I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

The dust cleared.

click-

The sound was particularly clear and sharp in the silent battlefield.

Everyone below stopped using magic, swords, and spears.

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence. The soldiers were like ducks with their throats strangled, their necks stretched out, holding their breath.

The sword master's hand was broken.

"how is this possible?"

"He's known as the Sword Saint among Sword Saints, the strongest swordsman in the Kingdom of Carlisle in a hundred years..."

"I was actually defeated by a little girl, and she broke through on the spot."

"Claire...you're amazing."

Xila gripped the spear tightly in her hand and struggled to support her body.

Because she is a warrior and stands relatively far back, few people usually attack her.

But because of the aftermath of the battle, he was caught in the crossfire and suffered a minor injury to his thigh.

"Go to hell, I'll give you a ride."

The Claire man was ruthless and didn't say much. He clenched his fists and used a few starlight secret techniques to bless himself. He was determined to kill the great swordsman completely to prevent his secrets from being leaked.

Suddenly, an ominous wave shattered the tranquility of the battlefield. A shadow appeared silently like a ghost, bringing with it a suffocating sense of oppression.

He was a man with extremely powerful aura, and his appearance almost froze the space.

He was like an inviolable god. The air, magic, and elements around him were all retreating, as if he was the only one in the world.

He wore a white robe embroidered with golden religious emblems, pure and noble. The robe swayed gently in the wind, as if holy light was surrounding him.

He had no weapons on him, only his bare hands.

This is a powerful being who has achieved freedom and transcended the divine.

Claire already felt that unrivaled power.

The state of freedom, sometimes also called the state of mind of freedom, is the ideal state for a practitioner.

It is a state of transcendence of material and spiritual limitations.

In this realm, skills such as swordsmanship have lost their meaning. Every strike contains the law, which is the sublimation of art and the transcendence of law.

"I am the Son of God of the Holy Church." The man's voice was calm, as if he was talking about a very insignificant matter, like he was taking a walk on the street.

But his words hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

It doesn’t matter whether he is the Son of God or not. The key is his realm, which surpasses everyone present.

His existence itself is a declaration, a declaration of a power beyond ordinary people.

Captain Serian's face turned pale in an instant, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Quack! Retreat! That's the Unrestrained level, a legendary figure!!" Serian shouted, his voice trembling.

Facing such an opponent, any resistance is futile. Only retreat can save everyone's lives.

The Son of God stood there quietly, hearing the magicians retreat. He had no intention of pursuing them, simply watching them retreat calmly. His eyes held neither contempt nor anger, only a transcendent calm, as if he had long since seen through life and death, and the meaning of battle.

Claire heard Serian's warning. Although she was unwilling, she also understood the seriousness of the situation.

but......

No intention to stop it?

Claire noticed something was wrong. The Sword Saint was still kneeling on one knee, gasping for breath, but he was still conscious and showed no intention of warning.

"Hey! Captain Celian. I heard that people who enter the Unbound Realm will not be aggressive unless their realm is stable."

Celian also reacted and looked at the man in the white robe in front of him in surprise and suspicion.

The man's expression remained calm, and a silver light flashed in his eyes.

Seeing that a group of magicians were trying to escape, his eyes moved, as if he wanted to take action, but at that moment the fluctuations in his body obviously weakened.

"As expected! The state of freedom and ease is a state that can only be achieved through meditation and forgetfulness. Once discrimination, attachment, the mind of right and wrong, and the mind of gain and loss arise, one will exit this state."

"If you want to truly establish yourself in this realm, you need to grasp a little glimmer of obsession in your heart amidst the darkness and nothingness!"

"Haha. Senior, it seems we have the strength to fight." Claire grinned and laughed, "So it turns out to be a turtle that can't move!"

"No, don't provoke him. Although he can't attack actively, if you attack him, you will be killed instantly."

"Take the last sword and we'll retreat immediately!!"

The Holy Son, however, stood guard beside the Sword Saint.

But as soon as he took action, the silver light on his body began to flicker.

In the end, he could only watch helplessly as Celian took the Last Sword.

"Stop them for me!!!"

Argonne XIV roared, and the Holy Knights were furious.

In an instant, countless knights and magicians started fighting, and the scene was in chaos.

Claire rushed out of the square like a cheetah and delivered a fierce punch to the viewing platform. Dust flew up and countless knights and saints fell.

"Let's go. Alya!!"

"Claire..."

Miss Arya was on the verge of tears. She still hadn't figured out what was happening.

All I knew was that I was chosen as a candidate for the Holy Maiden, and after receiving some simple training in etiquette and holy power, I was arranged to watch the ceremony.

Then came the great battle, and she saw Claire defeating all her rivals.

"Shh!" Claire silenced Arya, and while the smoke and dust were spreading and everyone was fleeing, she cast a spell to change her appearance.

This way outsiders can’t see it!

The red-haired girl tightly grasped the spear in her hand, and her petite hands kept spinning to block the long swords shot by the knights.

More "artificial armored cavalry" were rushing over from the underground ramp not far from the square.

Claire hugged Arya, then instantly stood in front of Sheila. The starlight in her hand flashed for a moment, and then she fired a magic cannon, blasting away the knight who was still shooting in front of her.

"What a nuisance! How troublesome!"

"Claire, up there!"

Several more Half-Step Holy Knights burned the law and instantly crossed the threshold, rushing towards Claire like crazy.

"Damn, the final sword is not in my hand, why are you chasing me?"

A magic circle slowly emerged in front of Claire. The entire circle was a bright deep blue, and the runes around it were extremely mysterious. They intertwined with each other and finally gathered into a huge ball of light in the center of the circle.

There was a loud bang and a scream, and those knights instantly fell from the sacred realm and were seriously injured.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

After being tempered by the starlight and entering the sacred realm, Claire's strength has become invincible at this level.

The two methods are circulating in the body. How powerful is this? How can it be compared with this half-baked sacredness?

The power of the magic cannon is not just a simple energy impact, it is also the interweaving of Tao and Principle. Countless so-called strong men and swordsmen were sent flying backwards as if they were hit by a train.

Because the energy of the impact was so huge, some unlucky people even broke through the outer wall of the square and crashed directly into the houses outside.

This destructive power even left Sheila dumbfounded.

"Are you Arya?" Sheila asked curiously.

"Well, well..." Miss Arya looked confused.

"I didn't expect you to become so strong in the blink of an eye. Am I out of date?"

Xila smiled bitterly. She was still at the realm of divine enlightenment. The so-called A-level adventurers were like soldiers in this kind of battle.

Let’s just consider him as captain level?

Xila didn't want to be treated as a burden, so she used her breathing technique to knock away several arrows with her spear.