The knight's sword made a crack, and a crack appeared.

Capelin's face looked extremely ugly.

If it were the past, Capelin would not be afraid of Harves, the highest-level weapon of the empire, which was the imitation of the Holy Sword.

But now, the weapon in Capelin's hand is just a costly magic weapon, which is far from imitation holy swords, nor is it as thunderstorm swords in Harves' hand.

At the same time, Capelin's level is also lower than Harves. Although her growth is higher than Harves, it is not much higher, and she cannot achieve the goal of narrowing the level gap.

As for the unique skills, Harves's [Boom Thunder] is a skill that completely invalidates physical attacks and increases attack power, explosive power and speed to a terrible level.

In contrast, although Capelin's unique skill [White Wing] combines excellent attack, defense, acceleration and assistance, it still fails to distance itself from [Bang Lei].

In a nutshell, when losing the imitation of the Holy Sword, Capelin had no advantage in the face of Harves, and even had to fall at a strong disadvantage that was not inferior to Thierre.

"This is troublesome..."

There was finally bitterness on Capelin's face.

But Harves ignored this, turned into thunder with expressionless face and attacked Capelin again.

......

"pound--!"

In the most intense battlefield in the King Hall, two figures were shaken away from each other in an explosion-like shock wave, setting a very long distance away.

“【Grand Astarte】!”

Moro's slender hands turned into long nail claws. With a wave of his hands, the dead aura around him immediately ran away, roaring towards Heen like countless ghosts rushing out of the gate of hell.

“【Pay and disperse】.”

While using this magic that can effectively resist the opponent's magic, Heen rushed forward with heavy magic ripples and rushed directly into the group of resentful spirits.

"Bang--!"

All the resentful spirits that touched Xien seemed to be shaken away, and disappeared without a trace like the melting snow.

"Swish!"

Xien moved in an instant and appeared in front of Moro again. The holy sword in his hand was as fast as thunder, slashing towards Moro's head.

"Clang--!"

Moro's claws suddenly swung and bounced off the incoming slash of Sheen.

Xien was unreasonable and refused to forgive him. The holy sword in his hand seemed like millions of white thunder, rushing out overwhelmingly, stabbing Moro's whole body.

Moro spread his hands, and the dead aura around him surged, and it became extremely sticky like a swamp, making Xien's holy sword pierced into it, and it was as if it was stuck, and it was difficult to make an inch of progress.

Sheen raised his eyebrows.

"Buzz!"
Chapter completed!