You are all my wings!

Despite her reluctance to admit it, Leon was indeed the most skilled magician she had ever seen at unleashing the full potential of magic.

She reached into her bosom, took out the medicine, and fed it to Leon. This time, her hand was a little steadyer than before.

Lyon quickly took a sip.

"Your Highness, why is it sweet before but not sweet this time?"

I haven't tried this medication, Orphema, before; it was just opened.

Upon hearing this, her eyes twitched several times.

Surely not, the taste difference is that obvious?

Is my own saliva really that sweet?

Unaware that Lyon aspired to the unprecedented and extraordinary profession of a magic chef, she became increasingly sensitive to flavors.

You can indeed taste the subtle differences.

"It's a battle! Why do you keep asking if it's sweet? Focus!"

She dared not let it be discovered that Leon had accidentally swallowed her saliva; that would be too embarrassing. She could only cover it up with anger.

“Your Highness, you have no right to say that. You are the one who should be focusing on your recovery.”

"..."

Ophim Marceau had no idea how many times he had been speechless when facing Lyon.

Since I can't move yet, I certainly have no right to say that Leon isn't focused.

The truth is, he was repeatedly surprised and distracted by Leon's various actions.

Damn it, why do I always underperform when facing Leon Belon?

Where has all that training and practice gone after all these years?

In a fit of anger, it felt as if something had been pierced through her body.

"Hey, I can move my body now."

"Shall we lower His Highness down now?"

"No, wait a little longer, give me one minute!"

"Your Highness, please don't miscalculate the timing this time."

"You definitely won't be disappointed this time!"

Lyon fought and retreated, and because his magic power replenished quickly, the pressure on him was greatly reduced. Instead, he formed an effective stronghold, steadily suppressing a portion of the monsters and greatly relieving the pressure on the other legion.

In the distance, Britta and Iris also spotted Leon's figure, who was being swallowed by monsters, and began to provide remote magical support.

The two of them had just used up a lot of magic power to kill the sixth-tier Shadow Demon Spider. Although they had eaten a lot of fresh meat, their attack rhythm was not too fast.

However, upon discovering the massive commotion Lyon had created, their speed of action increased dramatically, demonstrating their concern.

Not only that, Leon also discovered that more than a dozen cursed serpents had swarmed around him, clearly the work of Machiru.

Goodness, they've all come to his aid?

Chapter 199 I never expected your scheme to be so far-reaching!

Not only the three women, but even Chiron, who had been lying low for a while, started firing intermediate-level explosive spells one after another.

As several spellcasting experts combined their efforts, the monsters around Lyon were gradually blasted into a mountain of corpses several meters high, greatly separating the monster horde behind them.

The speed at which the monsters were surging suddenly decreased.

"Such a coordinated effort to create mountains of corpses, was this also part of your pre-planned scheme?"

Ophimosa was shocked when he observed the effects of the mountain of corpses.

Lyon remained silent; it was purely coincidental.

He wasn't that monstrous; he could foresee the three women launching a joint attack, which would also provoke Kairon and the others to join the fray.

Originally, it was only agreed that the three of them would observe and support the legion, and there was no requirement to coordinate with Lyon's bombing.

Surprisingly, they all worked together to rescue him, producing such an amazing effect that even Leon never expected it.

However, it must be said that the pressure on the legion was indeed greatly reduced after the formation of this mountain of corpses.

The reason the monster tide put so much pressure on them was because it surged in so fast that they couldn't keep up.

Because the monsters were surging in so fast, they didn't even have time to use their skills. It was all melee combat, trampling, and squeezing, making full use of the monsters' unique size advantage.

Only small monsters roam among them, using various small skills to launch sneak attacks.

However, this also means that whenever a large monster is shot down, the smaller monsters around it will suffer the same fate, being trampled by their own monsters and turned into mincemeat.

Initially, with the help of the floor master, the monster tide was pushed forward with some rhythm.

However, as the floor master, the Shadow Spider, was suddenly killed, the chaos and rioting of these monsters greatly increased.

Even now, despite the high level of fatigue and casualties among the human forces, the formation of the mountain of corpses has made the fight much easier.

When Ophim Marceau saw that Leon didn't speak, he assumed that Leon had tacitly agreed. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. They were both commanders, but he was actually more suited to be a general leading the charge.

In terms of command, he only made temporary adjustments, while Leon, when he came to provide support from the center, did not forget to leave a backup plan, gathering the power of the spellcasters and combining it with his magic to form such a mountain of corpses, which greatly reduced the pressure on his side.

Such a talented person, it's a pity that no one has yet expressed any intention to join her.

"I never imagined your plans were so far-reaching. As a commander, I am no match for you! Leon Belon, you have truly broadened my horizons today. Now, let me demonstrate my power."

She shifted her body and suddenly leaped up from Lyon's grasp.

It seems that although she is still a little tired, it is negligible.

As the Dragon Slayer Sword was drawn, a dazzling blue light slowly bloomed on its sharp blade. A heavy, terrifying aura, as if it could shatter space, surged forth as this seventh-tier treasure was fully unsheathed.

"Thanks to the fierce battle just now, I have finally grasped the essence of the legendary combat technique that I have been practicing for a long time without success. My mental burden has also been relieved a little. Now, let me use this brand new move to put an end to this monster riot ahead of schedule."

