

No matter what tricks the other party uses.

All you need to do is use brute force to overcome skill.

Chapter 367 Linde: Looks like I need to get serious.

"As expected, is it still not possible?"

He was still unharmed, Elizabeth, and Finnil's expression turned completely grim.

Although I don’t want to admit it.

But in terms of strength alone...

The woman before him was definitely above him.

"In that case..."

A ruthless glint flashed in Fenrir's eyes, and his figure flashed rapidly in the air, leaving behind countless afterimages.

The bloody teeth of the empty cicada!

In just a moment, the afterimages shifted from illusion to reality, and nine Fenrir figures, indistinguishable from real ones, erupted with overwhelming killing intent from different directions.

next moment!

The nine Fenrirs moved simultaneously, their entire bodies transforming into a sword of slaughter, ready to tear Elizabeth to pieces.

"Not a bad move."

Is the "423" afterimage meant to confuse the enemy, while the real body delivers a fatal blow?

Elizabeth spoke softly, her tone full of praise but devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Time stands still.

The next moment, the entire world was filled with a calm and peaceful atmosphere.

"If it were you, you'd barely qualify me to use this skill."

Elizabeth murmured to herself, and in a flash, she disappeared from the nine Fenrirs.

Time began to flow.

puff!

Before any of the cult members could react, they heard the sound of blood gushing out.

Under their watchful eyes, Fenrir, whom they considered invincible, had been split in two.

"Fa, what happened?"

"Lord Fenrir, how did he die?"

All the members of the cult wore expressions of bewilderment.

From their perspective.

It was Fenrir who used his trump card, wanting to settle the score.

But the next moment.

Fenrir was already decapitated.

Not to mention Elizabeth's intervention, they didn't even know how the other party moved.

How did this woman manage to do that?

Countless questions arose in their minds.

But soon, they were no longer able to let their minds wander.

Because we don't know when.

Those beautiful eyes had already fallen on them.

An overwhelming sense of horror and chill instantly filled my body.

"His name was Fenrir, wasn't it? Now that he's dead, why are you still alive?"

Elizabeth's words did not provoke their anger; instead, some of them were so frightened that they took a few steps back, their hands holding swords trembling slightly.

"No, no, we can't possibly be a match for this woman. Where did this monster come from?"

One person spoke, their voice trembling.

If he weren't afraid of being the first to speak out and being targeted by this woman, he would have turned around and run away long ago.

Elizabeth looked at these people and still smiled, "What, don't you want to make a final stand?"

"Since we're all going to die anyway, doing nothing seems out of character for you humans, doesn't it?"

He himself does not actually like killing.

However, he had no goodwill towards the members of the cult.

Therefore, when it came to taking action, there was naturally no psychological burden.