The team is full of girls who are single until retirement based on their strength

"Beautiful magic." Trevor had been hiding in the distance just now. The collision between the two was a bit too intense for him. Now after seeing Caesar being controlled, he finally stepped out and stood behind the [Priest].

His appearance at this moment could be described as quite miserable. Originally, due to the interrogation of the Knights, his condition was already quite miserable. After being hit by Caesar's [Legendary Kick], his arms were directly shattered into several pieces. If it weren't for his powerful physical fitness and recovery ability at the epic level, he would have probably received his lunch box on the spot.

The [Magic Swordsman], who originally appeared in an elegant image, now had disheveled hair, only torn strips of cloth left on his body, blood was flowing from head to toe, and his arms hung limply in front of his chest, swaying slightly with the movement of his body.

Even so, the [priest] still looked at him with admiration.

This epic-level colleague still has some merits. He has personally experienced the strength of the man in front of him. He has escaped twice from such a man with epic-level strength, which is really admirable.

"Let me give him the fatal blow." Trevor grinned, but his entire face was dark and his expression could not be seen at all.

Miles nodded. His condition was not very good to begin with, and after using [Gaze of Hades], his magic power was overdrawn.

[Magic Swordsman] The magic power in Trevor's body surged, forcibly connecting his arms together. This did not heal his wounds, but only allowed him to temporarily regain the ability to move.

"I will give a powerful enemy the dignity he deserves with my strongest blow."

Although it was just a finishing blow, Trevor still showed his highest respect.

For some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of urgency and uneasiness in his heart, as if a red dragon was breathing behind him, and the hot dragon's breath was scraping his back.

He clenched his hands, violent fluctuations of magic power were transmitted, and the air took shape in his hands.

It was as if an invisible holy sword was condensing in his hand, and the temperature of magma was burning everything around him. His intuition told him that if he wanted to defeat Caesar, who was standing still with his face tilted back, he had to use his most proud attack.

With such a will, he entrusted everything to the invisible sword in his hand. Life, memory, race, nothing mattered. He entrusted everything he had to the sword and slashed out a brilliant sword light.

The entire street was turned completely white by the legendary magic [Gaze of Hades] cast by the [Priest] just now. All the people nearby were gathered near the church to absorb life force and magic power to condense the [Holy Body]. Only the spirit world creatures and members of the Black Death Cult who came to besiege Caesar were left on the street.

The [Priest's] magic made no distinction between friend and foe. No matter if they were members of the cult or spiritual creatures tens of meters tall, they were all transformed into colorless stone sculptures under the illumination of that pale white light. At noon, the sun shone down from the sky, giving the scene on this street a sacred feeling. In the sight of the [Priest], the entire world was only silent white.

However, from Trevor's perspective, he found something wrong.

That feeling of uneasiness intensified further. What was the reason?

He was very sensitive to magic power, and originally thought that the extremely strong concentration of magic power on Caesar's face was the effect of the [Priest]'s magic, but now it seems that this is not the case.

As the temperature of the invisible sword in Trevor's hand increased, something seemed to flow down Caesar's face and drip onto the ground.

Is the red one blood? No, it doesn't seem to be.

The ground melted the moment the liquid dripped onto it. Was it magma? No, it was something hotter than that!

Caesar felt as if something in his brain was ignited. Anger and madness invaded his mind in an instant, and he urgently wanted to tear something apart and burn it.

High concentrations of scarlet magic flowed through something on his left face and throughout his body. Under this stimulation, his heart made a sound like a dwarf's drum.

“Boom boom.”

The sound was so strong and powerful that the other two people on the street felt as if their hearts slowed down by a beat under the shock of the heartbeat.

Could he be safe and sound after taking a complete magic blow from me right in the face? !

This is impossible? !

But this thought took root in his heart like a seed, and the [Priest] shouted with a trembling voice: "Trevor! What are you doing?! Hurry up and kill him!"

Trevor gritted his teeth and said nothing. He had said that he would entrust everything to the sword in his hand, but under that strange sense of oppression, the difficulty of taking action increased exponentially.

What are you afraid of?! He is now controlled by the [Priest's] magic and is nothing more than a motionless target.

Originally, under that feeling of oppression, he intentionally accumulated the power and will of the invisible sword in his hand, intending to deliver his strongest attack.

Although under the current high pressure, the power of this sword is accumulating faster than any of his previous times, it has not yet reached the peak of the [Magic Swordsman].

But Trevor knew he had to take action. Even though his power was far from reaching its peak, he could no longer accumulate it.

He was afraid that he had lost the will to attack before he even made a move.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

For some reason, he roared, wanting to cheer himself up in this way.

Hack! Hack! Hack!

Think of it!

You have practiced it countless times!

Yes! I have swung the sword countless times before, how could I lose the courage to swung the sword here?

No matter who your opponent is, a Titan or a dragon, just chop him down.

That's what you should do.

The sword and arm should be in a straight line, moving forcefully from top to bottom.

Concentrate your force on the lower blade of the sword.

The transmission of strength is from the waist through the shoulders to the arms. The key is to use the strength of the waist to drive the entire movement.

Keep your eyes fixed on the target being struck by the sword to ensure the accuracy and strength of the action.

Good, remember this feeling, believe it, and do it.

He did so. The light of the sword was dazzling. Although the sword in his hand was invisible, that feeling had already been engraved in his heart. He had never felt so refreshed before.

The sword light was like a full moon, eclipsing the heaven and earth.

Too beautiful.

He thought so in the last moment before he lost consciousness.

He swung the most beautiful sword in his life so far. Except that he didn't hit the target, everything was perfect.

The man who was originally standing still seemed to have sensed the danger, and only a shadow remained where he was.

The half iron mask on the man's left face disappeared at some point, and turned into boiling red iron water that flowed down his cheek.

A giant red dragon pattern flashed on his left cheek, and hot magic power flowed through his body. There were things like stone chips near his eyes, but they quickly fell off.

The man retracted his fist and flicked his wrist. His golden eyes, filled with red flames, looked at the [Priest] beside him.

The person who just flew away from me at a speed faster than the speed of sound was my colleague, right?

will die.

This was Miles' only thought at the moment.