Although Ophim Marceau was shocked by Leon several times, her shock was due to his genius and his wisdom.

In terms of strength, Lyon is certainly no match for her right now.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ophimaso leaped up, as nimble as a sparrow, and with a few quick leaps, easily landed on the mountain of corpses.

At the same time, as she leaped and bounded, she gripped the Dragon Slayer Sword tightly, and surging magical power boiled out from within her body, resonating with the seventh-tier secret treasure in her palm.

boom!!!!!!

An astonishing aura, as vast as the ocean, erupted from her.

Countless air currents swirl and billow.

Below the mountain of corpses, hundreds of demons were suppressed by this aura and their movements faltered in unison.

The perfect uniformity of this pause suddenly filled the vast battlefield with a mysterious and eerie feeling.

Ophimosa's slender body hovered in mid-air, the sword spinning with his body before suddenly slashing down.

A magnificent sword beam then condensed and shone down!

BOOM!!!

The earth-shattering sound of swords clashing and sharp whistling through the air mingled with a deafening roar.

In that instant, it was as if space itself had been cleaved open—

Although it was an illusion caused by the overwhelming power of the sword strike, Leon, who was observing from below, did indeed feel the terrifying power contained in the attack. It reminded him of the scene in his previous life where he witnessed lightning striking from dozens of meters away. It was just as chilling, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body, and his body instinctively activated its most primal defense mechanism.

A moment later, he leaped up to check on the situation.

When he used the mountain of corpses to leap to the same height as Ophima, he witnessed this scene—

A huge rift valley, more than fifty meters wide and more than ten meters deep, appeared before our eyes.

Starting from the mountain of corpses and extending into the distant darkness, this massive rift valley, stretching six or seven hundred meters, has buried countless demons along its course. With just a glance, one can see rivers of blood flowing at the bottom of the valley, and scattered fragments of white bones and powdered black fur drifting everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, a strong, overwhelming stench of blood assaulted the senses. The smell was so pungent that even the seasoned dismantling expert, Leon, couldn't help but hold his breath.

At a glance, Lyon could see that the remains of most of the fifth-tier powerful beings were barely intact. Only a few special cases, or those that were a little further away from the blade, had relatively complete remains.

This attack destroyed at least a hundred ordinary fourth-tier beings, dozens of ordinary fifth-tier beings, and a dozen or so powerful fifth-tier beings simultaneously.

Legendary combat skills, terrifying indeed.

To unleash a legendary combat skill while only at the fifth rank of cultivation, despite the aid of a seventh-rank treasure, still far surpasses the norms of the world.

She truly deserves to be called the leading lady.

Leon turned to look at Ophimosa, intending to offer a word of praise, but found her clearly exhausted and falling downwards.

"Tsk, it's still overloaded as expected."

Leon landed on the mountain of corpses, unleashing the power beneath his feet to accelerate and catch up with Orpheus.

puff.

Ophie Marceau fell into Lyon's arms once again.

She looked extremely exhausted; she could barely open her eyelids, and her dazed gaze met Leon's.

"How was that? Not bad, right?"

"As expected of Your Highness, I admire you."

"Hmph, that's good, so I won't be constantly amazed by your magical performances."

She uttered these words, which she would never normally say, in a daze, then closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

[Character Ophimosa's affinity +4%, current affinity 49%]

Shocked?

Ophimosa actually had this idea?

Lyon shrugged. It seems our princess is really unwilling to admit defeat. She just forced out this legendary combat technique. Could it be that she felt embarrassed before and wanted to regain some face?

She's already called the number one female swordswoman on the continent, she's got quite a few tricks up her sleeve.

He held Ophimaso and looked around; no monsters had attacked for a while.

With the demise of the floor master, the formation of the mountain of corpses, and the unleashing of the legendary combat technique that produced such terrifying results, the monster uprising seems to have finally come to an end.

Chapter 200 Leon Belon

Another half hour passed, and the monster tide receded ahead of schedule, gradually dispersing.

Monsters are rampaging all over the vast 41st floor.

This is the only monster horde guided by the floor master, and its ferocity surpasses that of the entire floor.

The group silently gathered up their teammate's remains.

Carrying Ophimaso, Lyon walked back to his tent over countless monster corpses, where he was greeted with the respectful gazes of the legion's knights.

Iris rushed over from a distance.

Her eyes were moist, and it seemed she wanted to rush towards Lyon and give him a big hug.

But upon seeing the princess that Leon was holding in his arms, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

But there was nothing else in her eyes but the joy of seeing Lyon again after the war, and the tears welling up in her eyes as she felt deeply worried.

"You said you'd be back right away, why are you so late?"

She mumbled something, then gently threw a punch. Leon didn't dodge; he simply caught Iris's small fist with his chest.

"I'm sorry to have worried you."

Because Leon was still holding Ophimasso, he couldn't comfort Iris with his hands, so he stepped forward and gently touched Iris's forehead with his own.

This touch seemed to trigger something, and tears streamed down her face like a flood.

"Bastard! Despicable! Bad guy! Don't take your life for granted!"

She punched him again with her small fist.